This is one crowd they dare not gas. The destination is the Jail where some of the non-violent protesters are being held. Prisoners faces appear at the distant windows, and a huge cheer goes up. Our march relaxes into a sit-down blockade. We all start talking to each-other.
People come and go.
As the day darkens, I wish it was the Summer, because then I know this event would just keep developing. As it is, the authorities finally allow the prisoners their right to attorneys and legal support, on condition the crowd disperses. We feel powerful, and once the legal teams have been let in, we leave. Tomorrow I'm leaving Seattle. I've been shocked, inspired, gassed, and inspired again.