This time the setting is Miami.
It has a connection to Philidelphia because the police chief there is the same police chief here.
Funny that, huh?
Many of you think of yourselves as on the side of ruling elites, but that just isn't true.
It's a club, and you ain't in it.
NOVEMBER 24, 2003
The Miami Model
by JEREMY SCAHILL
Miami.
We were loading our video equipment into the trunk of our car when a fleet of bicycle cops sped up and formed a semi-circle around us.
The lead cop was none other than Miami Police Chief John Timoney.
The former Police Commissioner of Philadelphia Timoney has a reputation for brutality and hatred of protesters of any kind.
He calls them “punks,” “knuckleheads” and a whole slew of expletives.
He coordinated the brutal police response to the mass-protests at the Republican National Convention in Philadelphia in 2000.
After a brief stint in the private sector, Timoney took the post of Miami police chief as part of Mayor Manny Diaz’s efforts to “clean up the department.”
We had watched him the night before on the local news in Miami praising his men for the restraint they had shown in the face of violent anarchists intent on destroying the city.
In reality, the tens of thousands who gathered in Miami to protest the ministerial meetings of the Free Trade Area of the Americas summit were seeking to peacefully demonstrate against what they consider to be a deadly expansion of NAFTA and US-led policies of free trade.
There were environmental groups, labor unions, indigenous activists from across the hemisphere, church groups, grassroots organizations, students and many others in the streets.
What they encountered as they assembled outside the gates to the building housing the FTAA talks was nothing short of a police riot.
It only took a few hours last Thursday before downtown Miami looked like a city under martial law.
On the news, Chief Timoney spoke in sober tones about the tear gas that demonstrators fired at his officers.
No, that is not a typo.
Timoney said the protesters were the ones launching the tear gas.
He also said the demonstrators had hurled “missiles” at the police.
“I got a lot of tear gas,” Timoney said.
“We all got gassed.
They were loaded to the hilt.
A lot of missiles, bottles, rocks, tear gas from the radicals.”
Seeing Timoney up close and personal evokes this image of Mayor Daley at the ’68 Democratic Convention ordering his men to shoot protesters on sight.
He is that kind of guy.
Back at our car, Timoney hopped off his bike as a police cameraman recorded his every move.
It all had the feel of being on an episode of COPS.
He demanded the license and registration for the car.
Our colleague Norm Stockwell of community radio station WORT in Madison, Wisconsin gave him his license.
We informed him we were journalists.
One of his men grabbed Norm’s press pass, looking it over as though it was a fake.
They looked at all of us with nasty snares before getting back on their bikes and preparing to continue on to further protect Miami.
Timoney gave us this look that said, you got away this time but I’ll be back.
You could tell he was pissed off that we weren’t anarchists (as far as he knew).
As Timoney was talking with his men, one of the guys on the bikes approached us with a notepad.
“Can I have your names?” he asked.
I thought he was a police officer preparing a report.
He had on a Miami police polo shirt, just like Timoney’s.
He had a Miami police bike helmet, just like Timoney’s.
He had a bike, just like Timoney’s.
In fact there was only one small detail that separated him from Timoney-a small badge around his neck identifying him as a reporter with the Miami Herald.
He was embedded with Chief Timoney.
That reporter was one of dozens who were embedded with the Miami forces (it’s hard to call them police), deployed to protect the FTAA ministerial meetings from thousands of unarmed protesters.
In another incident, we saw a Miami Herald photographer who had somehow gotten pushed onto the “protesters side” of a standoff with the police.
He was behind a line of young kids who had locked arms to try and prevent the police from advancing and attacking the crowds outside of the Inter-Continental Hotel.
He was shouting at the kids to move so he could get back to the safe side.
The protesters ignored him and continued with their blockade.
The photographer grew angrier and angrier before he began hitting one of the young kids on the line.
He punched him in the back of the head before other journalists grabbed him and calmed him down.
His colleagues seemed shocked at the conduct.
He was a big, big guy and was wearing a bulletproof vest and a police issued riot helmet, but I really think he was scared of the skinny, dreadlocked bandana clad protesters.
He had this look of panic on his face, like he had been in a scuffle with the Viet Cong.
As you can see from the dateline on the story, this struggle has been continuous since the first two men picked up sticks.
You will be made to choose sides, at some point, see that you choose the right one,...