The police back off and the captain walks up and down shouting through the loudspeakers for everyone to clear the streets. The Weathermen si? tight waiting for the next wave of arrests.

Several large affinity groups arrive from both the west and the east. Reinforcements. The crowd around the statue is close to 200. People are putting on their helmets. They have clubs and flares up their sleeves. and they take them out.

John Jacobs, head theoretician of the Weathermen, has not been arrested. He stands up and shouts out a brilliant and passionate summary of the Weatherman philosophy before they go into their last battle in Chicago:

"There is a war in Vietnam and we are a Vietnam within America. We are small but we have stepped in the way of history. We are going to change this country. . . .

"The battle of Vietnam is one battle in the world revolution. It is the Stalingrad of American imperialism. We are part of that Stalingrad. We are the guerrillas fighting behind enemy lines. . . .

"We will not commit suicide. We will not fight here. We will march to where we are within the symbol-the very pig fascist architecture. . . . But we will make a political stand today."

A girl gets up, and says that we must rise with people's liberation movements around the world. She is wearing an army helmet, which is down almost over her eyes.

The Weathermen start marching very quickly up Randolph Street towards the city, chanting "Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh / NLF is Going to Win." The police, lead the march, but hurry to stay in front of it.

When they are into the Loop area, the march turns south on LaSalle Street, still moving very fast and still led by the police. But there are only about 12 policemen moving with the march. Others are standing 50 feet apart along the sidewalk on both sides for several miles through Chicago. But the Weathermen never have more than a couple of dozen police around them.

Two blocks later at Madison Street, they break. The leadership lets out battle crics. and 200 Weathermen go screaming through the police line out into the open street to the cast.

The captain blows on his whistle and waves his arms. But they are already gone. The street around him is empty.

Rocks and pipes are thrown out of the running crowd into the windows of the stores all along Madison Street. Glass comes showering down right next to me. All the way up the street it goes crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, like a spreading earthquake.

Plainclothes police charge into the back of the mob. A boy is grabbed. They twist his arm, and throw him on the ground, where he is pinned. A girl is knocked into the side of a parked car. She falls against the acrial and bends it over. They grab her, spin her around, and drag her down the street to a car.

A cop in a trench coat runs straight into a girl going the other way. The girl is knocked flying through the air backwards. She is wearing a leather jacket and lands on her shoulders. Her head inside a helmet slams against the pavement. She rolls over and gets up again. But the cop grabs her and forces her to the ground.

A boy who was tripped by one cop