This is exactly right.

Now tear gas canisters were plummeting everywhere behind the barricade, through the trees.

A huge cloud of gas rolled over the barricade, and cops with gas masks on came over the

barricade in an assault wave, with shotguns and rifles using the butts as clubs on

anyone in sight, knocking people down and standing on them.

Gas, gas, was the cry, as if poisonous snakes had been loosed in the area.

Thousands streamed across the park toward Clark Street, and panic started, headlong running,

the sudden threat of being trampled by your own people.

The tear gas was catching up with us, a sharp menthol sort of burning on the cheeks and burning

in the eyes, but though some people ran from it, most of us kept on walking. Now the tear gas began

really burning, making the eyes twist tightly closed. And if you rubbed it, the burning got worse,

as if your eyeballs were being rolled in fire. The medics were shouting, keep your eyes open,

let it tear away, water, wash your eyes with water. The information on how to handle the tear

gas passed rapidly and with a warm feeling from one person to another. The gas drifted over Old Town, and the citizens came out of their houses, coughing and gritting their eyes angrily.

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Oh, yeah. Yeah.

So that was excerpted from a book that was published in 1969 called No One Was Killed by John Schultz.

And it's about the 1968 protest in Chicago at the Democratic Convention, the National Democratic Convention, and in which police tear gas was used extensively by police along with other forms of violence.

Yeah.

It feels like it could be from any old day these days, Aaron.

It does.

It does.

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