If it is six in the am again, this had better be important. I hate it when my tent shakes. Especially after the NDAA protest. I know it is before I open my eyes, and this had better not be another damned rumor we’ve been woken up for 3 times already.
“McPherson is being raided”
“Bullshit we’ve heard that one before!!”
“This is not a test, McPherson is really being raided this time!!! We might be next”
Out of my tent, force my boots on, eyes open, and head to the media tent to again steal some WiFi from the 1%. Eh, gotta do what I gotta do eh?
Livestreaming, and yup, everything is there. It is a smaller camp by this point, and i’m nervously wondering, do I stay or do I go? Jeez, there’s about 2 riot cops for every occupier. That’s overkill. The occupiers at this point can barely lift a backpack, let alone do any real damage. Some of them still have spirit. Some of them still have some power.
The Tent of Dreams. Something to be protected, to be saved, and something not to be given up easily. Well, somehow, the riot cops always get their way, and so goes The Tent of Dreams. It still lives on in the hearts, minds and spirit of all the occupiers. The Tent of Dreams is too beautiful a concept and too beautiful of an image to let go that easy, and yes there was a fight, but I couldn’t see as much of it as I had wanted through the screen.
Waiting, waiting…. There is supposed to be some kind of Unity General Assembly at Lafeyette Park, in front of the White House. At noon. Ok, that probably isn’t happening, but, grab a notebook and pen head over to the White House.
Nerves shaking… and that stench!!! What the hell??? Ten horse trailers in front of the White House, and the stench of horseshit completely permeates the air around the park and the home of President Barakabushlite. Makes sense, after he signed away the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Amendments while on vacation in Hawaii, on New Years Eve of all times.
Come to an Answer Coalition protest against any War in Iran, who also are chanting for the occupiers as well. Good for them. But that’s not the story here.
What is going on at McPherson. That’s more important.
Got to Sixteenth and H. Encounter a horrible confusing maze of police tape. McPherson is given a police protected one block perimeter. Well, if there is some kind of raid, I start going through the tape, and facing arrest, I approach the DC Metro Police. That wasn’t smart.
“You in the flag, turn around”
Ok, maybe I should have left the flag cape at home. Oops. I take 2 more steps. These cops have been up since six am. Both of us are tired. I’m somewhat emboldened by the spirit of the day.
“You in the flag, turn AROUND”
Heard loud and clear, wondering what is going on. Depressed, I walk back through Lafayette Park and by the White House, back to Freedom Plaza, wondering what the next day holds.
I think I need to chill. I’m exhausted, sick, stressed out, and just need to get away for a bit. Recharge the batteries. Time to leave DC. Empty my tent and flee. Too many cops. Too much drama. Just too much. This isn’t a vacation. This is a full time job.