Woman Pepper Sprayed by Ice Agent for Filming Him with her Phone - VIDEO - She is pursuing legal action... "IT'S IN THE CONSTITUTION. I CAN STAND ON THE SIDEWALK AND PROTEST."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W26obmj_HuY

Was it BEAR SPRAY? Carrying bear spray in urban centers or using it against human attackers can result in criminal charges, as it is not certified or labeled as a legal personal defense spray under New York penal law.

https://www.nps.gov/grte/planyourvisit/bear_spray.htm

PRO TIP: If you're going to do evil, don't do it while someone's filming you with their phone... Patriots have access to youtube and we can publish your crimes... 

Linda Wolff, a 72-year-old New York City grandmother and activist, is pursuing legal action after a masked U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agent pepper-sprayed her in the face. The late July 2026 incident occurred in Inwood, Manhattan, while Wolff was filming and verbally confronting a tow truck driver during an ICE vehicle tow operation... 

A B C D E F * C K I C E 

Supposedly, you can use the Grok AI tool to take clothes off of people in photographs... Can You Unmask an Insane Ice Agent? YES!

Ice Agent Unmasked by Grok AI

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If an Ice Agent Asks You For Your Phone... 

To delete all data from a phone, use the factory reset option in your device settings. 

iPhone
Open Settings.
Tap General.
Tap Transfer or Reset [device], then choose Erase All Content and Settings. 

Android
Open Settings.
Search for or tap Reset or System, then select Factory data reset.
Tap Delete all or Erase all data to confirm. 

What Is a Duress Code and How to Set One Up to Protect Your Phone Data...

Actually, it's pretty Complex to set up a Duress Code... The Best Plan is to Erase all Data at Home BEFORE going to a protest... Then, all data will be about the protest you are attending that day...

The Government’s Indictment of an Activist Tests Whether You Have a Right to Wipe Your Phone...

LINK for Sharing This Post: 

https://gvan42.blogspot.com/2026/08/woman-pepper-sprayed-by-ice-agent.html

Address by NYC Mayor Mamdani - Insightful Wisdom - Really Needed Today - Every Word of his Speech!

Mayor Zohran Kwame Mamdani: Good morning, my fellow Americans. Season after season, year after year, the tides have come in and out of New York Harbor. Long before the name “New York” had ever been spoken, Lenape dugouts crossed these currents. It was on these waters that tall masts crested the horizon, captained by explorers like Verrazzano and Hudson after whom we’ve named our bridges and rivers. And ever since, ships full of travelers weary from long journeys have passed through the Narrows, the winds of the Atlantic at their backs.

When those passengers lifted their heads to glimpse what lies just beyond the waves, what did they see? They saw land, lush and teeming with life. They saw men waiting at the docks to take them into bondage. They saw tenements rife with squalor. They saw industry rumbling with activity, steam and smoke rising, a city on the move. They saw a towering monument to freedom, her torch glowing world-wide welcome. They saw New York City. They saw America.

Tomorrow, our nation marks 250 years since we declared our independence. Two hundred and fifty years of a grand experiment in self-governance — an experiment so audacious that some in 1776 doubted it would last more than a few years, let alone a quarter of a millennium. From Lexington to Los Angeles, Selma to Seneca Falls, Morrisania to Midwood, Americans will come together for a day, just as we do each year. Families will gather around the grill. Fireworks will fill the night sky. This will be no ordinary day of celebration. Two hundred and fifty years presents a rare opportunity for more than 340 million people to turn together — both towards one another and towards ourselves, to take measure of who we are as a nation. When we look at America, what do we see?

Here at City Hall, as I sit behind George Washington’s desk, alongside new Americans who came to this country, I cannot see all of America. But like so many who came before, I can see New York City.

The city I see today looks very different than the one that greeted George Washington. In July of 1776, our city simmered under the yoke of oppression. The British had imposed a colonial rule so repressive that 250 years ago, 80 miles south, a small group of newspaper editors, farmers, and soldiers signed their names on a document declaring truths that feel self-evident now but were revolutionary then, establishing the ideals our nation still strives to fulfill.

The British did not take it well. War broke out. And that August, as the largest battle of the Revolutionary War unfolded in Brooklyn, batteries on Governors Island took aim at British ships anchored just offshore. We were outgunned, we were outmanned and we were soundly defeated. After only a few months, it appeared our fledgling attempt at democracy was on the precipice of collapse.

But that night, with the moon overhead, thousands of our soldiers silently climbed into ferries and flat-bottomed boats and escaped to Manhattan. The Continental Army survived to fight another day. Independence may have been declared in Philadelphia, but it was rescued in New York City. George Washington was the last to leave Brooklyn. As he waited at the river’s edge, the sun beginning its rise, he would have looked out over New York City’s waters and seen what so many have seen in the 250 years since — an opportunity to begin anew. Those opportunities — like everything in New York City — are not given. They are won.

In 1838, 11 years after New York outlawed slavery, a recently emancipated Black man by the name of James Weeks sought to begin anew as well — and to help hundreds of others do the same. He bought property in Brooklyn, won himself the right to vote, and sold lots to others newly freed. When they landed in New York Harbor, they knew they had something waiting for them that they had never had before: a home. Weeksville still stands today — a living, breathing testament to what we know America to be: a place each of us has the power to make.

The Harbor was busy those years, as ships poured in from around the world. Hundreds of thousands of Irish immigrants arrived with stomachs aching from a famine manufactured by imperial cruelty. Chinese sailors settled in what is today, Chinatown. Millions more traveled under the Statue of Liberty and through Ellis Island — Jewish people escaping pogroms, Italians fleeing poverty, Syrians seeking economic opportunity.

Each of these new arrivals peered through portholes onto a city that was changing as fast as the nation. They saw merchants peddling their wares on the docks, streets being laid out on a grid, buildings rising into the clouds. They could not yet see the nativism they would face — the jobs they would be refused, the landlords who would not rent to them, and the abject labor and living conditions they would withstand. But no matter how much smog hung over the harbor, they still saw an opportunity to begin anew.

Over the years that followed, despite laws enacted by the federal government to bar their entry, despite sweatshop fires that killed hundreds of women, despite riots aimed at their very existence, immigrants made homes here in New York City, and they helped to make New York City. That legacy of every generation of Americans insisting that the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness extends to them, too, is no relic of the past. It carried millions of Black Americans north during the Great Migration; it drew hundreds of thousands of Puerto Ricans to New York City after the Second World War;

it invited countless others from the West Indies, and South Asia, and West Africa, and across the world. And it is what brought my family to this city when I was seven years old.

My family did not arrive by boat, although we saw the Statue of Liberty from the window of the plane. Even from the air, we could make out the promise of America — the promise of the beautiful, patriotic work of rendering America, year after year, a little more faithful to its founding ideals. There is a term so often used to describe our nation and those who have shaped it: American exceptionalism. American exceptionalism, the conventional wisdom tells us, makes our freedom a little more free, is how we dug the Erie Canal and irrigated the West, is why children in faraway lands grow up dreaming of
one day moving here.

And yet the irony is that the story of America has so often been written by those who were told by others with power and influence and wealth that they were anything but exceptional. For generation after generation, we have been told that when the world has sent its people to our shores, it has not sent its best. It sent Puritans and Sikhs and Quakers and Muslims and Jewish people who were banished for praying the wrong way, worshipping the wrong Gods, angering the wrong people. It sent peasants and serfs from slums and shtetls who were treated as less because they hardly owned clothes, let alone land. It sent immigrants for whom power was something someone else had. We are told that America is exceptional because we are richer, stronger, more powerful than everyone else.

The truth, my friends, is that America is exceptional because here, nothing is fixed into place. The frontier may be closed, we may have walked on the moon, but the work of fulfilling the values first enshrined in the Declaration of Independence — that work endures, my friends, and it belongs to us all. It belongs too to our newest Americans, those standing here with me today, all of whom were recently naturalized. Nearly a decade ago, I too felt what you feel — the joy of no longer being just a New Yorker, but an American too. You each hold a special power. The power to determine what America means.

The powerful have always known their answer. America, in their view, is an arena of supremacy, where only a select few are allowed freedom, where not all are created equal. America, if you ask them, becomes less the more people it welcomes. America, they will tell you, belongs only to those with the right accent or the right shade of skin. The rest of us, they insist, should be grateful for merely being allowed to visit.

How small they are, how weak, how unoriginal. At every moment in our past, those who led through exclusion and isolation have tried to win power and enrich themselves by turning us against one another. Division is the oldest trick in politics, and the cheapest. But time and again — including 250 years ago — those forces of division have been vanquished by the forces of progress. As Thomas Paine once wrote, “this new world hath been the asylum for the persecuted lovers of civil and religious liberty [...] hither have they fled.” And yet today, too many of our leaders do not believe in a vision of this nation as an asylum for the persecuted — but rather as one that persecutes those seeking asylum. As we mark 250 years, what do we see?

We see a city of contradictions within a nation of contradictions. We see the wealthiest country in the history of the world — one where children go to sleep hungry while the world’s first trillionaire hungers for more. We see monopolies that dominate every industry and oligarchs who buy elections. We see masked agents terrorizing our streets, eating food cooked by our undocumented neighbors before spiriting them away in unmarked vans. We see a nation whose immense wealth has been built by those with calloused, dirt-streaked hands — those who toil on factory floors and chisel into stone — and we see a nation that has allowed so much of that wealth to be held instead in the soft hands of a precious few.

Yes, we see America in a health insurance industry that exploits the sick, but that is not all I see when we look for America. We see it too in the nurse who works a double shift and then stops on her way home to check on an ailing neighbor.

Yes, we see America in corporate landlords for whom negligence is a business model. We see it too in the father who tucks his children into bed beneath a ceiling stained with leaks, who wakes before dawn to go to work and still believes his country can do better by his family.

Yes, we see America when we spend our tax dollars on bombs and bailouts, when we sell our elections to the highest bidder. Yet we see it just as clearly in every American who still believes this country belongs to we, the people.

We see America each time neighbors link arms with neighbors — without asking how long they have lived here, or what papers they have — as ICE invades our neighborhoods.

We see America each time those young and old stand in the beating rain or the stifling heat to cast their ballots.

We see America each time working people demand more — not just for themselves, but for their fellow Americans.

There are some who respond to those who ask for more from America with a simple refrain: “Love it or leave it,” they say. But patriotism has never been about pretending our nation is without flaws. Patriotism is every act of righteous dissent, it is every march led under the heavy sun, it is every protest held a decade before its time. It is precisely because we love this nation that we will not leave it. After all, who loves America more than those who have sacrificed so much to make it free?

Today, I think not only of the Fourth of July — I think too of the ninth of July. Five days after the Declaration of Independence was signed, it arrived here in New York City. Redcoats had disembarked on Staten Island. More than a hundred British ships loomed just offshore. Across this city, the Continental Army prepared for an invasion. George Washington commanded his brigades to assemble just a few feet from this building. It was known then as the Commons — today, we call it City Hall Park.

There, within range of British guns, Washington ordered his generals to read the Declaration aloud. And with the world’s mightiest empire poised to attack, Washington told the people of New York City what we will celebrate tomorrow — that we had declared our independence. That freedom was within reach. That evening, danger loomed. Conflict was not a question but a certainty. And yet when those early New Yorkers marched toward the statue of King George III that stood in Bowling Green, a statue they would melt down into bullets for their young army, they walked in unison — grounded not in the pursuit of plunder, but in ideals that for the first time had a name: America.

Those ideals upon which our nation was built — they are strong enough to endure any authoritarian regime, but only if we reach for them. Ours is a nation working each day towards the perfection in which it was conceived. A nation striving each day to better itself. Therein lies the work of America — the striving, the bettering, the reaching towards perfection.

What a privilege each of us has, to live in a nation that every one of its inhabitants can shape. What a responsibility each of us possesses, to prove ourselves worthy of all those who came before. What power each of us holds, to bring America ever-closer to the greatness so many have seen when they looked upon these shores — the greatness that, for 250 years, has been America.

Thank you. God Bless America, God Bless New York City, and happy Fourth of July.

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PBS documentary about the British side of the story the American Revolution... 

https://www.pbs.org/about/about-pbs/blogs/news/lucy-worsley-investigates-the-american-revolution/

Historian Lucy Worsley Explores One of History’s Most Explosive Breakups and How the British Empire Lost the War for America’s Independence Against a Ragtag Band of Rebels

New Two-Part Series, Filmed on Both Sides of the Atlantic

ARLINGTON VA; February 18, 2026 – On the eve of America’s 250th anniversary, popular British historian Lucy Worsley investigates the sabotage, espionage, and unrest that led to the birth of a new nation. In 1776, 13 American colonies declared independence from one of the most powerful empires in the world, igniting a bloody eight-year war that claimed thousands of lives and ended in Britain’s humiliating defeat. But how did this historic rupture come to pass, and could it have been avoided? Over two episodes, Lucy delves deeper into the American Revolution by examining it from the British perspective, discovering the human drama, radical ideas, and political missteps behind this seismic split, and revealing how losing America changed Britain forever. Part of the PBS America @ 250 special programming lineup, LUCY WORSLEY INVESTIGATES: THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION premieres Tuesday, April 7 and 14, 2026, at 9:00 p.m. ET (check local listings) on PBS,PBS.org and the PBS app.

TRUMP MODELS INC: He Imported Illegal Alien Teenage Girls and Kept Them in Slave Like Conditions. Including Melania...

Teen models, powerful men and private dinners: when Trump hosted "Look of the Year"
In the early 90s, Donald Trump judged the world’s biggest modelling competition - since hit by allegations of abuse. This is how the people who were there remember it...
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2020/mar/14/teen-models-powerful-men-when-donald-trump-hosted-look-of-the-year

Donald Trump modeling agency 'encouraged models to work in US illegally'

Former models interviewed by Mother Jones said they were brought to the US on tourist visas and lived in dismal conditions
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/donald-trump-modeling-agency-illegal-work-visas-immigration-a7217246.html

Former Models for Donald Trump’s Agency Say They Violated Immigration Rules and Worked Illegally... “It’s like modern-day slavery.”

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/08/donald-trump-model-management-illegal-immigration/

Trump Model Management:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trump_Model_Management

Melania Trump was associated as a model with Trump Model Management before her marriage to Donald Trump.[11]

Trump's Lawyers Refuse to Say "He's Innocent." or "He Didn't Do It." - Instead, They are Going for LOOPHOLES... "He Can't get a Fair Trial in Manhattan." and "Statute of Limitations Has Run Out."

 That's because they KNOW Trump is Guilty... 

Trump lawyers blast DA Alvin Bragg's case, but legal experts say they'll regret it. Here's why...

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/2023/04/04/donald-trump-lawyers-blast-bragg/11598646002/

Trump Attorneys Tell Him to Prepare to Lose.
His team is telling him to "win it on appeal," arguing
without evidence that the former Republican president
can't get a fair trial in Manhattan...
https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-
features/trump-attorneys-prepare-lose-alvin-bragg-
1234701967/

Yes, New York’s five-year statute
of limitations for felonies can be
extended in some cases.

https://www.verifythis.com/article/news/verify/donald-trump/

new-york-statute-of-limitations-felonies-extended-trump-case/

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On FaceBorg: GB Said...

Last week, Trump promised his followers on his own 

social media site that, if he was arrested, "death and 

destruction" would follow but, unlike the January 6th 

insurrection at the US Capitol that he incited, when he 

showed up on Tuesday for his arraignment on 34 felony 

charges related to his hush money payments to adult 

film star Stormy Daniels in New York City, his 

supporters were outnumbered by counter-protestors 

(Even the Kluxxers and the no-Nazis didn't show up!) 

and they were both outnumbered by reporters coverin' 

it!
If this was the "spark" that Trumpers, Republicans 

and Faux News all thought was supposed to ignite 

a "new Civil War" in this country, Tuesday was a dud!

The Heroin from "The French Connection" was Stolen by the Police and Sold on the Streets of New York City... Classic War on Drugs FAIL... The Movie Failed to Tell the Entire Story...

 December 1972 — The police department discloses that around 200 pounds (91 kg) of heroin, much of it seized in the French Connection busts a decade earlier, has been stolen from evidence lockers over a period of several months and replaced with cornstarch by someone who signed in under false names and nonexistent badge numbers. Several detectives were suspected of complicity in the thefts; in 2009 Brooklyn mobster Anthony Casso, serving 455 years in federal prison, intimated that he knew who had stolen the drugs.[34] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_in_New_York_City

https://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/22/nyregion/22french.html

The well-organized gang was responsible for distributing close to a million dollars worth of heroin up and down the East Coast of the United States during the early 1970s, which in turn led to a major New York Police Department (NYPD) corruption scheme. The scope and depth of this scheme are still not known, but officials suspect it involved corrupt NYPD officers who allowed Papa, Alessi, and Loria access to the NYPD property/evidence storage room, where hundreds of kilograms of heroin lay seized from the now-infamous French Connection bust, and from which the men would help themselves and replace missing heroin with flour and cornstarch to avoid detection.[11][12]

The substitution was discovered only when officers noticed insects eating all the bags of "heroin". By that point an estimated street value of approximately $70 million worth of heroin had already been taken. The racket was brought to light and arrests were made. Certain plotters received jail sentences, including Papa, who was later murdered in federal prison in Atlanta, Georgia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Connection

https://www.nytimes.com/1981/09/06/books/papa-s-game-by-gregory-wallance-309-pp-new-york-rawson-wade-publishers-1-4.95.html

I remember that We used to Ride Bicycles all over town when I was Growing up in Los Gatos.

 I remember Barry Hill and I raced down from the Novitiate... too fast and I Hit a short brick wall, flipped over the handlebars and Landed in a Bush on my Back with my toes still in the toe clips... Bent that front wheel and we had to buy a replacement at the Flea Market...  I also Rode to the Rosicrucian Museum... That's a long ride... Once Joe Franck and I tried to Ride to Big Sur but I quit before I got to Summit Road... He and his other Friends Made it... Amazing... My whole family rode on Freeway #280 on the Day before it opened... Smooth White Concrete for miles... thousands of other bikers... Bikes were a way to have freedom of motion at ZERO Cost. No Need to ask my parents to drive me anywhere because I could Just Ride... and tell them where I was Going... and sometimes I even arrived at the Declared Destination!


Years Later My First Wife and I Rode from New York City to Washington DC. It Took about 2 Months... We Traveled LESS than 50 miles a day. MANY Days we didn't travel at all... It was a Vacation and often we stayed by the pool at the Campgrounds... In Rural New Jersey and Maryland many farmers have private campgrounds to make some easy money... We Went from One to the Next and the Farmers would call ahead, make reservations with friends of theirs. Once they came looking for us because we had gotten lost and didn't arrive on time... Thanks! I remember that it was downhill for 60 miles to the Delaware River... We Rode as fast as the Cars that were passing us... Maybe 50 MPH... and then... 60 miles uphill... 

I posted this on my Facebook Group... "Things I Remember Growing up in Los Gatos" and my Neighbor Victor Koman posted something... That reminded me of Driving my Dad around during his last year of life... We went Down Highway #9 towards Saratoga and Turned Left at The Library... Drove to the TOP of the Mountain and Visited a Subdivision Dad Built... Apollo Heights... On Orbit Road... There was Still an Empty Lot for Sale all these years later... You could Look Down on the Paul Masson Winery... see Moffett Field and Los Gatos... That subdivision was one of his greatest accomplishments... It was all just bare land when he started and the only way a Customer could visit their lot was by riding a Burro... He arranged for a road to be paved, electricity, water sewers... etc... I'm really glad we went... We had planned to Go to Vasona Park that Day but when the Park Ranger asked us to PAY ADMISSION... I refused...

The BIG U - a Seawall around Manhattan to keep rising water out. Climate Change causes increasing danger... The Ocean is Rising, coastal cities plan for flooding...

The Plan is to build a giant wall to keep the Ocean from flooding Manhattan... No action is planned for New Jersey, Queens The Bronx or Brooklyn...

Big U Seawall to protect NYC

In collaboration with New York City, The BIG U proposal was developed to protect Lower Manhattan from floodwater, storms, and other impacts of a changing climate. The BIG U calls for a  protective system around the low-lying topography of Manhattan beginning at West 57th Street, going down to The Battery, and then back up to East 42nd Street.
http://www.rebuildbydesign.org/our-work/all-proposals/winning-projects/big-u



Manhattan plans to build a massive $1 billion wall and park to guard against the next inevitable superstorm...
http://www.businessinsider.com/new-york-city-flooding-manhattan-coastal-barriers-2018-4

Detail of The Wall around Manhattan NYC