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click to enlarge MARIE MACHIN
  • Marie Machin

Dozens of police officers block the corner at 12th Street and Massachusetts Avenue in Washington, D.C. They are gripping their batons and big canisters of pepper spray, their faces obscured behind shields, as nearly 100 activists, who have already been arrested, are cordoned off behind them, waiting to be processed.

Protesters line the other side of the street. More and more arrive, chanting, "Let them go!"

A trail of pink smoke cuts through the air. There is the sound of a Sting-ball Grenade (which shoots out nonlethal rubber pellets) and several officers open up with long orange streams of pepper spray. Many people later report that rubber bullets were also fired.

It's January 20, Inauguration Day, the same day newly minted President Donald Trump is telling Americans how he plans to lead.

"[W]e are transferring power from Washington, D.C., and giving it back to you, the American People."

Earlier, a woman who said she lived in the neighborhood was standing at the battle lines screaming at both sides, her body wrapped in an American flag, her face burned by pepper spray, now caked with Milk of Magnesia.

"Why are you doing this?" she wailed.

"... For too long, a small group in our nation's capital has reaped the rewards of government while the people have borne the cost. Washington flourished — but the people did not share in its wealth."

Now, officers run at people while holding billy clubs in both hands at throat level. (Dalton Bennett, a Washington Post reporter was thrown to the ground.)

They tackle a woman on the street, and use tall Clydesdale horses to menace anyone getting too close to the tackled protester.

"... The establishment protected itself, but not the citizens of our country. Their victories have not been your victories; their triumphs have not been your triumphs; and while they celebrated in our nation's capital, there was little to celebrate for struggling families all across our land."

Before the melee began, the streets of D.C. were weirdly empty, a ghost town, nothing like what we had seen in previous years, especially Obama's record-setting first inauguration.

"We're not seeing big crowds," said D.C. resident Lacy MacAuley, an organizer for DisruptJ20, a collection of groups that came together for the inauguration protests. "We haven't seen any area where we, the protesters, don't outnumber Trump supporters."

The commotion in Northwest D.C. around 12th and 13th streets began small enough. I was wandering around at the makeshift headquarters for DisruptJ20. I saw a group of five young people wearing all black start to walk away with purpose. I followed them. They pulled on their masks, but suddenly appeared lost. "Where are they?" they asked.

I started to scan the street and saw it, the mass of black-shirted figures they were looking for. We all ran toward them. By the time I reached them, they too were running, chased by police on cycles — motor and bike — swerving almost as if to mow them down. A protester threw a trash can into the street. It rolled into a motorbike, forcing it to stop. A store's sign went flying through the air.

More officers came in from the other side. The group — which had allegedly been using black bloc tactics of property destruction and the like and, it was announced later, will now likely face felony charges — was cornered. That's when police went crazy with the pepper spray and the batons — for the first time that day. (Earlier, activists had chained themselves together to block a checkpoint into the inauguration and the police had not arrested anyone.)

"... What truly matters is not which party controls our government, but whether our government is controlled by the people. January 20th, 2017, will be remembered as the day the people became the rulers of this nation again. The forgotten men and women of our country will be forgotten no longer."

click to enlarge Pussyhats and pink shirts sprinkled the scene at many of the nation's protests over the weekend, including D.C.'s. - MARIE MACHIN
  • Marie Machin
  • Pussyhats and pink shirts sprinkled the scene at many of the nation's protests over the weekend, including D.C.'s.

Suddenly, a man appears walking through the crowd, followed by others and the mood changes, briefly.

"I am the president of America," the man says. He is wearing a boot on his head and he has a long gray beard and Rasputin eyes. "I am also an amateur hostage negotiator."

His name is Vermin Supreme and he actually did run for president, as he has since 2004. (He promised a free pony for every American.)

A little later, as the air again fills with pepper spray and what seems like a gas, he gets right in front of the police line and squawks out the national anthem, Jimi Hendrix style, through a bullhorn.

Another officer sprays gas into the crowd and Stingball Grenades sound around the corner, where the heat of the action has moved. Lines of riot police face the protesters, some of whom throw bricks and concrete.

"Officers did not deploy tear gas and did deploy pepper spray and other armaments," D.C.'s Interim Police Chief Peter Newsham told me later. "A full accounting of the control devices deployed will be made available when we have it."

(We are formally requesting chemical weapon acquisitions and usage reports.)

"... The time for empty talk is over. Now arrives the hour of action."

The same multinational corporations Trump railed against in the campaign, had their windows smashed — Starbucks, Bank of America.

"... So to all Americans, in every city near and far, small and large, from mountain to mountain, and from ocean to ocean, hear these words: You will never be ignored again."

The day ends with a burning limousine in the streets, a new symbol of our unity.

"... [Y]our courage and goodness and love will forever guide us along the way."

The guerrilla chaos and pepper spray that filled the air on Friday is washed away in the following days, as half a million people pour into the city for the Women's March. They speak of righteous anger, solidarity and community.

At one point, after the march has officially ended, a barricade blocking off Pennsylvania Avenue, leading toward the White House, is knocked down. Marchers make their way to the fence on the other end, where Secret Service agents stand. An African-American woman walks up right beside them. "Whose house? Our house!" she chants, her fist raised in the air.

Additional reporting by Brandon Soderberg

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