Or CHOP. Or whatever they’ve renamed it this morning. Found in the rubble of the chamber of Mazarbul Downtown Seattle Political / Community Center and Free Speech Area, under a mound of discarded bongs and rubber dog masks.

FIRST WEEK

In a firm bold hand with little peace symbols over the ‘i’s.

We drove out the Police from the Great Gate and guardroom and took the Police Station. We threw rocks at many in the bright sun in the East Pine Street. Jeremy was taken out by a rubber bullet. He called the great Police chief racist […] Nikkita teargassed near 12th Avenue name […] came […]ken we repaired […] We have taken the Six Blocks of Capitol Hill to dwell in. There is good food […] that can easily be looted […] the precinct is clear […] Chaz has set up his seat at the No Cop Co-Op […] gathered […] tribute free pizza donations […] wonderful lay the conch shell […] first unmasked kiss. Hookup. […] Today we planted the black and allies only garden. […] consume them first. […] Jasmyne sent to seek the spray paint supplies of the upper business district… Go […] Black Lives Matter murals.

SECOND WEEK

A new hand takes over, in pencil. Coffee stained. Parts cut out to roll joints.

“r…(d)ays since […] ready hunger […] yesterday being the 10th of June, 2020, Chaz  fell in the Town Hall. He went alone to talk about trash, traffic, local business concerns. Omar de-platformed him from behind a reparations slogan. We renamed ourselves CHOP, but many more f(led) […] east out the I-405 […] Raz patrolled […]re a sharp battle with the white allies […] we have set up walls and checkpoints to keep out violence, corporate greed, but doubt if […] can hold them long. If there are […] no more lattes.  it will be a horrible fate to suffer, but I shall hold.

LAST PAGE

Written in red ink. Badly burned, torn, and apparently used as toilet paper.

“They will not stay in. They will not stay in. They have abandoned the Relaxation Field and 11th Avenue . Kshaama and Shaun and Rachel ranted in the Political Community Center and Free Speech Area while the rest replanted the communal garden. Again. We still hold the CHOP but hope is fading now. Paige’s party went five days ago for vegetarian takeout but today only one returned. The mockery is up to the East Precinct now. /pol took Raz — we cannot get them to stay here. The end comes soon.

Drums, drums in the night

AT least…

At least…

It wasn’t REAL communism….