Monday, February 4, 2019
Abbie Hoffman: A Present Day Monologue :: essays research papers fc
 My name is Abbie Hoffman. Steal this speech while  comforting dancing in the Ice ages, its soon to be a major motion pictureYippie Do you  pick out what that  delegacy? That  way of life that theres a revolution on, that we can change an H to a Y., that we can bring more than 10,000  muckle to Lincoln  greenness in  clams on a myth, a rumor, a story. Yippie It  basals the home of the FREE and the land of the BRAVE. Chicago was a place for the  insolent to fight for their freedom. When we came to  simoleons, we thought, hey, theyll put up some resistance, but theyll give us a  stand to have our little Yippie get-together in the park. I mean  knave, its our right. Mayor Daley, he didnt give a shit about our rights he didnt want one goddamn  flower child in his city, let alone 10,000. He didnt want chicago to have that reputation, HE didnt want to have that reputation. Do you know what happened in Chicago? According to Mayor Daley, only a  hardly a(prenominal) minor injuries due to res   isting arrest and rioting according to some  out of doors sources, and my own count, a couple people died and a lot of people were wounded because the pigs were beating on us for practicing our right to assemble peacefully. Hell, we were peaceful, a damn sight more peaceful than the cops. We were assembled to protest war, all we  wanted to do was get together and smoke a little weed. The cops, they came at us with arms swinging. But I get ahead of myself. Youre all so young, you dont know about Chicagos other, meaner side. In Chicago, we Yippies wanted to have a rally, and Chicago was really central to the movement, so we petitioned the Chicago Parks Department for a permit to have bands come play during the week of the Democratic Convention in 1968. They stalled, and pretended to have little problems with the permit. No one was fooled. We sued them for denying us our  built-in rights but we withdrew our suit when we saw who our judge was. His name was Judge Lynch, and he was mayor    Daleys friend or cousin or something.  rattling ironic...the next judge that we went before because the city was stalling was Judge Stahl. S-T-A-H-L. So in a nutshell, we said can we have a get-together in the park?  
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