Trinity Church Wall Street may be a nice place, but try waking up there. Not in the church, seems they have outside corporate interests that would prevent them from publicly helping anti corporate protesters. But the sidewalk outside, by the graveyard. Seems the proper place for a group that marches through Manhattan trying to make a better world. Thanks for thinking of that whole “casting out the money changers’ thing you bastards always preach. Hypocrite.
Not like the night before wasn’t a night of Chaos!!!!
But today is a new day. Wake up, drag our asses and our backpacks from Trinity Church to Foley Square. Due to the concept of occutime, we were not late. Occutime is however, a frustrating concept for those who are at least on time. Ten am event starts 1030. Event in question? Education and planning committees. Not my thing. AT ALL!
You guys have fun with that. I have other serious work to do. Article. Charging batteries for the livestream. Coffee. It’s been a rough night of sleeping on the streets on New York City, at a protest site with the damned Swine watching us and over us. Never a break from Badged Bacon.
Planning and education, for most of us who have been doing this for a year, is infuriating. We got this shit, and the plans never work out right. But, this is a new model of democracy. A new way of getting shit done.
Fuck that, the anarchists and the media don’t care. Oh wait, the Times and the like do, as they like to see us fail. Or at least report that we have. Until we fall apart. That’s why Occupy has a dedicated media team of people that follow and travel occupy for as much of a living as we can scrape by. Some maybe do better than others. But whatever, we are occupiers, and we take care of each other. That’s what we do. A horizontal movement where everyone head back to Lie has a job and something to say.
But fuck planning. From what I know from Mike Bloomberg’s thugs and swine, planning only can get you so far. Because those fuckers have it all figured out. At least according to them.
What do we know, so happy of what we want, we keep going,. The swine keep going on. Our Marches mean arrests. Our lives of freedom mean pain. This is not why we are here.
Tens or our brothers later, what the fuck is this. Another day where our voices mean nothing. Another day where the Swine kill us. Fuck the Swine. We March on. Fuck the swine. Fuck the swine.
ARIVE. There is nothing. What the fuck is this. The NYPD is just worse that a filth pen. We have rights.
There is no idea of realism. This is too surreal. Too weird.
The NYPD is nothing more than SWINE. Rights. These fucks don’t know rights, These sidewalks, crammed in to keep others safe, well fuck you. Know what an idea of safe is fuck you NYPD you can kiss our ass, you have no idea, just want to arrest us, you can only arrest an idea, and have nothing, another camera will kill your arrest, we are the the idea, so fuck you, NYPD, you are swine, so join us, join our cause, we are the ideal
You protect those that kill your pension, you understand, so join us NYPD, You are just swine!!! Lets celebrate! And
Fuck it, kill the beat.
It’s just a dance…
“A ANTI Capi Taa Lista A Anti Antica PITALISTA” And is Goes on and on and on… In The Streets On and on…. and on and on and…. on”
Then there was a dance, A Dance, Another Dance, a dance.
Are you Kidding…
Its my birthday
Go Fuck Yourself
New York Swine
Hi Its Our Birthday
Occupy Wall Street
What are these wall street white shirts doing following me like some kind of Terrorist
I’M A FUCKING JOURNALIST MAN!!! THE PROTESTORS ARE OVER THERE
Seriously, this prick has been giving me dirty looks for 10 fucking blocks
If you are going to arrest me, arrest me, but seriously, just doing my job, and I’m not interfering with yours.
Ugh, another blocked intersection. That was the point of the day, but hell, we wanted to do that. Chalk another victory handed to us by the Swine. This is way too easy. Thanks officer.
Back at Broadway. Back to Zuccotti. Interesting that every time we get back, we rally for another action, then we feel lost. Where is our original group? The cops are good at splitting us all up, but this is getting annoying. Sitting down finally, looking at this giant red cube and the “Tripod Fucking” attempt at art, I see some people I know from earlier in the day:
“What now? Where to from here, anyone know what’s going on?”
“I’m tired, hungry and thirsty, and protesting here is a mess. I miss DC” Said one of OccupyDC’s members.
Someone from NYC comes up to us “Big rally down bu the bull! Head down to Bowling Green!”
Looking down Broadway towards where the bull was, all I see are white shirts, protestors, and a lot of loud messages about sidewalks and streets. It just seems like confusion is the name of the game.
Roll another cigarette, chug the red bull, we head off to Bowling Green, hoping to not piss off anyone and enter the Swine’s injustice system.
Which was actually one of the easiest walks I’ve taken here so far.
“So we going to the bull or what? Gonna kick the bull in the nuts or what”, Thanks for the ideas Chino.
In front of the American Indian Museum there is a large rally. People from the Green Party, Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping, The Anarchist Alliance are all there giving speeches and pumping this crowd up.
“If you see a cop say ‘A COP!!!” screams a protestor, pointing at 2 no necked buzz cuts pushing obvious police issued bikes through the crowd. I actually thought that NYPD would have invested something in undercovers, but I was wrong. These are obviosly cops.
And a chorus of yelling and finger pointing ensues… these two undercovers disappear through the crowd and out the other side, knowing that we are a little smarter than they think.
Over to Bowling Green Park, where the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island are visible from the coast. Instead of the midday planning meetings, and a desire to get a way for a second, I leave that boredom to those who believe planning these things in detail works (were any of you here this morning? Plans + NYPD= CHAOS!!!) I walk to the coastline there and have a little prayer to Miss Liberty;
“We are working on it still hun. Right over here in the park we are still fighting, and will will always be fighting. We love you, and bless us if you can. We need all the help we can get not just for today, but all week, and all throughout this next year.”
I’d like to think she smiled, as the tourists, bewildered and sometimes angered by the motley group at the entrance to the park yelling and who knows what else, gave me evil looks or just rolled their eyes. Kinda wondering when something bad will happen to them, or something will happen to open their eyes to why we are here. Life is perfect for you now, but you might want to get some practice sleeping on the streets. Your day will come too.
Back to the park, and we are off to the march. March to where? Missed it, and ya gotta love those impromptu autonomous marches that just up and leave. I head back to Zuccotti,, meet some friends, and right now, we can think of only one thing. Nerves are shot. Sick of the leering glances by horny to arrest swine. This is just getting ugly. It’s not supposed to be us versus the cops. It’s supposed to be us versus Wall Street. It’s not Occupy the Jails. It’s Occupy Wall Street.
I’m going to occupy the bar. Food is needed. Beer is needed. A time to sit, reflect and rest. Just an hour away from the madness.
A time to sit and think, about what this is we are doing. Should we keep up these marches? Is it doing any good? It is our one year birthday party, and the only thing that has changed is that we don’t have tents? No we are only a year old. This still isn’t going to be as fast as getting a big mac. This will take longer than a year. We know what’s coming. We know how this works. They have stopped laughing at as. Some even know the joke is on them. We know we have nothing to lose. Right now the only way we are winning is we can still breathe, and we can still sleep. We will always dream. We will always be there. We just want justice and truth. We need a bigger sign.