During the Mayday rally at Macarthur Park in Los Angeles, the LAPD surge into formation and cowardly shot on civilians as they fled a jovial community gathering. Just as a crowd of some 5,000 plus non-violent demonstrators enjoyed a day for observance of immigrant and labor rights with their families, several children ran up the hill away from the main stage at the rally in an attempt to catch a glimpse at a disturbance up towards Alvarado and 7th street. Suddenly, dozens of people began running into the park as shots of tear gas and rubber bullets flew behind them. As I ran to get a closer view, multiple black suits appeared wearing vests, headgear, and holding guns in order to protect themselves from consciousness. The terrorists had arrived in LA and they were prepared and organized for a full assault. The LAPD shot at the backs of individuals running in my direction then climbed around the tunnel which links the park together while others ran through in order to advance on the rally. They pushed the crowd to the sidewalks and made it to the grassy area as numerous motorcycle cops drove up and a helicopter circled overhead calling for the peaceful crowd to disperse without any given reason. The force lined up along the park efficiently and began to sweep down towards the audience. Several officers began firing on the crowd and shoved reporters to the floor as they Billy clubbed a young man waving an American flag. Aimless rubber bullets flew as fast as they were randomly and indiscriminately fired. An elderly man attempted to get out of their way but was unable to lift his bike. Three squad men surrounded him screaming at him to move. One picked up his bike and threw it into the grass telling him to leave it and "move in 5 seconds or I'll beat you with my stick!" I suppose that was his way of saying, 'I'm trying to protect you', kind of like the boyfriend that beats his girl for her own good. As I photographed the incident, they scolded me and continued to advance on the crowd. I began taking pictures of the empty stage and sand area which had been completely abandoned with the exception of a few photographers. As I took a photo inland, the same cop who assaulted the elderly man shot me in the stomach. Luckily, the round ricocheted of my arm and hit me in the gut. Others were not so lucky. The LAPD rushed the stage in one final victorious push but got caught in a retaliatory quagmire down 6th street as the once peaceful protestors became legitimately infuriated civilians. Young teens threw WMD water bottles in frustration as they splashed 10 feet away from the terror squadron, almost sprinkling on an officer's pants in frightening fashion. The police again began sweeping up 6th street towards Rampart, firing back on mostly children. As one kid revealed his wounds to a camera man and others were trying to interview with independent media outlets, the police ran at them and fired on them to prevent any such interaction from occurring. The kids created a garbage can blockade in the street out of fear and in resistance of the proceeding oppressors; while behind me; several undercover white-shirts swarmed an unarmed man, tackling him against a palm tree. Officers on the scene pointed their guns viciously at anyone who attempted to intervene on behalf of the beaten individual. By this point, the police had cornered the other side of the street and there was no place for anyone to run. These are simply a few actual events that occurred May 1st, 2007 in Los Angeles. Such actions are not uncommon, unbecoming, or unsurprising of the LAPD. After all, these are the same monsters that shoot colored children and deal cocaine.