The Portland, Oregon, Police Department tweeted a picture of some of the items that were allegedly thrown at them during protests.
A can of garbanzo beans.
A can of White Claw.
Two rocks and two ends of bottles.
And an apple with a bite taken out of it.
The tweet went somewhat viral with people tweeting back at the Portland PD, "Show us what you fire at people who don't have body armor."
Here's what they've been firing in Portland:
The Portland PD has been using flash-bang grenades and tear gas to disperse crowds and empty streets.
It's made streets look like this:
And this:
Here's a picture of a Portland protester who was hit with a flash-bang grenade:
And here's a video of flash-bang grenades going off, for anyone who doesn't know what they are:
Sven-Eric Jordt, a researcher at Duke University, told the New York Times he's worried that the use of tear gas could trigger a second wave of COVID-19 infections.
Tear gas is also literally considered a chemical weapon and is banned in war.
Not only have police officers been using tear gas and flash-bang grenades, but they've also been beating people with batons.
A journalist named Donovan Farley was beaten by Portland police after yelling at an officer to get his knee off of someone's neck.
Here's a detailed account of his ordeal:
Suddenly I heard a man shouting those words that by now should be so familiar to us all: "Officer! Officer! I can't breathe man!" I jogged about ten feet away to a scene of three cops with their knees on a man—and one, of course, had his knee on the man's neck. As the man sputtered and spit and gasped, I, for reasons that I'm sure are clear, shouted to get the fuck off his neck. This is the moment a fourth officer approached, reaching for his baton.
We exchanged the usual "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" and "I'm press!" with an added "Get off that fucking guy!" For this, I was absolutely crushed in the lower thigh by the cop's baton. Three inches lower and my knee explodes, but this sort of blow is to be expected. However as I turned to hobble-run away, he began swinging his baton at the back of my shoulder, neck and head area.