Nonfiction | June 01, 1989

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Ambrose: I met Fransisco Ponce on Rue St. Andre des Arts, a street leading into Place St. Michel, on the Left Bank. There were sporadic riots all through that summer, especially in the area of Boulevard St. Michel. The Companie Republicaine de la Securite, the CRS, the French riot polics, were cruising around. They were rough guys, guys that came out of prison. Brutal types. There were rapes of students and killings of factory workers.

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