The first 45 minutes take place at the Dead Prez show, on February 14^th, 2008 where we interviewed many, many different activist groups tabling outside.  The last 20 minutes of the show you will hear an interview with Sister Hailstorm and then you will find out more information, with a first hand account about how the Police car was overturned (completely flipped upside down) and destroyed (but no one was very badly harmed), and how the non-violent activists were successful (even though the police clubbed them repeatedly and pepper-sprayed them) when they surrounded the police car and protested to have a wrongly arrested African-American immediately released directly following the Dead Prez show.  You will hear two uninterrupted songs by hip-hop radical musician Sister Hailstorm.


"True peace is not merely the absence of tension: it is the presence of justice."
-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

"Cowardice asks the question, 'Is it safe?' Expediency asks the question, 'Is it politic?' Vanity asks the question, 'Is it popular?' But, conscience asks the question, 'Is it right?' And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but one must take it because one's conscience tells one that it is right."
 
--  Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
  --  Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Love for the people,

-The Radical Freeschool Radio Show Collective
http://www.RadicalFreeschoolRadioShow.org

To learn more about free classes offered at the freeschool please visit:
http://www.FreeschoolCommunity.org

For more information please see:

http://www.infoshop.org/inews/article.php?story=20080215094111783

First hand account from someone involved:
http://olyblog.net/first-hand-accounts-evergreen-last-night

Below is 'The Article' unedited, by Cassie Johnson who was there.

The Article
by Cassie Johnson

One glance at the red block-numbering of the alarm clock told me it was
indeed February 14th, 2008. It was Valentine's Day, and I was going to see
Dead Prez this impending eve. Amen.

My day started slow; a wake-up, and a couple special hours spent in
downtown Olympia with my significant other before a whirlwind of exterior
activity came to claim me. Then I received a call from each of my co-hosts
on the Radical Free School Radio Show. T called me to confirm that Sara
and I would meet him at or around 7:30 outside Evergreen's CRC Center.
Sara called inviting me to help her to make some patches for the Free
School on the Evergreen campus before the show that evening. I dug up some
bus money from my immediate surroundings and began the 45-minute bus
journey from the Intercity Transit Center to the Evergreen State College,
and joined her in a room proximal to the library. That room was the
headquarters of an intensely politically and socially active group of
students who I had the experience of spending the next few hours in the
company of.

The room was covered, ceiling-to-floorboard, with posters and artworks,
nearly all of them requesting and advocating tangible change in current
unjust conditions (social, political, historical human rights
infringements, the effects of which are experienced daily on some large
scale), and also many images and words celebrating those who stepped up to
create tangible change in their world. In the center of the room,
surrounded by large silkscreen patterns, minute stencil cutting materials,
and small, sticky vats of ink was Sara Flaherty. Hello, Sara Flaherty:
teach me how to silkscreen print! Teach me the hallowed dichotomy of
stenciled artistry!

We passed the hours before the show performing the patch-making task at
hand, discussing and debating a wide range of subjects with others around
us, and one another (everything from the amount of ink one should spread
on a silkscreen, to the importance of Beethoven's deafness within his
creativity, to the effects of racial humor upon global society), and, of
course, preparatorily bumping some Dead Prez beats.

The sun had gone, the night had come: the patches were mostly complete.
There was a mad dash to return out borrowed materials and to get to the
CRC Center to set up the Free School's table inside the venue.

"Radicalism is love in action," was one of the first of many definitive
quotes I remember T uttering, when the Radical Free School Radio Show was
still in its fetal era. Olympia's finest examples were on display. Upon
walking into the CRC Center's first gymnasium chamber, I saw this sentence
take real form all around me. To my left were the Media Island and Co-Op
tables, and to my right, Camp Quixote's. Across the way, I remember
spotting the Birth Attendants and Planned Parenthood. However, there were
many, many more incredible causes in the concert's anteroom. I could feel
a strong awareness of the pursuit of a better world; not only as speaking
of all of our mere presences at the show, but moreso our individual and
solidaritous presences in the world. This feeling of unity and converged
purpose continued throughout the show, spreading into various arenas, and
burning down those human constructs of limitation that work only to
disunify, oppress, and despotize the holy naturalisms of freedom, spirit,
and common good.

The opening acts embodied this powerful force of unified life forms and
"love in action." Sister Hailstorm, DJ B-Girl, and A.P. worked in a
continuous stream, performing together, giving shout-outs and
encouragements to one another; shooting down and powerfully coming against
hate oppression, injustice, and conditioned forced helplessness--in United
States society and beyond! It was an empowered and informed atmosphere,
with no lack of dancing bodies anywhere one looked.

Dead Prez experienced some delays in reaching the venue, but in hindsight,
this suspense and momentary lull only made it more exciting as the group
took stage around 11:30 pm. This in-between time also made it possible to
get some interviews with all the awesome organizations represented at the
tables around us, and to just talk to people; to build contacts and
relationships; to express and establish solidarity, and to shake some
courteous hands.

And how was the Dead Prez experience? Spectacular! I don't know that any
amount of words could express the joy, individual or collective, of
spending Valentine's evening with these fellows. If a reader is wondering
"Did they do that [insert any given major title] one song that I really
love?", the answer is mostly likely yes (the setlist was virtually
impeccable). As always, the group was all about individual empowerment,
self-education, social equality, shared love, and the hope of a truly
healthy society in the present and future; as well as the dissembling of
any subversive causes that act to cripple these beautiful virtues.

At one point, about half-way into the set, it as announced from the stage
that someone in the audience had been arrested. The audience expressed
extreme disapproval and distaste at this prospect. It was consensus that
the concert's energy was a positive, free, and triumphal one. Dead Prez
encouraged the audience to organize and focus their discontent in smart
and effective ways, suggesting the method of taking down the badge numbers
of any police presence, and taking words of protest to the station the
next day. The common feeling was that a sacred space had been encroached
upon by correctional forces. No one was sure what the man was being
arrested for, but rumors flew around that it was either for slightly rough
behavior or for minor recreational drug use: two things both incredibly
common at concert events, and able to be sufficiently "dealt with" by the
dedicated students employed as Evergreen security. It was also known to
some that the man was African-American. Anyone present at the event could
report that, although the crowd represented a diverse racial make-up, a
cursory glance over the show's population would tell the average eye that
the majority of the attendees at least appeared to be of a majority
Caucasian decent.

All of this enragingly paired with the suspicion any citizen should feel
upon hearing the law has executed some action that's motives remain
unclear to the surrounding public merely fired a pre-existent righteous
collective anger toward harsh, unfair decisions made by the few in power,
who take away from the many they are truly supposed to serve.

My words to those who have chosen to attach a post-event negative or
threatening spin to the evening's events are:

There is no replacing the vital importance of context. Yes, that even
discounts the mock-objectivity of negative voices who had no part in the
evening's experiences. Pre-biased establishmentarians and non-present
sensationalists cannot readily be heeded as unarguably valid sources by
any means.
The crowd was a large cross-section of politically informed residents of
Olympia and surrounding areas.
All thought and feeling detectable within the environment was of lofty,
beautiful intent and message.

Upon packing up our tabling materials, T and I arranged rides to our homes
with our good friend Fabiola from the Co-Op. All of us walked out of the
CRC Center to find that the people had indeed organized, and quite
immediately. Of course, they'd also chosen their own method, and it came
in the form of a synchronized verbal protest. A strong chorus of "Let him
go!" wafted up from the circular base of the CRC courtyard, accompanied by
many raised fists and ringed around the singular police vehicle. On the
way to our own vehicle, Fabiola predicted that the gathering would turn
into a riot. T then spoke another quote, perfect for the occasion. "The
definition of a riot is the police harassing citizens. Always remember
that." On my ride downtown, I noticed police cars turning out of various
side streets and plunging up Fourth Avenue toward the college.

There was electricity in the air.