Around that time, maybe 2002, the anti-war demonstrations were happening, and I watched a bunch of protesters shut down Broadway at Prince street — by basically holding hands across Broadway. I was thinking: “This is not going to end well.” As I watched, though, there was this moment when the protesters looked at each other and suddenly dropped hands, shed a layer of clothing, and melted into the crowd. I realized they all had earpieces, and they were plugged into a grid that was better than the NYPD’s. Two minutes later, the police arrived, but it was already long over.
