If you follow me on the Twitterz, you'll have noticed I've been tweeting and retweeting about the occupation of Wall Street by a group of young protestors. It's not enough, not yet, but it's about time. Ever since the big bank/big biz bail-out, followed by unconscionable fat bonuses for CEO's of said banks/businesses, I've been wondering where the protests were.
Yes, I've got a soap box, and I'm not afraid to use it.
The news from the front-lines, which you still won't find as a feature story on the major news networks, is that more people are coming, and they're not planning on leaving for months. The one failing is that there isn't a clear "call-to-action", but the general consensus is one of being fed up with corporate money being involved in government, from campaigns to elections to policy-making. This being at the core of the ever-widening income gap in this country. A chasm that is unsustainable, and now folks are showing up to say as much.
So, if you're inclined, start here. By inclined, I mean curious. If you're more inclined you'll find where you can donate or you'll get in the car or board a bus/plane/train and get there. I'm figuring out the logistics of getting there myself. So, you know, let me know if I'll see you.
I chose Lance's piece, Times Like These because even though it's nothing to do with revolution, it's about a rebel -- it captures a mood.
Helene stepped off the C Train in Hell’s Kitchen feeling nauseous. The late morning summer air was so thick, it inhibited any breeze. She put her hands on her thighs, feeling the five dollar bill in her left pocket. She had drunk earlier, for free. Helene walked into a corner bodega. She bought a plain bagel and a Coke.
She saw two pre-teen girls, one with long brown hair and attitude, strumming guitars. Helene approached.
“You girls rock. Can I play with you?”
Helene showed them how to use their fingers, change chords, and lose themselves in the moment.
It's how I imagine some of the interactions within the Wall Street encampment. Some stray walking by, getting curious, and sitting down to stay for a while. After that, who knows what magic will happen.
In solidarity, this week's word is:
For the regular word-nerd crew, feel free to use the word as you like. For anyone visiting from #occupywallstreet, #takewallstreet, if you're there at Liberty Park, or on your way, or back at home after a few rounds, this is a personal invitation to join the 100 Word Challenge and tell your story from the ground in 100 words.