Huffington Post on Bloomberg hitman for me

4 Nov

Huffington Post
4:40 PM –Today Did The New York Post Instigate A Fight In Zucotti Park? Recai “Rocky” Iskender awoke in his Zuccotti Park tent yesterday morning to the unpleasant sensation of being kicked in the head. He scrambled out of the tent and onto the sidewalk. A man with wild hair and a deranged look was screaming at him. He knocked the man on his back with a left hook. Standing there, capturing the action on his camera, was Kevin Fasick, a reporter for the New York Post. This was excellent timing for the Post reporter. In case you haven’t been following, the Post has been covering the seedy and criminal element in Zuccotti Park almost to the exclusion of any other aspect of the movement. The morning of the attack, an op-ed urging Mayor Bloomberg to banish the protestors from the park appeared on the cover under the headline equivalent of a kick to the head: “ENOUGH!” Apparently Fasick had now found the perfect opportunity to lend some journalistic weight to this demand. Not only did the attacker, Jeremy Clinch of Cleveland, play the part of violent lunatic to perfection; he seemed to be performing just for Fasick’s benefit, turning and ranting directly to the camera. After the incident, Iskender angrily told Fasick that he suspected Clinch may have been put up to the job by someone employed by the “Bloomberg police machine,” and he accused Fasick of somehow contributing to the incident. He says that Fasick managed to calm him down by repeatedly referring to Iskender as a “victim,” but when the article and video came out this morning he found that the reporter had been less than honest with him. The article referred to Iskender as a wacko and jeered that he was “up to the bizarre standards set by Clinch.” Iskender now suspects it was Fasick who coaxed Clinch into starting the fight. Fasick told this reporter he would not be giving any interviews. –Saki Knafo 4:26 PM
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7:37 PM –11/03/2011 Strange Happenings In Zucotti Park Amid speculation that police have been harassing and investigating the protesters in Zuccotti Park –by sending drunks and homeless people into the park to cause trouble, for example, or by posing as protestors and stirring up trouble themselves –strange things have been happening. One such moment transpired this afternoon, when this reporter was interviewing a man named Recai Iskender, who said he woke up this morning to a kick in the head and emerged from his tent to find himself attempting to fend off an attack from a crazed man he had never seen before. The attacker kicked Iskender and hit him until another man, who had been working at the medic tent, pulled him to the ground. Iskender believed that the man was on drugs, and he suspected that the police may have somehow put him up to the attack. As I was interviewing Iskender, a man with a voice recorder, a black leather jacket, and a black tie sat down on the Broadway steps with us and began asking Iskender about the incident. A second man hovered behind him with a camera. The man in the tie seemed to be in a hurry and said he had a deadline to meet. When I introduced myself, he replied with his first name only –Frank. Asked who he worked for, he said he was “independent”. He continued firing questions at Iskender –interrogation style, one might say –and appeared to be fixated, oddly, on the question of whether or not Iskender had been wearing an Occupy Wall Street T-shirt at the time of the assault. When Iskender asked why he cared about this detail, he muttered something to the effect of “I thought it would be funny” and then stood up quickly and walked away with a phone to his ear, as though he had been interrupted by a call. The whole thing struck me as strange, so I stood up and followed the reporter –if that’s what he was –to the sidewalk. I asked if he had a card; he said he didn’t. I asked where he published his work. “Different places,” he said. “The Brooklyn Paper.” Where could I read the story? He said he didn’t know if anyone would publish it, and then repeated that he had a deadline and had to go. How could I contact him? “You can’t,” he said. I told him I thought that as a reporter he had an obligation to provide me with his name and information. He refused. “I find you suspicious,” I said. “I know,” he said. He then turned and walked away quickly, and he and the man with the camera disappeared into the crowd on Broadway. –Saki Knafo 6:52 PM –11/03/2011

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