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...went to non-violence training sessions where leaders talked about Mace and tear gas and attack dogs; but sitting in the Dunster House small dining room, who could really believe...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

...chat back. They won't even look at you, and orders are obviously orders, pretty much the way it stays all weekend, their inactivity ends the minute the fence is threatened. One aging flower child ("My name is earth") makes a preliminary assault, and for the first time the Mace comes out. They point the small brown bottles at your eyes and spray, and suddenly you forget about cutting any fence...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

...Mace is a chemical irritant--it blinds you, makes your eyes water and your skin sting. It is meant to be sprayed at the chest, where the fumes will still have plenty of effect, one Seabrook cop tells you the next day. Maybe the policemen don't know this--they spray it straight in your eyes from inches away, and the only thing you can remember is to yell "Medic." They arrive with plastic jugs of water and boric acid, and after a few pints you can stand the smarting. Your face stays red for a long time...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

...marsh, the main assault never really happens. Instead, there are sudden fence-cutting attempts: Run to the fence with wire cutters, make a few snips and then get back before the uniforms arrive with Mace and clubs. If you're sophisticated, you work in teams--someone holds a tarp against the fence to keep off the Mace, while you cut through it and the fence with bolt snippers. The police don't like the scattered skirmishes--they are caged, turning around to make sure no one is doing anything on the other side, turning their night sticks and batons over...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

...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...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

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