When the riots began, the city drained the water from the park’s famous reflecting pool. By now, its edges had become a concrete canvas for graffiti: “ACAB,” the scrawled inscriptions read. “1312.” “Land back.” “Kill the Masters.” Read Full Article »
Inside the Occupied Zone
The
smell was the first thing I noticed. As I arrived at Cal Anderson Park—then in the possession of Seattle’s infamous Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ, later CHOP)—I was struck with the acrid scent of body odor, smoke, and lingering spray-paint fumes. In the distance, a booming sub-bass beat reverberated off the façades of townhomes and apartment buildings.
When the riots began, the city drained the water from the park’s famous reflecting pool. By now, its edges had become a concrete canvas for graffiti: “ACAB,” the scrawled inscriptions read. “1312.” “Land back.” “Kill the Masters.” Read Full Article »
When the riots began, the city drained the water from the park’s famous reflecting pool. By now, its edges had become a concrete canvas for graffiti: “ACAB,” the scrawled inscriptions read. “1312.” “Land back.” “Kill the Masters.” Read Full Article »
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