Actor Jesse Archer says he was cutting through the large, empty main room of Grand Central Station on his way home from a party on Friday night with a friend when he did a cartwheel. Archer was then fined by a group of police for "disorderly conduct". As Archer returned to his friend after the citation, he says he uttered an expletive to him about the cops and was then tackled from behind:

The cops wrench my wrist back, handcuff me, and one of them has my head
and is pounding it into the cold hard cement. I was not resisting, I
was not fighting. I didn't even see them coming. They were simply going
to teach this faggot a lesson! While my brains are being dashed, all I
can think (besides, this shouldn't be happening!) was that this kind of
injury is exactly how Natasha Richardson died. And here's the thing
about having your arms behind your back and your head being smashed
repeatedly into the floor of Grand Central Station by the very people
who are supposed to protect you: the only thing you can try to do is
move your neck from side to side — so that the blunt force will cause
more trauma to your head, than to your face. I blacked out.

Next
thing I know I'm in a jail cell in my underwear. Why was I in my
underwear? Why wasn't I fingerprinted, booked, or charged? My clothes
are outside of this cell and I'm in there thinking if the cops can get
away with this, they could make me disappear into one of those CIA web
of prisons. I thought I was more in the Ukraine, than the USA. And
worse, if I were a black person? I'd probably have been shot.

Archer says he was released from jail at 3:30 in the morning with cuts and bruises on the side of his head: "I had two summons for disorderly conduct and a piece of paper saying I
needed hospital treatment but refused. I learn later that my friend
Stace was told by the cops to 'get lost, or you're going in too' when
he saw them take me down."