Tonight was supposed to be the night I got the protest juices going again. The plan was simple… I would go down to Union Square and join in the monthly Critical Mass ride. I had heard about the police harassment at these rides, and wanted to check it out for myself.
I grabbed my beater (my cheapo Schwinn bike) and headed down to Union Square on the subway. I arrived about an hour and a half earlier than the people I was gonna meet up with. I walked my bike up Union Square East noting that every single cop in the lower Manhattan must have been there. Paddy wagons, bike cops, scooter cops, squad cars, and two helicopters. All hell was going to break loose.
I was already uneasy, and that didn’t help.
Hanging out at Union Square North, I saw some people… Bullshitted a bit… Hung out for awhile… Watched some of the idiots I was there with flip off some of the cops and basically dare the police to hit them over the head. Nice group to fall in with, right? But I figured hell, who cares. I’m there for the ride. The unity, the cycling. Then it went downhill.
I have to give you some backstory, though, because it’s important to the story. On November 12th, a judge in New York City ruled that the Police could not stop the Critical Mass rides in New York City by seizing bikes and not charging the cyclists, a tactic employed for months by the NYPD. So, does the city continue to allow cyclists to ride Critical Mass and continue to close off streets and let the crowd through? If they did, would I be writing this?
At tonight’s CM ride, a group of us were handed flyers by NYPD brass, ostensively warning us that if we put our feet on a pedal, we would be in jail. Simple as that. Here are the bullet points from the flyer:
THE NEW YORK CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT REQUIRES YOUR COOPERATION IN COMPLYING WITH THE LAW AND PROTECTING THE PUBLIC FROM HARM
IT IS DANGEROUS AND ILLEGAL TO RIDE A BICYCLE IN A PROCESSION ON THE PUBLIC STREETS WITHIN NEW YORK CITY, IF A PERMIT FOR THE PROCESSION HAS NOT BEEN ISSUED BY THE NEW YORK CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT.
NO PERMIT HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR A BICYCLE PROCESSION FOR TONIGHT, NOVEMBER 26, 2004.
IF YOU CHOOSE TO IRDE IN A PROCESSION THIS EVENING, YOU WILL BE ARRESTED AND YOUR BICYCLE WILL BE SEIZED.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION
A few of the guys who arrived after me pointed out that Union Square South, the “starting point” of the ride already had the dreaded orange netting out, and if you got to that point, it was too late; you were going to jail. Bike cops were swarming through the crowds staring everyone down.
It was getting ugly.
Apparently someone tipped off NBC, Fox, and ABC that the CM ride was going to be eventful. Considering the absolutely overwhelming police presence, I wouldn’t be surprised if the police called a few newsrooms and said “We’re gonna make an example of these guys, can you catch it on tape?” and they willingly sent their vans over.
Or maybe the excessive police presence and the news media showing up were completely unrelated coincidences.
Needless to say I chickened out. My protestor core didn’t last very long, but my simmering anger over this has not subsided in the least. There are so many things wrong with this I can’t even think of all of them all at once…
1. The police do not call the absolutely ridiculous number of cars and cabbies rolling past Union Square in basic gridlock dangerous for the public. In fact, the NYPD does not enforce bike lanes in this city, they don’t arrest double parkers who door cyclists and kill them, and they don’t even give tickets to cabs who turn from the middle lane across you and almost knock you off your bike.
2. The police got an order to stop seizing bikes without charges, so now they blanketly warn you of the charges you face via a flyer and tell you they’ll seize your bike. Sounds like a skirting of the ruling to me.
3. The riders who want respect from the cops oughta consider showing them some in return. In an hour there, I saw people curse at, flip off, gesture at, and mock the police that were there, all with zero provocation. Contary to what their feeble brains can comprehend, that does nothing to endear yourself to the gun toting, handcuff flinging night stick holding law officers of which there were so many.
I can go on and on, but there’s really no point. I hate just venting aimlessly.
I did bug out on the ride at about 6:15 or so, and headed as far from the center of activity as I could. I rode from 14th street and 5th avenue to 8th avenue, up 8th to 61st Street, then over the 59th Street Bridge, and into Queens at my office, dropped my bike in the parking garage, then took the subway back to the Bronx.
At least I got a few miles in tonight.
The actions of the protestors tonight weren’t terribly surprising to me. I think my leaving was more because I didn’t want to be around those folks than anything else. But the actions of the NYPD were just as bad. The intimidation, harassment, and threatening that they dished out to people was no better than the idiots I was with harassing them.
All in all it was a very bad scene at the ride tonight; and one that I will not soon forget.
Nor will I repeat it.
I have better ways to spend a Friday night.