I work in the New York Public Library in the Wertheim Study. Tuesday, August 29th, 2004 I decided to work there and show up at the demonstration against the Republican National Convention to meet at the front steps of the library. Not only did we opposed the war in Iraq, as an expression of an attempt at submission, the Republicans were to hold their most important meeting and bring all their followers to New York City: an allegorical slap in the face.

That day, I thought of working in the library and showing up at the front steps where demonstrators will gather at 6pm. I got involved in my work, reading about globalization when I realized that it was 6:20pm. I decided to go downstairs and somehow participate in the demonstration. Since I study public space and I am quite interested in the transformation of public space while terrorism and other ideologies run rampant, my interest was manifold. Was it not only to participate in the demonstration but also to observe the way the space was going to be monitored, how state of the art surveillance and crowd control would shape the situation. I was interested in the choreography of conflict between the police and the demonstrators. That dance of control and yes, maybe I would get to photograph some dramatic moments.

As I went downstairs with lots of anticipation, I expected a large crowd congregated on the steps. People chanting slogans against the Bush agenda and what an additional 4 years of Republican government might mean: a very gray and dark cloud over the United States, even darker than the one generated by the collapse of the Twin Towers. When I went outside, the steps were empty. They were cleared from all people. Instead, only different kinds of state forces were lined up on the steps. Different lines of order, subsequently guarded each line of steps of the library, the "public" library. The hygienic sense of order lined up the space with all kinds of force, cleaning the streets from undesirable demonstrators.

The first row from the entrance door to the library was made up of policemen. There was the emptiness of the esplanade between the first set of steps and the second where another line of riot police provided the backdrop to the display of a yet third and fourth line of mountain bike police, and beautifully arranged motorbike police set at the ends of the steps, towards each extreme, respectively. On the street between the sidewalks on 5th Ave the mounted police and vans were conveniently located, ready. T he steps set the stage, the spectacle was choreographed like a Broadway play, and the actors stood proud and accomplished. There were no demonstrators. They were cleaned from the sidewalks, pushed to the corner where police was busy pushing them even further away. Running towards the steps riot police passed the red mobile fence to other riot police already in place, lined up at the top of the first set of steps.»