ATLANTA — Carrying backpacks and bedrolls, a group arrived at a forest just outside Atlanta one balmy March afternoon. At the edge of a thicket of loblolly pines, they stepped over a concrete slab decorated with a mural of a police car, overturned and aflame.
They passed a folding table spread with flyers listing numbers for legal help in case of arrest, and instructions for writing to fellow activists jailed on domestic terrorism charges.
"THIS IS NOT A LOCAL STRUGGLE," one flyer said. "Every day that passes, the police are hurting and killing people; meanwhile, the planet burns."
