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Monday, February 16, 2009


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Tom Lassiter

This resonates on lots of levels. But I'm struck that you got tear-gassed at such a tender age.

Jean McGreggor

Thats beautiful Dan.


I was fortunate at during the tear-gassing that my father recognized what was about to happen and fought his way through the crowd, with me on his shoulders, and managed to get out of the pen moments before the cannisters flew. We still got dosed, but it wasn't nearly as bad as if we'd been in the middle of it.

I didn't have much memory of all this until basic training, when I caught my first whiff of CS gas while marching to the chamber where we had to breathe it, etc. The smell brought back a cascade of vivid memories of that day at the airport, almost like watching a video replay.

The pretext for the attack was that one person with a sign jumped the fence and waded through the crowd toward Nixon's airplane (honestly, it could have been 1968 during the campaign, for all I know). That was when they circled the fenced enclosure and my father got nervous.

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