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After a 10-month protest atop an oak grove next to Memorial Stadium, a judge ruled on Monday that UC Berkeley can now start removing up-in-a-tree protesters, as well as their ground support, even if police can't identify the protesters by name.
Alameda County Superior Court Judge Richard Keller amended his ruling from a month ago. At that time, his decree gave authorities the power to strip the environmental activists off of the UC-owned land, but only if they could identify the protesters by name.
According to the Chronicle, only one protester could be identified "David Galloway, 36, because the other dozen sitters wear masks and would not give their real names." And now? The students and activists protesting a proposed sports training facility in the place of the grand old oak are all fair game.
But the university (wisely) will take its time to proceed with any forcible action. UC Berkeley spokesman Dan Mogulof also claims that "this ruling means it's all but impossible for reasonable people to see this protest as something benign."
Image: George Derk / Daily Cal
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FINALLY.
WTF was the judge thinking, that these guys can get away with criminal trespass for weeks just because they won't give their names?! That is just ridiculous.
Something tells me that if I sat in one of these trust fund babies' dad's front lawn for weeks, the local cops would not be subject to the same restrictions.
36 years old and he's sitting in a freakin' tree? Work much?
I like whoever picked the name "Everything" - the others, like Elm, or Ayr, just seem so...singular in comparison.
36 years old and he's sitting in a freakin' tree? Poop much?
Why are they always pale and gingery? I think the life decisions go something like this: Well, I was breast fed until I was ten and a grew up in an over protective environment where my every utterance was treated as art, my every grunt likened to genius. I have never had to learn any marketable skills, because, well I'm a genius because my mom says so, and anyway, that's what the system wants, the rat race man, and my monthly checks come from a magic place untainted by injustice of any kind. I know this because I absolutely refuse to acknowledge that anything connected to my life is in anyway impure and not in harmony with mother earth. So with all that going for me, why don't a live in a tree and save the planet by stopping a gym from being built? I'm pale and gingery, so getting laid is completely out of the question, plus I still have those mother issues, so it's the tree for me. My name is Bucket.