Your Trial With The Chicago 7
Pairing: Abbie Hoffman x Black!Fem!Reader
Fandom: The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)
Summary: You join the Chicago 7 in the protests that resulted in their famous trial. Abbie Hoffman makes his home by your side.
Warnings: CURSING, DRUGS, RACISM, SEXISM, !!VERY NEAR RAPE!!
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Author’s Note: Hello. This is my first story with a black reader. I am white, so I have been hesitant to define the reader’s race, let alone have them be black. However, I wanted to make the reader black in this story for two reasons. One, I have seen both here and on tiktok black people voicing their concern about the massive disproportion of white readers over black readers. I hope to help even that out, even if I’m only capable of helping a little bit. Two, I feel a black reader will fit well in this story, given it taking place during the 60s Civil Rights Movement and black people’s tremulous (to say the least) relationship with the police. There is also a possibility that this might get a sequel (if I feel like writing one). If I do end up writing it, I have ideas to make the reader’s race much more relevant to the story than it is in this part. If you are black, feel free to critique my take on a black reader in the comments. Please enjoy.
You met him on the first night of the festival. Abbot Hoffman. Abbie. He was in the middle of a group, speaking about the injustices of society and how foolish the United States President was for sending so many American citizens to Vietnam. You found an empty spot in the group and sat to listen to him.
A few moments after, Abbie caught your eye. He smirked and winked at you. Abbie went on talking.
About twenty minutes after that, Abbie told the small group, “Guys, it’s an honor to have all of you sitting here, listening to me, but I’m afraid that’s all I got for you tonight. Please, enjoy the rest of the festival. Go see the band up there, or go bother my friend Jerry. It seems he’s still going strong.”
Seeing that Hoffman was done speaking, you opened a book you had with you and started reading in the light of a nearby fire.
“Medgar Evers. A good man.” Abbie commented on the book you were reading, an autobiography of the first state field secretary of the NAACP in Mississippi. Abbie took a hit of the joint he was holding.
You nodded. “Yeah. I remember seeing on the news that they got him. I didn’t leave my room for a week. But I was only 16 then. People are dying too fast now for me to react. I haven’t responded like that to anything for a while now. Well, except for Dr. King...” you trailed off.
Abbie sighed heavily. “Yeah. He shouldn’t’ve gone, either.”
“...Do you want some water?” You offered your canteen and a change of subject. “I bet you were talking for a while.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. That’s why I stopped.” Abbie slightly tipped your canteen in your direction. “Thank you,” he nodded. He took a few gulps, then handed it back.
As you took a swig yourself, Abbie offered you his blunt. You shook your head. “I don’t smoke.”
His eyebrows raised and he smirked. “What the hell are you doing here if you don’t smoke.”
You giggled, “I like your ideas. For example, this war. Fuck this war.”
Hoffman smiled, too. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable with Tom Hayden’s people.”
“Eh, they’re too mild for my taste.”
You hummed. “Mhm. Plus, you’re here, aren’t you?”
That got Abbie to laugh. “I’m honored.”
Things went quiet between the two of you. Both you and Abbie were still smirking a little. There was definitely something there.
Then, someone yelled that the police were trying to arrest Tom Hayden.
“Speak of the devil,” Abbie chuckled.
“Why would they try and arrest Hayden?” you wondered, turning your head in the direction of the growing commotion.
“I don’t know,” Abbie’s puzzled voice replied. “Out of everyone here, I’d say Tom’s pretty low on their list.”
Turns out, Tom Hayden got arrested by the police for a semi-legitimate reason. He let the air out of a police officer’s tire. You and Abbie later found out that he did it because the owners of the car were following Rennie Davis, who was one of Hayden’s friends. However, both you and Abbie knew Tom’s valid reasoning mattered nothing to the cops.
The next day, you went with Abbie (and a few hundred other people) to bail Hayden out. Someone in the crowd was nice enough to let you up on his shoulders. You held up an American flag, too, just in case anyone forgot which justice system stood behind the pigs responsible for such a clearly targeted arrest.
Some time into the march to bail out Tom, a couple frat boys started harassing you to put the flag down. Of course, they started calling you every racist and sexist name in the book.
You didn’t respond to them, though. You kept your gaze straight ahead. You saw Abbie’s friend of Jerry turn around. It looked like he wanted to say something to the frat boys, but you knew that would’ve been pointless. Abbie held him back. You were grateful that Abbie agreed with you, but then he glanced at you too. He was silently asking if you were okay. You knew that if you said the word, those frat boys would have more to deal with than Jerry. You nodded, wordlessly assuring Abbie that you could take it.
Everyone made a left on 11th street. Cops were lined up as far as the eye could see. Thankfully, after a bit of arguing amongst the leaders, they started to tell everyone to go left on Roosevelt and head back to the park. Abbie and Rennie Davis, who was Tom Hayden’s friend were staying to post Tom’s bail.
Sadly however, there was more bad news. When the crowd got back to the park, the were even more police waiting there. Shit happens when you don’t give protestors a place to go.
Eventually, someone in the crowd shouted, “Take the hill!”
You were scared. You were so scared. Soon after the chaos started, you were ripped off your friend’s shoulders by the same frat boy douchebags from earlier. They threw you on the ground. You never thought you would have no immediate reaction to tear gas, but the fear that coursed through you when those boys started ripping off your clothes took control of all the senses you had.
Keep in mind, you only didn’t have any initial reaction to the tear gas. As soon as Jerry started attacking the guys attacking you, you started coughing from the chemicals. It only got worse from there. It felt like your entire respiratory system was on fire by the time Jerry got you on your feet. Almost immediately after that, you were knocked back down to the ground by a blow to the back of your head. You weren’t even hurting anyone. Your eyes weren’t even open. The police still had you on the ground, and they were still beating you with their batons and calling you primarily racist slurs.
Somehow you were still conscious, and you heard Jerry defending you. “She didn’t do anything wrong! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I was stopping her from getting raped!”
The cops stopped beating you. You had a feeling it was more about them getting tired of beating you and getting distracted than it was about them having any sort of a heart.
Somewhere, you heard Jerry’s voice again. “Okay Y/n, they’re detaining me so just keep your head down--”
“Shut the hell up,” one of the officers tried to interrupt.
“--Just keep your head down, and get out of the way of all of this. We’ll find you,” Jerry finished, almost entirely unaffected by the police pulling him away.
While keeping your eyes closed from the tear gas, you tried stumbling your way out of the park. Eventually, some medic lead you to an ambulance where you got patched up.
You found your way back to Abbie some time later. He and a newly bailed out Tom Hayden argued for a bit, and at some point, Rennie asked Jerry how he was able to get bailed out so fast.
“I wasn’t arrested, I was detained,” Jerry answered, “They couldn’t figure out what to charge me with.”
David Dellinger, the leader of the Mobilization to End the War in Vietnam, and frankly a very stand-up guy, bluntly offered a possible charge. “Assault.”
“The only people he was assaulting were the guys trying to rape me,” you responded without thinking. You shivered when you said that word. You wanted to disappear into yourself from hearing it. “And he saw those pigs beating me to the ground for no other reason than the fact that I am black, so they probably didn’t want Jerry pissed off and telling the story to anybody who would listen.”
An uncomfortable silence settled over the group.
“Who said I’m not still gonna do that?” Jerry mumbled under his breath.
Abbie walked over to where you were practically tucked into Jerry’s side. “Are you alright?” He asked in such a sincere tone that it actually made your heart flutter.
You must’ve looked like an absolute mess. There was still dried blood on your face and in your hair, even though there was some gauze wrapped around your head from where the police had first hit you. But the medics did say you were fine before sending you away. Then again, they had a lot of other people to deal with, so they could’ve overlooked you. You decided to go for the easy answer and tell Abbie that you were okay, even with those frat boys’ faces appearing on your eyelids every time you blinked.
Tom and Abbie argued a little more, then Abbie took your hand and pulled you to your feet. He took you to an ER and didn’t leave the nurses alone until you got properly checked out.
Interestingly enough, Abbie was glued to your side at all times after that.
The real hell didn’t freeze over until a couple days later, the last day of the Democratic National Convention. The leaders of the anti-war groups were on stage in the park. You were backstage with Abbie because again, he wouldn’t leave your side.
You found out later that it started with a kid climbing a poll. The police went after him, Rennie defended him, and Rennie got his head bashed in by the police. You didn’t see any of that. All you saw was Tom going up to the mic and yelling, among other things, “If blood is gonna flow, let it flow all over the city!”
It was war trying to get out of the park, but you went with Abbie and some others to a foot bridge that would lead to where the DNC was being held. An army was waiting there for any protestors. Some people in the crowd threw glass bottles at the police. The police fought back with even more violence. Nobody would stop.
Abbie took your hand in his and urged, “Come on, we can still get to the convention.” He pulled you in the opposite direction.
Eventually, you, Abbie, Jerry, Tom, and 11 others found a footbridge that was unguarded. You all started to make your way to a bar called the Haymarket Tavern. It was a political hotspot. Your group made it in front of the picture window at the bar when you were all cornered by the police.
You thought you were just going to be arrested, but the cops started to take off their badges and nametags. That is something you never want to see a cop do. A chill rolled through you that did not feel unlike the fear you felt when you were ripped off your friend’s shoulders at the march.
Abbie subtly took your hand in his again, and for a second you wondered where you would be if the world was normal.
You heard glass shattering before you felt it pierce your skin. You could have sworn you felt Abbie’s arms around you on the floor of the Haymarket before you could even feel any pain. He was already inspecting you for injuries.
“Are you okay?” he asked again later. You and Abbie were both handcuffed, and still at the tavern.
“Eh,” you shrugged, and tiredly replied, “I’ll be fine.” You laid your head on his shoulder.
Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Abbie give a bittersweet smile. He kissed your forehead, and leaned on you. “So will I, sweetheart,” he informed.
As the adventurous few days you’d had finally hit you, you fell asleep on Abbie’s shoulder, exhausted. You stayed asleep for a few minutes before being brusquely woken up and taken away by the police.
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