I was among those seated, arms locked, around the symbolic tent in the center of the park, in those hours before the LAPD would spill from the doors of City Hall (in service of its own symbolic mission: shut up, or look what will happen to you). I say that not to suggest I'm more deserving of justice than someone not arrested for this cause, but rather to frame the opportunistic mindset that must have festered in the squalid morals of one Ruben Escobedo.

For it was this wannabe-peacekeeper who made the generous offer of stashing belongings offsite so the police wouldn't tamper with, search, break, or "misplace" them. I had seen Ruben at the grounds interacting with people with whom I was also vaguely acquainted, and it was my mistake that I considered any data outside of my personal experiences a kind of vetting.

After being dragged out of the circle around the tent, marched into a bus where my group would sit for another several hours, finally separated and shuffled between cells, booking, and more cells—with I struggling in futility to find a number that would accept a collect call so I could communicate anything to my friends and family about what had happened… I was abruptly bailed out.

Why was I bailed out? I hadn't asked to be. My family found out I was in jail, and raised the funds. It turned out that someone saying he was a friend of mine had called at least SEVERAL of my contacts and offered a rambling story about my arrest. According to this oh-so-convincing story, I'd been charged with multiple things, including "TERRORISM," which sounds very serious; but, according to my mysterious friend, one can post bail for it. How? Well, send a $15,000 Western Union to my good old buddy RUBEN.

I SHIT YOU NOT. These are things friends and family members have reported back to me as transpiring during the 36 hours I spent in FUCKING JAIL.

I don't expect this post to last long, since yes, it is a personal call out. I am personally, directly, accusing someone of being a thief, a liar, and a resolute—and ongoing—traitor. Not just a disgrace to the individuals within the movement, but to the very values around which it is gathered.

I would not make this so personal, had my trust not been betrayed at a point when I expected my foes to be limited to the ones storming onto the scene with clubs and tazers. Nor would I if the perpetrator had been remotely intelligent enough to leave ANY DOUBT as to who he was or what he was doing.

So, thanks to this IDIOT, who wasn't only a lying, thieving piece of camel shit, but too fucking stupid to lie or cover his tracks in any fucking way, I have lost a phone, my contacts, my camera, its photos, and the $500 my family raised and wasted on bailing me out on charges that most likely would have been dropped if there wasn't some fucking pendejo freaking my friends and relatives out with some BULLSHIT story, while actively trying to commit FRAUD.