Luca Rozany (G.N. MIller/NY Post)
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Readin’, writin’ — and revolution!
Some hippie families are toting kids to the wild Occupy Wall Street protests — including one 13-year-old boy who carries a stack of quarters in case he has to make a jailhouse phone call and a homemade solution that washes pepper spray from the eyes.
“The people I ended up sleeping next to were druggies. Someone was trying to put a cigarette out on my face, and I had to roll over,” said the teen, Luca Rozany, who arrived at Zucotti Park after riding 12 hours with his grandfather and best childhood pal from their home in Asheville, NC.
The boy said they thought about leaving — but because of the cops, not the junkies.
Luca showed off his arm, where a friend’s cellphone number and a Legal Aid number — in case he needs a a lawyer — were scrawled with permanent marker.
“He’s learning life lessons,’’ said his grandfather, 73, who goes by the name Weezel.
“His mother is an activist; his grandparents are activists. His grandmother has been arrested many times. He’s well equipped to deal with this.”
The elderly protester drove Luca and Mikah Peneghar, also 13, in a pickup loaded with produce donated by farmers near Asheville, where Luca’s mom runs a vegan restaurant.
Luca’s mom regularly goes to protests and other activist activities with her family, Weezel said, including to a months-long stint in Nicaragua last winter to teach the kids about hardship.
“My mom thought we were becoming typical middle-class, spoiled children,” Luca said. “We went down there to get a culture shock.”
Abe Karl-Gruswitz, 34, of Essex County in New Jersey, and his daughter, Beatrice, 6, also stayed overnight at the park Saturday.
“She was the one who wanted to do it,” Karl-Gruswitz said. “She knew what was going on here. It’s like a big party.”
Stay-at-home dad Karl-Gruswitz, whose wife’s accounting job brings home the bacon, doesn’t fear for his daughter — but said if he did, ”it wouldn’t be the people I’d be concerned about; it’d be the police.”
Beatrice, with a cute brown bob and a toothy grin, had no complaints about her time on the sidewalk — except that “it was hard to get to sleep because my dad was talking too much.”