They arranged these in a long line, end to end, locked to one another with hook-and-eye loops made of rebar. Then they strung long spools of barbed wire over the top. They blocked the alley mouths too and began herding the gathering crowds down to the southeast corner of the plaza, down past the band riser and towards the fountains and waterfalls. The protesters in black resisted, chanting. Others who’d arrived since the story broke stayed in their quiet groups, perplexed and watching, as if they’d come there at someone else’s bidding and were now waiting for instructions. Someone yelled: “Information! What we want is honest information!” The police arrested a man who’d been seen tipping over a mailbox. A woman blowing soap bubbles nearby was also held but then released. A bulldozer roared and chattered and scraped. Men in combats stood on street corners. One of the bars on the side of the plaza had a lawn-bowling green on the rooftop patio, league games normally in progress at that hour under the lights.
What do You think about The Blue Light Project (2011)?
