Word: gas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Boston Clamshell headquarters Friday afternoon, they distributed gas masks. But it didn't seem immediate, not in a third-floor Central Square walk-up office next to a rundown Woolworth...
...least clubs are familiar; you've seen local cops with them. The police see groups massing, they fear a charge at the weakened fence, and out comes the tear gas. Tear gas isn't as personal as Mace--as a matter of fact, clouds of it drift back on the police, who struggle to find their masks. But it is effective, tearing your eyes, stinging your nose, leaving a taste of burned chemical in your mouth. And everyone is shouting, "Walk, Walk," but it's awful hard not to run because this is tear gas. Sporadic fence-cutting continues...
...action, and an inconclusive meeting ends Saturday night. After five hours, you decide to meet at nine the next morning and start from scratch. The basic split is emerging here. Some people want to keep attacking, keep cutting fences. Others don't like Mace, don't like wearing gas masks, fear that real violence may break out. "What did you come here for--to occupy or not?" one man shouts, and people around the circle really wonder...
...State of New Hampshire, reflecting the feelings of the Public Service Co., owners of the plant, just wish the whole group of protesters--with their tents and tarpaulins and two-by-ten planks for crossing marshland eddies, their gas masks and bolt-cutters and ropes for bringing down fences, their plans and tactics and shouts of "honk if you hate nukes"--the owners wish they would just go home. Or, failing that, they wish no one showed up to cover them. But nearly 500 reporters did, and the state's press center soon proved good for little more than...
When it looks like some National Guardsmen are about to leave, demonstrators gather 'round in their affinity groups and huddle conspiratorially, if only to divide candy bars or discuss old times. Sometimes everyone will put on gas masks to heighten the drama. A group often, singing "Zippity Doo Da," head off into the marsh towards the fence. About 20 policemen with Mace and clubs gravitate toward the protesters who are knee-deep in water and muck. They stop about 20 yards from the police, link arms, then they turn around, face their comrades on the railroad tracks, and start dancing...