“I was terrified. I didn’t know what was happening. All of a sudden my tent was ripped open and an officer was screaming in my face: ‘Get out! Get out!’ I said, ‘I can’t walk, sir, my foot is broken and I’m on crutches,’ but they wouldn’t listen.”
Stories of horror by Phillip Birchman, looking dazed and confused after fleeing Dilworth Plaza in an eviction that caught the occupation by surprise. Sitting on a curb outside the 711 on Filbert Street around 2:30 am with nothing but a few cigarettes, his identification, and a pair of crutches to aid with his cast, Birchman’s only comfort was the warmth of a newfound friend. He said he had nowhere to turn and no reasonable way to move from Dilworth; he had been living on unemployment checks for months leading up to the occupation.