Talk, Walk, and Chew Gum: Chewing Gum: Thoughts about Cold Days and Police Raids

Today was one of those days where you think, "Ahh. This is fall. Autumn is finally here." It was a day where the clouds were tinted with gray, but the bright blue of the sky peeked through where it could, where the trees rustled with the chilly breeze, and the air was just cold enough to feel clean. You could feel the deep breath in your lungs, cleansing, and while a fall coat is too warm, a thin, summer jacket just can't cut it. Do I regret sleeping away the last sunny day of the week? Not really. It's the weekend. I needed the break. Especially after Friday night.

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Morse/Stiles Screw. Police brutality. I wasn't there but plenty of people have plenty to say about the situation. "The police were doing jobs, but it was a bit much." "The police were shoving people willy-nilly and cursing at them." "It was scary."

From my perspective, my unknowing perspective, I can imagine that the police were a perhaps a bit too aggressive, but that Yale students, especially drunk Yale students, may have caused a bit of trouble. It's a hard thing to give up your arrogance, particularly when you don't respect those conducting the authoritative search of your belongings. The being said, I have no idea what happened. From the bits and pieces I saw online (including the video), there was a lot of fear and sweat going on in that crowded (58% over-capacity!) club and I'm glad I was not involved in the situation.

~~ A bit of levity and some pie baking!