there. We had been in the cold all day. We picketed from real
early, maybe eight in the morning, all through the afternoon,
and it was almost five in the evening before Adlai Stevenson
came. About three or four we blocked the doors by sitting
down so then we couldn’t even keep warm by walking
around. We sat there waiting for the police to arrest us but they
wouldn’t; they knew the cold was bad. Finally they said they’d
arrest us i f we blocked a side door, the one final door that
provided access to the building. Then we saw Adlai Stevenson
go in and we got mad because he didn’t give a fuck about us
and then we blocked the final door and then the police arrested
us; some people went limp and their bodies were dragged over
cement to the police vans and some people got up and walked
and you could hear the bones o f the people who were dragged
cracking on the cement and you wondered if their bones had
split down the middle. Then we went to the precinct and the
police made out reports. Then the men were taken to the city
jail for men, the Tom bs, a place o f brutality, pestilence, and
rape they said; rape; and we went to the w om en’s jail; no one
said rape. It was w ay late after midnight when we got there.
We got out o f the van in a closed courtyard and it was cold and
dark and we walked through a door into hell, some nightmare
some monster dreamed up. Hell was a building with a door
and you walked through the door. But the men got out the
next day on their own recognizance because the pacifists
hurried to get them lawyers and hearings, spent the whole day
w orking on it, a Friday, dawn to dusk, and the wom en didn’t
get out because the pacifists didn’t have time; they had to get
the heroes o f the revolution out before someone started
sticking things up them. They just left us. Then it was a
weekend and a national holiday and the jail w asn’t doing any
nasty business like letting people who don’t exist and don’t
matter loose; we were nothing to them and they left us to rot
or be hurt, because it was a torture place and they knew it but
they didn’t tell us; and they left us; the wom en who didn’t exist
got to stay solidly in hell; and no one said rape; in jail they kept
sticking things up us all the time but no one said rape, there is
no such w ord with any meaning that I have ever heard applied
when someone spreads a girl’s legs and sticks something in
anywhere up her; no one minds including pacifists. One
woman had been a call girl, though we didn’t know it then,
and she was dressed real fine so the women in the jail spit on
her. One woman was a student and some inmates held her
down and some climbed on top o f her and some put their
hands up her and later the newspapers said it was rape because
lesbians did it so it was rape if lesbians piled on top o f you and
lesbians was the bad word, not rape, it was bad because
