Fwd: yet another account of the wto protest
mstainsby at SPAMdojo.tao.ca
Thu Dec 2 03:30:23 MST 1999
Forwarded From: Jonathan Oppenheim <oppenh at black-hole.physics.ubc.ca>
> The following is an account of the WTO shut down, and I am sure
> others will send out their perspectives. I have barely slept in
> the last week, so please excuse my scattered thoughts and lack of
> - long-winded and boring is where I'm at right now.
> The attempted shut down is still continuing, and people can check
> out www.indymedia.org for updates.
> In the weeks leading up to the event many of us from Vancouver
> began converging on the site to help organize the shut down.
> The Direct Action Network, composed of groups from around the world
> helped facilitate the organizing, and had rented a warehouse to
> provide food and meeting areas.
> The area around the Conference Center and Paramount Theater
> where the meeting and opening ceremony was to occur had been
> divided into 12 "pie slices", and various affinity groups
> organized into clusters to claim responsibility for shutting
> down each of the slices.
> Vancouver folks, joined by kids from Calgary and Edmonton
> formed into a flying squad of about 100 people. The role of the
> is to weave in and out of the crowd, providing support for any
> blockade which needed more people. We had set up a communication
> network in order to coordinate efforts between the 12 pie slices,
> and figure out which areas to fly to.
> On the actual day of the November 30th shut down (N30), we were
> many other kids from Vancouver and Ontario, but things were so
chaotic that we
> ended up splitting into smaller flying squads and trying to
> efforts using cell phones.
> We began with one of the marches at 7 a.m., while some groups began
> the area around the Paramount Theater. We quickly left the march,
> to the weaker back side of the Conference Center, in the "H" slice.
> there, we joined a small crowd who had linked arms and locked down in
> one of the motorcade routes. Just like at APEC, it was this weak
> that the Seattle police tried to clear first. At around 8:30, the
> squad, decked out in gas masks, started firing cannisters of tear gas
> passive crowd. The crowd, many wearing goggles and bandanas
> amazingly held their ground for some time, until the police moved in
> pepper spray and more tear gas to push everyone back. After clearing
> about 10 delegates were ushered between two walls of riot police. The
> delegates smiled and waved at us and even snapped pictures of the
> either side of them.
> At around this time, the police electronically jammed our
> network and all we could here on the radio was a recording which kept
> repeating "this is bullshit, bullshit!" Fortunately, there was a
> network of digital cell phones, and secret channels which we were able
> to still use to gather information and relay to the affinity groups.
> Later in the day the police were able to figure out some of the
> we were using, and posed as communications people to feed us false
> Most of the coordination ended up being spontaneous, with people just
> back and forth to try to even out the blockades. There were also some
> monitoring police scanners, and we were sometimes able to figure out
> entrances the police would try to clear.
> At around 9:30 a.m. I went with some of the flying squad to another
> on the back side of the conference center, in the "E" slice. This
> up being the second entrance that the police cleared. This time
> people were a bit angrier after the last gassing, and a few people had
> moved dumpsters and newspaper boxes into the middle of the street
> to form a barricade. The police then fired canisters of tear gas into
> the crowd, but some brave folks kept throwing them back at the police.
> It was like watching a tennis match, with canister after canister
> getting returned. "Love-30!".
> This prompted the police to fire plastic bullets into the crowd (brian
> has one as a souvenir if anyone wants to see it!). They also used
> paint guns and aimed assault rifles at the crowd as an intimidation
> After getting shot, a protester threw a water bottle at an armored
> carrier. For a second, I thought it was a Molotov, but it was just
> water. The police then pushed the crowd back, some riot squad
> their truncheons.
> We spent the rest of the day weaving in and out of hot areas, so that
> police would never know which areas were weak (we read in an activist
> zine that chaos was the best tactic). Police cars and equipment trucks
> were used as blockades just by waiting until they got to a strategic
> and then lying down in front of them (i saw one woman puncture a
bus's tire to
> form a blockade).
> Throughout the day it was incredible how violent the police
> were, and how restrained demonstrators were. Passive blockades were
> cleared with tear gas (including cannisters which explode high over a
> and cause explosions which can be heard several blocks away). Pepper
> (which most felt was worse than tear gas), rubber bullets, horses and
> were also used (also rumors of stun guns). Often, no warning would
> and arrests were almost never made. It was fairly obvious that the
> severely outnumbered (estimates of the crowd tend to be at around
> the middle of the day), and had decided that it was too much work to
> civil disobedients (At 5 p.m., we were only aware of 15 arrests).
> By noon, we had occupied downtown Seattle, and the opening ceremonies
> had been delayed and then canceled. Less than 500 out of 3000
> had been able to get in, and those that did get in were often several
> late. Delegates (or anyone in a suit for that matter) were often
> from entering an area by a single chain of confident protesters. Most
> delegates scampered around, looking frustrated, trying to find a way
> Some pretended to be workers looking for their cars, tourists,
> observers. One even offered us his gold watch if we would let him in.
> where they went, the delegates were met by taunts, and people
> photocopied dollar bills. Some of the delegates were also tear
> accident (the police used so much gas that breathing anywhere in the
> area could sometimes be painful).
> By mid afternoon, the mayor and governor had declared a 7 p.m.
> booked the services of the national guard for the following day. The
> then began clearing a corridor along Union St. one intersection at a
> This became increasingly difficult as the large march of labor
> and environmental groups flooded the area, and so, more tear gas was
> Union leaders had announced that the march would not participate in
> disobedience, but a sizeable portion of their members defied union
> joined us.
> The police then began began to push the crowds out of the downtown
> from the Union St. Corridor they had created. Some in the crowd
> increasingly angry, and a few smashed store windows and ripped out
> boxes. The GAP, McDonalds, Nike Town, and Nordstroms suffered
> Later, a group composed mostly of fraternity brothers and sorority
> looking for thrills looted Starbucks, carrying out bags of coffee.
> The property damage created a fairly large rift in the group. Most
> continue with the shut down for the following day, but some were so
> upset over the property damage that they wanted to cancel the shut
> and instead clean up the streets. One person suggested helping the
> the vandals. Some people were upset that some news outlets had
> their coverage on the broken windows, ignoring the physical police
> the issues that people were protesting (heaven forbid).
> In the end, people fortunately favored another shut down attempt and
> together again, but the dynamic was a bit weird for a bit.
> All in all, I think we kicked serious korporate ass (for one day).
> easily the most awesome show of defiance I have ever seen, with people
> enduring a lot of pain in order to keep occupying their blockades.
No one was
> bored, not even the delegates.
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