Occupy Wall Street Revisited
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Over the past month, we have watched police units across the country arrest hundreds of the Occupy movement protestors. Some of the crackdowns have been harmless, many have been brutal, but all have, at least for the moment, unofficially ended the protests’ mainstream traction. The 99% may still be attempting to rally in new locales, but its failures, like the recent one in LA, have been somewhat awkwardly relegated to small text sidebar fodder. Indeed, the cable news channels, influential blogs, and daily newspapers (serious and tabloid) are now fully committed to parsing out clowns from contenders in the Cain-Bachmann-Perry-Romney-Gingrich survival game. Great! Can’t wait!
And what of Zuccotti Park? Ever since November 17th’s ridiculously metaphorical Brooklyn Bridge exodus, the original gathering point for pissed off, jobless Americans hasn’t just looked empty, it’s felt empty, like an historic battleground now at the mercy of tourists (and Third Eye Blind). So, as winter approaches, we look back to the early days of Occupy Wall Street, when playing bongo drums and going topless in Lower Manhattan were, compared to what one could get away with down there, merely sideshow entertainments.