Category: Politics

I love Occupy.
Along with thousands of others I was in Union Square on Thursday afternoon. There I was struck by the minimalism of the sentiment expressed by the sign shown at the top (and also the color, of course), and I snapped a picture of it before it was clear to me that it was only a part of the message. When the marcher passed I got the other side; it wasn’t until I was home that I read the smaller lettering at the bottom.



But a really smart demonstration, one with even the faintest smell of revolution, is just not complete without a sign in French.



The text is from a longer slogan, “On ne revendiquera rien, on ne demandera rien. On prendra, on occupera” (We will beg for nothing. We will ask for nothing. We will take, we will occupy). It made its first appearance during the May 1968 student protests in France.
I think it’s safe to assume that the fact that I was in the midst of a huge crowd of ebullient NYU students had something to do with the erudition displayed on both placards – and maybe with the colors as well.

the scary warning-light trailer parked on lower Broadway at the edge of Liberty Park almost says it all

I rushed downtown on Tuesday afternoon when I learned via Twitter that at around 3 o’clock the New York State Supreme Court was expected to announce its verdict on whether, or how, Occupy Wall Street would be able to resume its occupation of Liberty Park. It had been unliberated by the NYPD barely 12 hours earlier.
I needn’t have hurried, for it was more than two hours later that the decision was finally announced. At about that same moment I was on my way back home in order to fulfill at least two obligations almost totally unrelated to what has absorbed almost all of my attention for more than two months.
In the interim I managed to snap these photographs. This is what democracy looks like, although there are also some sad representations of the police state we haven’t yet quashed.
Meanwhile, today (Thursday) is going to be very big, all around the country.



Liberty Park inside out, “un-liberated” for approximately 16 hours


torture bracelets by the score


anybody see a terrorist around here?


he carried the pillow as a protective cushion (cops have rammed billy clubs into stomachs)


and copters too (I couldn’t see the markings); three here, but I spotted six right away

Continue reading “NYPD occupies Liberty Park for 16 hours”

this too is what democracy looks like

It’s beginning to feel like I’m stalking Glenn Greenwald. I was in DUMBO Sunday night at Powerhouse Books hoping to hear he and Matt Taibbi speak. Matt was there, and he was terrific, but it was announced that Glenn had had to cancel the appearance to check out a heart irregularity. I did buy his new book.
While Greenwald’s “With Liberty and Justice for Some: How the Law Is Used to Destroy Equality and Protect the Powerful” has just now been published, and was completed before #OccupyWallStreet began, it’s argument, expressed within the title itself, is fundamental to understanding both the origin of the protests and their growing strength.
Glenn was also scheduled to talk with people from Occupy Wall Street on Monday evening, and that morning he had tweeted that he was sorry for all the medical drama and “Everything’s great now,” so I headed downtown to the venue, the atrium at 60 Wall Street. Soon after I arrived I learned that he had extended his apologies that he could not be there that night. I hope he gets some deserved rest, and is soon back in good form.
UPDATE: Greenwald has resumed tweeting.
I lingered for a while before going home. While I talked to people I gathered that there was agreement that the crowd that evening was somewhat larger than usual, perhaps partly in expectation of a respected visitor.
The dry, warm, well-lighted atrium [and Wi-Fi too?] became an unofficial annex to Liberty Park over the last few weeks, especially as the population of the original camp zoomed.
As far as the real estate itself is concerned, the 60 Wall “atrium” is one of those weird New York City public/private spaces. While I was both living and working at the tip of Manhattan in the mid-80’s, and as I watched their huge, silly and graceless post-modern tower headquarters going up I wondered what J.P. Morgan was going to do with what looked like way too much lobby space. Then, in the incestuous pattern of bank holdings which has become all-too-familiar over the last decades, its ownership moved from Morgan to Morgan Chase, to Deutsche Bank and then to something called “Paramount Group Inc.”. But for over 20 years the four-story atrium “park” with its waterfalls, seating areas and palm trees remained underutilized even during the neighborhood’s “banking hours”, and it looked completely dead by 6 o’clock. I had never actually used it myself, and I don’t think I had even entered the space before this fall.
When I arrived there last night it was definitely being put to use. There were different-sized groups of all sorts of people in conversations or more formal meetings; a few individuals were sitting at computers, and there were several film crews recording and interviewing in different parts of the atrium. Almost everyone appeared to be associated with Occupy. I did spot one tired-looking middle-aged man – probably not #Occupy – finishing a sandwich while sitting at one of the tables; a year ago he might have been the only warm body in the place, outside of the guard or the attendant.
Last night I tweeted (thinking about their very different architectures) that, if Liberty Park was Occupy NYC’s messy 19th-century New York, 60 Wall Street was its 20th-century L.A. I should have added that it’s an L.A. as free of commercial advertising as the park itself, and that there is at least one more divergence from the common image of Southern California: The atrium is a microcosm.
The two Downtown locations are both in fact Los Angeles and New York City as real urban spaces, whose interactions are face-to-face. See Joanne McNeill’s essay “Occupy the Internet” first published in n+1‘s Occupy! An OWS-Inspired Gazette

The occupation is a gesture against the isolating experience of the screen-mediated online world. A need to experience the world for one’s self, to communicate with more than text. So many email threads and conversations over SMS go on, ceaselessly, over points that can be made instantly face-to-face. The “human mic” is not so tedious in comparison.

occupiers, media people, and passersby, together with one unidentified blond-haired, spiffy guy in a pin-stripe suit (perhaps, although improbably, representing the NYPD), quickly surrounded police and firemen on Friday afternoon; the combined city units were shutting down a food vendor on what appeared to be specious cause; the vendor is known to the community and has been sympathetic to its needs

On Friday afternoon I visited the occupiers in Liberty Square. I stayed for a few hours, talking to friends and strangers, and I came back with the images in this annotated photo album.
Incidentally, on Friday night Occupy Wall Street tweeted: “The man who changed Tunisia’s history was a street vendor. Police seized his goods”. The tweet included this link for the story of the origin of the movement which is now being called “Occupy”.

LINKS:

• Ocupy Wall Street
• performance of Stravinsky’s “L’Histoire”
• The People’s Library
• Urban Justice Street Vendor Project

the head of the march as it arrived at 34th Street, confronted by the NYPD

The NYPD: Incompetent, malicious, following orders, or all three?

We had to go to Times Square yesterday afternoon to be a part of Occupy Wall Street’s assembly on the October 15th “Global Day Of Action”, but we were unable to start all the way downtown as many others did. As it happened, we arrived at 6th Avenue and 34th Street a few minutes before the vanguard of what I believe was the main march coming from the south.
We joined the throng, and along with thousands of other people of all ages and stations, snaked our way along some narrow, treacherous sidewalks, ending up on the west side of the block of Broadway between 42nd and 43rd Streets. The passage was impeded, first by the metal police barriers whose feet splayed into the path of feet temporarily neglected by eyes being used to avoid bumping into people, but also by sidewalk furniture of every kind, construction canopies, concrete repair areas, and hundreds of surprised tourists and other pedestrians.
In spite of our numbers we were forcibly squeezed into spaces designated by metal barriers and lines of moving police scooters on either side of the vehicle roadway. This was the order of our Constitutionally-renegade constabulary, ever heedless of the rights of assembly and speech, yet pathologically-obsessed with defending the rights of New York’s privileged motor vehicle traffic.
I’ve been in both “permitted” and “un-permitted” marches in New York City for 25 years, and I don’t recall any where we were forced to stay on the sidewalk once large numbers had been massed.
I find it embarrassing both as an American, a New Yorker, and a rights activist to report that the march was confined to sidewalks for its entire length, but that was only the beginning: The confinement continued even after the marchers had reached (or tried to reach) their destination, Times Square itself. Everyone was pressed behind barricades or forced into pens set up at the discretion of units of the NYPD – to protect themselves from us, but also to demonstrate that they could control our ability to assemble in civil society as effectively as they could control our movements.
Unfortunately the NYPD’s jealous possession of another instrument for controlling both speech and assembly has escaped the notice of too many of those whose rights they routinely trample. The human microphone is a wondrous thing, but it had to be invented because in New York the police, in addition to their monopoly of the freedom of assembly, have a monopoly on the freedom of expression represented by the electric megaphone and the microphone.
Even while walking up Broadway we were in touch through Twitter with some of those who were closer to Times Square itself and what we were hearing didn’t reassure us that we would be safe from police incompetence, rage, or their moves to deliberately provoke violence. That, plus the police brutality we’ve seen directed toward Occupy Wall Street over the past month, kept up from trying to move further north, or in fact remain standing in any place where we might not be able to easily escape.
These images are therefore pretty unexciting, but they may provide a little context for what happened on and around 46th Street yesterday evening.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past when I could join a protest and not fear I would be arrested, unless it was my intention to be arrested. In those days I could and would encourage anyone I knew to do the same, also with the totally reasonable expectation they would not be arrested – and certainly not be badly beaten. But today’s NYPD is a very vicious agency. It’s also a loose cannon; there is absolutely no way to predict what the cops will do at any moment.
We’ve also seen that at every level they are safe from being held accountable, even for the most horrible offense.
But with particular respect to what they are doing vis-�-vis this movement, we have to remember that cops take orders; More than ever before we should be asking who’s giving those orders.

Continue reading “Occupy Wall Street goes to Times Square – sorta”

early review of Occupy Wall Street: Times Square, spotted within its cast of thousands

Today in Times Square, elsewhere in the city, and all around the world, it became clear that the popular protest phenomenon known as Occupy Wall Street was no longer being ignored.
This is true even if our absurd-Right’s in-house propaganda machine, Fox-excuse-the-expression-News, still insists on pretending it doesn’t see anything.

The sign was taped onto a post at the edge of the throng which filled the Occupy Wall Street encampment at Liberty Park this evening.
What a difference a thousand days can make.

Supporters of Occupy Wall Street [OWS; Twitter #OWS], including unions, community groups and students, arranged for a “permitted” assembly in Foley Square on Wednesday to be followed by a “permitted” march to Liberty Park. Meanwhile at Liberty Park itself the people who were a part of or identified with Occupy Wall Street were to assemble around 3 o’clock in the no-longer-quite-so-small village which has sprung up in the former Zuccotti Park and then march north to join them at 4:30 in the huge courthouse square. That march did not have a permit, and no application had been made for one. In the absurd, antidemocratic mind of the New York City Police Department it was “illegal” to go uptown, but “legal” to come back, or so it would have seemed until that evening.
The crowd was extraordinarily diverse, high-spirited, and intense in its focus on resistance to the preposterous structure of greed and corruption which has wiped out the U.S. economy and any remaining vestiges of responsible government – at any level. The day proceded without incident until some 15,000 protesters arrived in the Wall Street area. Liberty Park and the surrounding streets were unable to contain the numbers, and when some of the marchers attempted to walk east from Broadway down Wall Street itself, a police brawl erupted, with white-shirted officers once again leading the assault with batons and mace. This time at least one NYPD “suit” also got into the act.
There were 28 arrests, and I think it’s safe to say that none of them were bankers or politicians.
Since I had left the site by 7pm, this photo essay is able to document only the happier part of the day, before the NYPD’s fetish for protecting the streets of New York from its people had shown its ugliest side.
For the record however, Wall Street and the blocks on Broad Street near the Stock Exchange have been closed to vehicle traffic since 9/11, and, subject to the whim of the NYPD, suspicious pedestrians as well. Stagy vehicle barriers ensure the safety of the bankers and brokers from truck bombs, but to combat the threat to the monied sort posed by the protesters of Occupy Wall Street the police had to unsheathe batons and mace.
Don’t the cops know that getting to Wall Street is an American dream?

The first two pictures in the series below show the march the NYPD had not permitted going up Broadway while confined to a sidewalk whose width, already reduced by “street furniture”, was further diminished by layers of redundant steel police barricades whose footings presented a tripping hazard to people crushed together and unable to see where they were walking. The portion of the road normally reserved for several lanes of vehicles had been narrowed to one, the remainder taken over by stationary police cars and vans, police scooters, and police pedestrians, all elements as unnecessary as they were expensive.
The other images, which until near the end are of the Occupy Wall Street marchers, speak for themselves.

Continue reading “Occupy Wall Street day 19: many friends arrive”

This post presents a very brief tour of the #OccupyWallStreet compound in Liberty Park, in the form of a photo essay, on day 18 of the occupation.


reception/information


media center


celebrity care


first aid station


cafeteria


lockers


performance space


reading room


showers