There were even more protesters being held elsewhere. We reached consensus that we would resist being fingerprinted or separated. Protesters discarded their ID bracelets, jammed the cell doors locks, and switched shirts to confound identification. We demanded to see our lawyers, but were not allowed. No allowance was made for vegans.
Some short hunger strikes.
In solidarity, I move as slowly as possible. Grease paint from my clown face is on my hands, which smears the machine. I am told to wash my hands, which I do meticulously, with careful attention to each digit and wrinkle. Drying takes as long. When I look up, I see female sisters in the holding tank cheering for me.