A protester handed President Barack Obama a note while shaking hands along a rope line in New Hampshire today. #ows AP photographer Charlie Dharapak smartly zoomed in so you can read the note for yourself.
Here is the zoom-out.
“In España, we can sit wherever we want. Unless we get bombed by warplanes. But that hasn’t happened since 1937AUAUAUAAUAAAHAHHHHFGGGHHGHGHHHHHHHHH”
good:
Occupy Chill (via LATimes)
(via motherjones)
and when the dust settles and the world is hopefully a little bit better do you really want to look back on it and say “Boy, I’m sure glad I complained about the traffic.”?
-Joe
Occupy Wall Street Projects Msg Onto Verizon Building
(via pieceinthepuzzlehumanity)
Two Wall Streeters apparently forgot their jobs were saved by taxpayers, like many of these protesters.
H/T Justin Elliot
The Kickstarter funded n+1 Occupy! gazette arrived yesterday in the mail. Cool!
You can download the free PDF version here.
And that’s how I—a mealy-mouthed moderate visiting Occupy Oakland reluctantly, and for the very first time—was not only welcomed but spoke, was listened to, and was heard. I’ll note here that the proposal passed, unamended, and the planning committees are open to anyone who wishes to be involved. The debate continues, and you can participate as much as you want to. After three decades as an American citizen and years of leaving messages for my representative, only last night, speaking into the human microphone, did I feel for the first time that my political participation could matter.
The best answer I can muster for the question of what an engaged citizen tired of being a spectator can do is this: try the ordinary channels and try being one of the 99%. It is not perfect. Nothing is. But there is room for more than your vote or your money: there is room for you, your body and your brain. It offers something our political system (increasingly peopled as it is by disembodied, bodiless, shadowless “corporate” persons) doesn’t. It’s this: talk into the human microphone, and your voice doesn’t disappear. It’s amplified. Talk, and you stand a chance of leaving, not a mark—nothing quite so permanent—but a chalk outline of a shadow that shows that you, too, were once here.
