"A civil rights march from Burntollet Bridge to Derry had been banned, and as a token protest some people sat down in the Street in the centre of the city. A few Paisleyites came out and the usual scuffles started. The police could easily have dealt with these disorders but their tactic, as ever, was to prevent clashes by beating the demonstrators off the streets. They charged the crowd, flourishing their batons, and the crowd fled in panic before them. Then somebody in the mass of people turned: this was how the real trouble started. ‘Why are we running from the police?’ somebody said, and at that everybody stopped dead, turned round, and started beating the police back up the street. The police were armed with batons, shields, riot helmets, and, of course, their revolvers. The people had nothing, but they were angry enough to make up for the lack of weapons and they terrified the police who turned and ran. When the people saw the police fleeing for the first time in Derry, it was just too much for them, and they seized anything they could get their hands on and beat the police into the barracks. Then police reinforcements were brought into the city and the crowd, by this time trying to break into the barracks and slay all within, were driven off." -Bernadette Devlin.
BIO: Honestly, I don't like myself most of the time. I'm a mess. I'm unstable, unruly... untraditional, flighty, impulsive, loud, outgoing, passionate, peaceful, calm... a border line taboo ... with a compulsion to wander away from large groups of people without letting them know that I left.... acting is my first love, and I survive on bad coffee and irregular sleeping patterns. I feel a connection with the Wicked Witch of the West. I treat my dogs like they're humans. I rock out on subways and hold casual conversations with hobos when I feel the vibe. I strongly believe that there's nothing more thrilling and amazing than performing, and I'll speak my mind till the day I die. Most importantly though, I live my fucking life, and I absolutely love it that way.
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IM: With aStrangerx9 peace in the middle east... danny. =]
"I managed to touch a chord with whole layers of people. I was working class, I was a student, a woman. I wasn’t seen as respectable. I was also a single mother while I was in parliament — which at the time was heretic.
And I had no manners. I had no apologies to make and I had no respect for my betters, because I didn’t acknowledge the existence of betters—wiser, older, more experienced people you could learn from, yes. But people who were born better than me, no."