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1:30 PM, December 10, 2012. Time for the General Assembly at the local Occupy tent city. Since it was some formal human rights day, they were planning on marching to the police headquarters to read the police the UN Declaration of Human Rights. Sharona and her friend Patrice, an ex-Hope-House staff member, had another plan. They were going to give a speech at the assembly about Sharona's 3--I comrades and all their rescuees, who had just vanished, and the 700 FEMA camps, the branding of Occupy Together and the Internatioonal Incident Initiators as terrorists, and how Bobby Boler's school had been a corporation that was wealthy enough to pay the government to keep it open so that he could get more money. How he had pretended his students had been doing better and thus given them less shocks, so that there would be no marks on their skin to show in court. How the press had lied about how the evictions of the 3—I warehouse and office building had gone smoothly, when in reality two people had died, one from an allergic reaction to the pepper spray and another to a rubber bullet through the eye.


It was not the end. Far from it.