Reader Bruce Fancher writes to tell us of his visit to Zuccotti Sunday:

I was taking pictures when a muscular young man told me to stop. I don’t like to be told what to do so I answered something along the lines of, “C’mon, it’s a public park.” Apparently, he didn’t care to discuss it further, so took a swing at me and took off. I quickly ran over to a police officer about 25 feet away and, with blood streaming out of my nose described the suspect and pointed out where he was.

The cop was sympathetic, but in the way that he might be sympathetic if I told him that it was going to rain tomorrow and I’d been planning a picnic. That’s a shame, but what could he be expected to do about it? He called an ambulance for me and supposedly filed a police report, but I doubt anything will ever come of it, as the cops I spoke with didn’t seem to be particularly interested in finding the suspect. As one of them told me after I was treated by the EMTs, “Sorry about this, but if I went into the park it would start a riot.” The young woman EMT who treated me told me that this was the fourteenth time that she had personally been down there because of an assault.