“Are you honestly going to try to stop me, little girl?” “Yes,” I said.

“I am.”

I gave him every chance.

I want that on the record as clearly as it is on the cameras.

Standing there with my hands open and visible, I told him plainly, in a level voice pitched to carry to the camera as much as to him: that he was being recorded, that he had been asked to leave, that he had no legal right to enter this property, and that he should turn around and go.

It was a clear, calm, complete warning, the kind that gives a reasonable man an exit.