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Suh es Ry ) -f a cops are good guys. Mayor Daley's a good guy, yea, how come their eight cops put up to balance us eight in Chicago - they put up eight cops - that's why I wear the shirt. That's why I wear it in Chicago. See, we're in empathy with those working men on the force. They're being put up as scapegoats. We offered them ovr legal aid. People saw that coming in; the whole world was watching in Chicago. They saw it on air, it was coming over the boob tube. Smash amash smash. Beatin' up the kids. We don't believe it. It's not true. And they're right, where they live, it's not true. Cop's a guy that comes by to help them with a flat tire, you know? Guy come by, Officer, will you keep an eye on the house? We're going to Miami Beach, and we'll be away for a while and there's alot of violence in the streets. Will you keep an eye on our house? Oh yes. Thanks,, Officer. And they see him on FBI, Mod Squad, and aji1 the other shows. They're good guys. Well, they ain't good guys where I live. [In my block there're twenty cops that patrol it. And you're a suspicious looking character, which is like most of us, suspicious lookin', they grab you and throw you up against the building and they search ya and they find some flowers in your pocket, you could do one to five years. You ain't got an ID you get thrown in jail. Thrown in jail for not having an ID? It's ridiculous. They blow the whistle, half the hippies turn to cops. It's a different world; it's a long way from here. I know it's flat up here, but you got a long way to go to see what's goin’ on in the lower east side. War goin' on down there. “Four days last summer, gunshots, fighting, Blacks and Puerto Ricans and hippies, fightin’ the T.P.F. cause we wanna live in a society that has human values, not property. We had a party like four montbs before we wen. to Chicago in Grand Centra] Station. I mean, like, eight thousand kids came. Midnight, to celebrate spring. We had balloons and singing and smokin' dope, buggin' and kissin’. I don't know if you've been in Grand Central Station. Huge, huge, lobby there, totally filled with people, an absolutely beautiful sight. Some kids climb up on the information counter in the middle and took the hands off the clock. Two hundred pigs came in a flying wedge. They learned that in Notre Dame, whan. One hundred fifty in the hogpital. I got knocked unconscious. Busted ankle. Friend of mine, Ron Shay, came to my aid, gee, gonna help out? Hcked up, threw hin through a