Posted on 04/29/2015 7:59:38 AM PDT by Citizen Zed
BALTIMORE — On April 27, Daily Caller News Foundation reporters Connor D. Wolf and Casey Harper went to Baltimore with The TheDC’s Grae Stafford to find the truth behind the Freddie Gray protests. What we found instead were violent thugs willing to go after anyone — even us.
While we interviewed looters, gang-bangers and activists, criminals violently set upon us. Here is the story of that chaotic night, and the events that led us to that frantic melee.
Wolf:
I was interviewing a group of rioters who were busy stealing an ATM machine at the intersection of North Fulton Avenue and West North Avenue. They initially agreed to speak with me, if I wouldn’t take any more pictures.
Below, is the last picture Harper was able to take:
But some other folks had a different idea, and while I was scribbling frantic notes, I was sucker-punched in the face. You can see where the pen trails off on the top line, when they hit me; my blood marks the page:
My nose was broken, and I was bleeding uncontrollably as the crowd surrounded me. Disorientated, I tried to get away, but it wasn’t until I was able to push through the crowd that my crew of fellow reporters saw me and realized I needed help.
Grae Stafford, our crew leader and TheDC’s photographer, grabbed me when he saw what happened and led me across a street covered in fires, debris, crowds of looters and the twisted metal hulks of burnt-out cars. Harper, my fellow DCNF reporter, and Trey Yingst, a reporter from News 2 Share, were on hand to help.
As Harper used his phone to shine a light on my injuries, a young girl apologized: She and her crew were there only for the ATM — which they tore apart, but couldn’t get a dollar out of — and what they could find from shattered storefronts. But as she approached, violent thugs followed, including the crook who had broken my nose.
They seized Casey’s phone, loudly demanded our cameras and gear. We were being robbed, and the crowd around us was growing and becoming more violent. (ON-THE-GROUND PHOTOS: Baltimore Burns, Rioters Wreak Havoc)
Harper:
I crouched and shined my iPhone’s flashlight onto Wolf’s bloody face as Stafford prepared bandages. Suddenly, a criminal snatched the phone from my hand. My heart sank as I turned to see him disappearing into a crowd of a dozen masked, frenzied teenage rioters, who were shouting as they closed in on us.
“Come on, man!” I pleaded with my assailant. I noticed a white man about five yards away, menacingly pounding a hammer in the palm of his hand. He looked high on something violent. A young girl next to me called to him to give it back, when my robber stopped, turned, and started to move toward me again, telling me I had to delete all of my pictures, videos and notes — evidence of the violence he and his friends were visiting on their own neighbors. When he veered off again, seeming unsure of what to do, I turned back to check on Wolf.
Then I was hit: One of the thugs clubbed me across the right side of the head with a full bottle of liquor, fracturing my cheekbone and giving me a concussion. I fell to the ground, stunned and blacking out as my attackers pounced on me. A girl screamed.
Stafford moved quickly, pushing through the mob, grabbing my sleeve. “Get up!” he barked.
I stumbled to my knees, and he pulled me ahead, guiding me as I staggered through the riot.
Wolf:
As we turned the corner, the mob gave chase. Edgar Sandoval, a reporter from New York Daily News, came over, leading us to his nearby car. We piled in as quickly as we could, speeding off from the intersection that police later told us was the most dangerous in the city that night. We made it several blocks before we were stopped by a line of police in full riot gear.
We climbed out of the car to assess our injuries. I was bleeding badly, but a delirious Casey looked worse.
The police pointed us toward a safe hospital, where we would spend the night filing photos and videos from our remaining equipment under doctor observation.
That night, the city of Baltimore was dominated by vicious thugs. We had come to find the truth behind the protests. Looks like we had. Before we were faced with a city plunged into anarchy, we met those who sought answers through peaceful demonstrations.
We saw rival gangs, the Crips and the Bloods, together in the hopes of showing the police a message more powerful than violence. Though they were angry, they stood together to show their mistrust in the justice system. That was the message they wanted the world to know and that was the message that was drowned out by savage violence.
if you Brown Stick Around
If you WITE you Aint Rite.
the “protestors” didnt want any..WITE people attending their “rally”?
On the plus side...someone finally attacked the asshat “reporters”.
What was going through your head when you opened the gate and crawled in the lions den?
Had the first few thug-chilluns who threw rocks or bottles been immediately shot dead the rest would have scattered like rabbits before a wolfpack. End of riot; and about the same screaming-yelling noise from libs as we’re getting anyway.
Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
‘N all that phony stuff on sports
‘N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin’ out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they’ll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin’ hard and doin’ swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can’t be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They’ll send some joker with a brownie
And you’ll see it all complete
So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’
Hopin’ for the best
Even think I’ll go to prayin’
Every time I hear ‘em sayin’
That there’s no way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin’ every day
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/frankzappa/troubleeveryday.html
sure fits..”Baltimore’s .....Urban Spring doesnt it
Saw footage of the thugs pushing around Whorealdo last night. Funny as crap and I wonder if he’ll be defending them tomorrow morning like usual. Too bad they didn’t beat his worthless ass.
IIRC during the Rodney king riots many Korean store owners barricaded themselves inside of and on top of their stores and were armed.........Also IIRC, most of those stores survived. These animals will only be stopped through superior force, it’s the only thing they fear as far as I can see.
Amidst all this he STILL gets a shot in at a white guy and passes judgement on his state of mind.
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Good! maybe FOX’s little shep needs to put his boots, er, lite loafers on the ground also.
This reporter deserves a beating because of his white privilege. His ancestors beat slaves over and over and over and over (I think). Therefore it is skip generation karma... /s
At the beginning of Sean Hannity’s program last night, Geraldo Rivera was trying to interview people in Baltimore just after the curfew went into effect. A lot of them were hostile. I started to wonder if I would see him get killed on live TV.
I'd like to make all those sorry libs live with the thugs. I'll bet after a few weeks or months they would't be hollering about neglect. They be hollering for the cops to come and rescue them.
Agree. Would love to see Shephard Smith, Joe Scarborough, Anderson Cooper, and all the Metrosexual Reports hang out with these thugs for a week.
These reporters are effing retarded
I think the MSM’s getting a clue...
Home's a low, burned out Section 8 the old Chesapeake shore.
Where I've whiled many happy hours away,
A-sitting and a-singing by the little cottage door,
Where lived my homie Freddy Gray.
Chorus
Oh! my poor Freddy Gray, they have taken you away,
And I'll never see my homie any more;
I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day.
For you've gone from the old Chesapeake shore.
When the moon had climbed the mountain and the stars were shining too.
Then I'd take my homie Freddy Gray,
And we'd float high down the Old Harbor in my little red canoe,
While my banjo sweetly I would play.
One night I went to see him, but "He's gone!" the neighbors say.
The white man bound him with his chain;
The POleece has tooken him to the station for to wear him life away,
No more to sell his crack in the lane.
My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung;
I'm tired of living any more;
My eyes shall look downward, and my song shall be unsung
While I stay on the old Chesapeake shore.
My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way.
Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door.
Oh! I hear the angels calling, and I see my Freddy Gray
. Farewell to the old Chesapeake shore.
Chorus
Oh, my homie Freddy Gray, up in heaven so they say,
That they'll never take you from me any more.
I'm a-coming-coming-coming, as the angels clear the way,
Farewell to the old Chesapeake shore!
Please sing along using the new lyrics:
Music to More Gently Riot By
DO you think this weep-porter will get it YET?
Welcome to FReep’s very first (I think) Sing-along Ping-along:
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