Poor people's Campaign

June 11th, 2018

Albany

So the cop is taking our ID’s, to book us, and we’ve ended up in separate cells quite some distance apart. Sound travels clearly down the cement-block corridor, but we cannot see each other — no one can, as the bars of each small cell face the blank wall.

“Hey,” says the cop down the hall, “you’re from New York City too. You know that other guy back there?”

And I hear Len reply, “Oh yeah; yes I do.”

And the cop calls down the corridor to me: “You know this guy down here?”

And I say, “That guy? Officer, I’ve known that guy for thirty years!”

And the cop pauses. I assume he’s filling out the triplicate arrest sheets on his clipboard. Then he sort of mumbles, to no one in particular, “well, look where it’s got you…”

- Graham