We have managed to survive the two weeks without water, gas and electricity until our second appearance in court, which was difficult. The daily chore of carrying water upstairs was always strenuous, especially to the sixth floor. The biggest problem was the stress of the constant fear of break-ins. At night when we were sleeping, any noise would bring us awake, ready trouble. The street was always noisy and we had frequent false alarms. We didn't sleep well, so it was a relief that things would be resolved soon. The night before our court date I reviewed the plan one more time for the strike committee.
In the event the judge decides against us, we don't make any threats or demands in court. We'll return to the building, mail the press release, make sure we have food and water, then barricade the doors and windows. Whatever happens, we can't forget that we've got to practice peaceful resistance. This is your last chance your mind and back out; no one backed out. I'm going to court with Bullethead, Boosie, Ke Ke, Shawana, and LaLa. Boosie will be in charge since he is older and he set the barricades up. The People's Unification Resistance Effort was not as unified as we prefer. LaLa had moved, to the taunts of desertion. Ke Ke was potential bombshell, waiting to detonate and hurt all of us.
The next morning we met Hal, our lawyer, in the courtroom, the judge was presiding. The judge was overweight, red faced and looked like a ugly hound dog. We waited hours and listened to case after case that he decided in favor of the landlord. Just before the clerk called our case, our landlord walked in, accompained by a shaby looking man in a bright blue polyester suit. Hal presented out case first and summarized the facts.We had noticed that the judge was dozing off while Hal spoke. The judge sayed that this case is dismissed. So we stuck to the plan by resisting eviction and told our lawyer that we will not commit violence. We left the...