I’ve got an anniversary coming up Monday and it’s not one that my mother is proud of. Take a look.
Another video from that morning:
Notice in this last video the cop is saying, “…right now we have no arrests.” Hey, what about me? Here’s a video of my getting picked up.
On February 4, 2012 the Washington DC Park Police, assisted by the U.S. Marshalls and U.S. Secret Service, carried out a forced raid and eviction in McPherson Square. The target of the raid was a group of about 200 people better known as OccupyDC. I was among them. Not really as an occupier, but rather a freelance photojournalist hoping to get the story as well as some photographs that I could sell.
I had been with them in McPherson Square since October 4, three days after people starting occupying the park which is three blocks from the White House. Little did I know that my continued presence would ultimately land me on the radar of the agencies just mentioned.
At the time I didn’t know there was another radar that I was showing up on. A cute little blond way down in Argentina had been given my website by a friend of hers in Las Vegas and she had been following this adventure of mine called life.
The cops in McPherson Square that day picked me up and held me for a few days in jail. No charges. No arrest and I was never read my rights. When they slapped the cuffs on me that morning as I was taking photographs, the cops said I was being picked up for assault. They never could – or tried to – explain who I had assaulted or when this allegedly happened. I was never charged with assault; just some cop anxious to cover his tracks by picking up a very high profile person in a very public place.
In the meantime, this cute little blond way down in Argentina watched my Facebook wall and my website grow dark. While she watched, she waited and worried.
When I was released the following Monday night I posted an update on the blog and Huffington Post picked up the story.
The cute little blond way down in Argentina started following my ramblings again; and we started chatting.
One night almost a month later I was in West Virginia covering the latest developments in Blair. This cute little blond way down in Argentina and I were chatting online one night as I sat in the community center in town watching the snow swirl around the street lights outside.
She asked me if it would be alright to call. I told her yes.
I picked up the cell phone and a cigarette and stood in the parking lot. Two minutes later, the phone rang and we chatted for a spell.
When we said our good-nights my life had changed forever, but I wasn’t smart enough to know it at the time.
We stayed in touch – and she followed me – as I traveled to Arkansas, Colorado, Wyoming, Washington State, Idaho, Arizona and a ton of other states.
She was my sole contact with the outside world for three days while I was stranded in the snow without food in the Rockies and she was my only trusted confidant when I spent four weeks in the desert with vigilantes. She followed this journey and adventure so much that she could tell you more about my travels than I could.
When my work took me to Tennessee to shoot an Indian Powwow, this cute little blond from way down in Argentina came to spend two weeks with me.
And we got married.
Now the journey and the adventure continues – but with one difference.
Now I have a cute little blond from way down in Argentina to keep me company.
What a difference a year can make in a person’s life.
I love you Ale!