I had been a reporter for less than two years, and the
Camden riot of
August, 1971, was by far the biggest story I had covered. I saw the riot begin at dusk as crowds, gathered around City Hall, became unruly when city officials wouldn't meet with Puerto Rican
community leaders. Being out on the streets of Camden during the riots
didn't seem as dangerous as it probably was because the mood of the
people was more carnival-like than vicious. But we did have one
reporter kidnapped (he was released unharmed), and a brick smashed into
the Courier-Post car between where the late photographer Jimmy Stewart
and I were seated. Later the same night, an ominous gang surrounded me and the camera-laden Stewart at an arson scene from which firefighters and police had withdrawn because of gunfire. Fearing the worst, I talked with the gang's leader about how we wanted to cover the riot. He finally gave me a hug and said, "You write a good story, mon!" They, or maybe it was we, left. I wrote the main
front-page story after the worst day of rioting.
Reeking of tear gas, reporters pecked out their stories on old manual
typewriters as the sun was coming up. As I wrote, I had a strange,
almost God-like feeling because I knew I was the first person to put
some kind of order onto the strange, chaotic events. |
victory,"
playing into the hands of the media and the police. He thought that
"the black bloc" should "have looked around the streets of downtown
Seattle and realized, with the cops hopelessly outnumbered and the
meetings of one of the world's most powerful groups obviously
paralyzed, that this was no time to upstage the 'pathological
pacifists'." As longtime activist L.A. Kauffman reported, "It was no
secret that people were planning to destroy property on the day set
aside for blockading the trade talks," and that some activists were
"angered that property destruction was prohibited under the
guidelines." According to Kauffman, they held discussions of a book by
Ward Churchill, Pacifism
as Pathology, and went into action.