A little over a year ago, before Occupy Wall Street began but well after
the first wave of student riots had made political resistance more than
a storybook fantasy in Britain, I found myself at a gathering of
activists and anarchists. The occasion was the opening of a free
university in an empty pub in central London, and journalists were
strictly forbidden in the space. I had been let in on the condition that
I hand in all my recording equipment before I was allowed to drink,
which is a cruel thing to do to anyone who writes for a living.
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