“Yes and no,” Camille snapped. She turned to whisper in Oliver’s ear. “I don’t respond well to that name.”
Oliver and Camille followed the youths away from the deafening roar of the enraged crowd to an obscure car parked directly behind the Macon Wesley building. The vehicle was spray painted with various symbols and messages, including ‘Freedom is ruthless criticism of all that exists’ as well as a large letter ‘A’ spray painted in orange paint in the hood and on the trunk. Oliver and Camille sat in the back seat of the car. The two youths attached their seatbelts. “It’s going to be dicey out here,” the driver said to Oliver and Camille. “I recognize most of the PAAF kids behind the barricades, but some people have come up from Eugene and even places in California to participate i
