White people think they can dance in the street and openly mock the police.

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Two hours after 2015 became official in New York City, a dance party popped up on the Lower East Side. A bicycle rigged with a mobile sound system provided beats while two dozen or so revelers boogied and partied on Ludlow Street, literally, as the middle of the street was treated like a dance floor.

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In an attempt to keep this “dance floor” motorist free, someone threw some trash bags into the street, blocking traffic. About twenty minutes later, the NYPD showed up. Cops immediately walked over to the DJ-cyclist and told him to kill the music. “Turn it off, demanded one uniformed officer. “Turn that shite off,” he repeated.

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That didn’t go over well with the crowd. “No justice, no peace. frick the police,” chanted one group of people as the atmosphere started to feel more like a protest. The officers then proceeded to clear the street, but it was quickly reoccupied as the defiant congregation adopted a simpler mantra and shouted: “frick the pigs. frick the pigs. frick the pigs…”

While documenting this spectacle, a woman who was dancing with her middle fingers outstretched to police lashed out. “Don’t fricking take pictures ****, that’s how people get arrested,” she snarled at me and then swatted my camera. She kept threatening to break my camera, so I quickly moved away from her. Things devolved from there.

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“All I want for Christmas are two dead pigs, two dead pigs,” sung one sad man with glasses and a goatee. He refused to move out of the street and was politely arrested.

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