At 12:05 P.M., a group (huge) of construction workers marched down Wall Street towards the demonstrators. There were altogether about 650 helmeted workers. Then when the workers on Broad Street saw the workers on Wall Street they tried to break the police line. At first they were held back for about thirty seconds, then they went through on a rampage without any restraint from the police. All of a sudden, everyone started running down Wall Street (peace demonstrators) towards William Street. All this time I was standing on the steps of the Sub Treasury building in front of a rope that stretched across, and in front of a line of helmeted police.
The construction workers from Broad Street who were carrying big American flags stormed the statue and I was bewildered. I turned around and looked at the policeman in back of me. It was a look that said, "Help, please protect me. Please God." He then said, "Come on you kids, get out of here. Get out of here. Let them up."
Then with both of his hands, he pushed me and if there weren't people in front of me, I would have fallen down the steps. He then pushed me again. I clung to my atache case for my life. I raised it so as to hide my peace button and the black arm band on my sleeve and the two buttons on my coat. Then I saw them come up the steps and in the process two young girls, about fifteen and ten years old (they looked like they were sisters and they clung to each others' hands) were stepped on and knocked down and stepped on. I was afraid to run. I was in a state of bewilderment. I walked down the stairs and walked up Wall Street towards Broadway.
As I walked under the statue on Wall Street, a policeman looked at the construction workers and sympathizers and began to grin. It made me mad. How could he grin at a time like this. Businessmen in the street were cheering the construction workers who had liberated the statue with the American flag.