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The following is a report from the Wall Street Occupation protest march which I am now on the train returning home from.

When I arrived at Zuccotti Park at approximately 12:15, the march which was just getting under way initially appeared to be small, marginal and unimportant. By describing it in this way, I do not mean to denigrate it. After all, I have spent a good part of my life attending small, marginal, and almost certainly unimportant events-namely concerts by obscure ensembles performing obscure "new" music, whatever that means these days. Of course, in these days of internet connectedness, events which attract only a few local participants can attract a national, or even world-wide audience of thousands. A concert in New York of the music of Lamonte Young or Milton Babbitt will almost certainly seem, and almost certainly is marginal, by any reasonable definition of the term. But invariably, scattered around the world there are a few pockets of admirers who will amplify the event into something which is, at least, in their minds of great importance. The same goes with #occupywallstreet. Numerous "tweets", blog postings, comments to blogs, reports of solidarity marches, busses arriving from Madison, St. Louis, etc. gave the impression that this event had the potential to attract large or at least respectable numbers.

The fact is that it did not. The original group, and I made several efforts to check this, was almost certainly less than 1000, which is to say that it filled about a half the length of a New York city block. Those who were at the Feb 15, 2003 demonstration will remember that the throng extended the entire length of 5th Avenue from 42 St. to 96th, across to and back down again on Second across to the United Nations and then back up again to 96th. That makes for something like 120 blocks or more crammed full with people-a crowd estimated at a million. This was almost certainly a factor of 500 smaller-an indication of where this movement needs to go to get the attention of Lloyd Blankfein, Jamie Dimon, and the other felons who are now our de facto rulers. More on that later.

When I describe the march as marginal, those familiar with protests of this general sort will know what I mean. Doug Henwood's report (http://lbo-news.com/2011/09/23/visiting-...) of his visit to Zuccatti Park (a.k.a. Liberty Plaza) nicely captured a static version of the basic outlines of the scene pretty well: a throng of college or post college radicals, whatever that means these days (not much, in my experience), with a few moth eaten contingents from the various Marxist sects still carrying the flag based on some more or less idiosyncratic passage in the Grundrisse, a few obvious psychotics best avoided, a few artsy lower east side types, though by now surely displaced to the outer boroughs. Of course, there were lots more: a few vaguely neurotic looking, aging academics like myself, a disarmingly pretty Asian girl with purple hair and her boyfriend, a few hip-hop enthuiasts, likely attracted by rapper Lupe Fiasco who had endorsed the march. In any case, this is what we had to work with. And as Donald Rumsfeld famously remarked, you protest with the marchers you have, not those you wish you had. And so I joined in somewhat skeptically though I was to become less so for several reasons which I'll describe in the following, along with some interspersed commentary and reflections.

First, as the march got close to its ultimate destination of Union Square, it seemed to pick up steam, its numbers increasing, the chants, while still mostly pedestrian, becoming more coherent and less obvious recyclings of decades old slogans which have become by now almost irrelevant. Most significantly, as the march progressed it would be infused with a lot more passion and legitimate anger. On this latter point, it needs to be observed that a double digit unemployment rate means that being college student or a recent grad is likely to be suffused with something in between misery, dread and stark terror of the future which likely awaits. And while this has becoming increasingly apparent to me among the students I teach, it was still more visible in the faces of more than a few of the protestors. This is not just the long term future of carbon induced planetary apocalypse which they will live to see-and which I, thankfully, will not. It is the immediate and midterm future of un- or at best underemployment at wages and working conditions reflecting the tight, employer-centric labor market. That means eking out an living through dead end internships, temporary office work will become the norm for all but a few of the chosen (read Ivy League) grads in the appropriate majors having the right connections. And while for a long time the Nietzschean devil-take-the-hindmost ethos of college students was unforgiving, viewing those unable to compete in the new economy as having only themselves to blame, it is now becoming apparent that the game is being played with a stacked deck. And so for the first time in a long time those in their teens and twenties have an immediate personal stake in that which they are protesting, and while the still dreadful legacy of sociology departments, "non hierarchical" discourse, diversity training and "anti-racism" remains evident in the rhetoric, slowly the smothering layer of academic abstraction and language games seems to be lifting from protest culture and what is revealed is a deep, festering and altogether righteous anger-what the Arabic speakers refer to by the word "hamas."

Secondly, it became increasingly clear that more that a few of the participants were willing to push the envelope of the protest in the direction of outright confrontation, and, more importantly, this seemed both justifiable and appropriate under the circumstances. I use these words advisedly, doing so based on the recognition that demonstrations have become choreographed rituals which have long since lost the capacity to demonstrate anything meaningful. And when I say choreographed it needs to be understood that those doing the choreographing are the police, under orders from higher ups who are well schooled in crowd management techniques designed to marginalize and blunt the effectiveness of protest.

Under the Giuliani and Bloomberg regimes the cold precision of the choreography imposed by the NYPD on protests rivals that of the Bolshoi under Balanchine: since the Feb 15th, 2003 and Republican National Convention protest, the authorities have made use of a highly effective combination of carrots and sticks. Quiet and non-violent-by which is meant non-disruptive protests under the terms set by the authorities are tolerated. However, those stepping out of line, those who insist that protests do what they are supposed to do, i.e. disrupt business as usual and impose a cost on those primarily benefitting from its operation, are dealt with considerable harshness.

The response of demonstrators over the past few years has been to capitulate to these imposed conditions and thereby, often under the rubric of "non-violence", allowing protest to become empty rituals. What is necessary now is that demonstrations reclaim their roots as a demonstrations of power, specifically, their ability to disrupt. And while the disruptions effected today, in the larger scheme of things were quite minimal, what a critical mass of the participants seem to implicitly understand is that disruption-the ability to inflict real costs on entrenched capital through unpredictable and spontaneous (i.e unchoreographed) direct action is a necessary condition for the success of any protest. If these protests succeed in growing with this assumption at their core, they have real potential to become truly meaningful. It remains to be seen whether they will do so.

A couple of examples will give some idea of the potential I'm referring to, one of these extraordinary: after the march reached its eventual destination at Union Square Park, most seemed to expect that we would return more or less the way we came back to Zuccotti Park. While we were there, it became clear that the police had received orders to disperse the group. Their initial attempt to do so was when we were still in the park, and was effected by vinyl mesh barriers which prevented the crowd from returning south back to its original destination in Wall Street. To do this required erecting these barriers at edge of the group, turning back those who had just started on its way south. Among these was a man maybe slightly younger than myself-though not much-who simply demanded to go where he to, and he would be damned if he would let the cops get in his way. And so he stepped in front of the cops who were trying to hem us in, inviting a violent confrontation and likely arrest. But that's not extraordinary, as this was to be duplicated with greater or lesser degrees of violence at least forty times over the next hour. What was extraordinary was how the man impeded the cop: he did so by pushing a stroller which enclosed the man's three or four year old child in the cops way. The cop pushed the stroller aside and attacked the man with real viciousness, in full view of the child. I didn't see what would later materialize-how or whether the man would be arrested. I did, however, see another small child in the park who was a spectator to the event breaking down in tears, as his father, a dreadlocked man tried to console him.

As a parent of a small child who I was considering bringing along to this, but thankfully did not, I wasn't sure how to respond to what seemed to be an act of almost insane recklessness. Initially, I was was appalled, but in retrospect, in revisiting the mental image, I couldn't help but be moved by the commitment and courage displayed, and by the recognition that finally the stakes of our confrontation are becoming clear. As Marx said "we are now required to compelled to face with sober senses, (our) real conditions of life, and (our) relations with (our) kind." While few of us will find ourselves capable of this man's courage, this is the kind of reaction which will be required of us when we face up to the realities we are encountering with sober senses.

A description of the remainder of the march requires the trite but, in this context, altogether accurate phrase, "violently dispersed by the police", though this is, of course, usually applied to various third world dictatorships. One block south the police began to erect a second set of barriers with the purpose of dividing the march into smaller groups, separated by a block or so, arresting those who refused to get out of the street, and who resisted. The arrests were undertaken with considerable brutality which I was a direct witness to, and almost a victim of. The worst which happened to me was to have receive the full brunt of a body which had been slammed with remarkable force by a particularly violent and thuggish cop. Another encounter which I witnessed was worse and somewhat disturbing. A protester who had, I would imagine, prevented the erection of the crowd control barrier, was tackled and set upon by at least seven or eight cops administering a series of blows to all parts of the man's head and abdomen. I had never seen a display of violence of such intensity and it was quite unnerving. The fact that the target of this display of brutality was black will probably not come as a surprise.

These are some of the events which seem worth reporting here. There were others which a more journalistically inclined (and trained) observer would no doubt relate. Rather than itemizing these I'll close by mentioning a third reason for why I am somewhat optimistic. This is personal and even a bit sentimental so those who don't know me might do well to skip the remainder of this paragraph. At the intersection of West 4th my friend Judd Greenstein who I had called earlier darted in the the crowd next to me. Judd, in addition to being probably the most gifted, passionate and communicative of the younger composers I know, is also one of the finest people-in the most simple and meaningful sense of the term. Pretty much unique in my circle of acquaintances, he is a reliable presence at these sorts of protests, having met up with me a year ago or so at a Wall Street protest following the bank bail outs. More significantly for me, this seemingly random encounter brought back for me one of my most treasured memories. At the Iraq war protest in Feb 2003, I was within a sea of bodies walking southward on the corner of 79th and Amsterdam, when I spotted within the crowd heading west my father Morris who was then eighty and my mother Rosamond who was now walking slowly having begun to be affected by the Parkinsons disease which would take her life this year. I probably shouldn't have been surprised. While they are not political activists (certainly less so than my father's long time friend and colleague Chomsky) their investment in politics is real, though almost exclusively moral-dictated by a simple code which required them to actively protest when their government is enacting atrocities in their name, as it did in Vietnam during my childhood, and as it was about to do in Iraq. Protest is what every decent person did back then-it was not limited to an activist clique. There were lots like my parents back then.

Judd attended this demonstration for exactly the same reasons which my parents did nearly half a century ago, and which were defining events of my childhood. Protest is what decent people do when they are confronted with evil. Having both witnessed the thuggish crackdown south of Union Square, I was grateful to be able to be able take stock of the situation with him. His presence today was for me a validation of the possibility that there maybe some ultimate hope to be squeezed out of what now appears to be a fairly desperate trajectory into something approximating a police state-at least for those who do what is necessary to make protest meaningful.

Finally, a post-script: I'm writing this as the police prepare for what may be a final-and likely, if today's events were any guide, intensely brutal assault on the encampment in Zuccati Park. As I have been posting on Facebook, this appears to me to be a Martin Niemoller moment for us-one where they are coming for a marginal clique, one which is the butt of jokes (including my own above) and regarded as absurd and insignificant by all but a few. Today's NYT's coverage of the protestors, predictably contemptuous and dismissive, sets the stage perfectly for this crackdown-and provides grounds for all the right thinking people who are the Times' primary demographic to avert their eyes. The few decent people who find out about this may get on the subway and head to Wall Street to bear witness, and maybe even act. But I can't say I'm in the least optimistic that anything like this is in the cards-certainly nothing approximating the display of force which we must martial to make a difference. All this is only further confirmation of Niemoller's dictum: when they come for us there may very well be very few left to speak up.

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Submitted by lambert on

As I've said in several forums, I think the self-organizing capacity of the occupiers is the story, as it was around the Mediterranean this year starting with the Arab Spring. That is the reason for optimism for me. As I also say elsewhere, the narrative of violence makes us losers. Abandon this experiment, try another. Bold, persistent experimentation, as FDR would say.

In bridge, if the only way to win the hand is to assume that the cards fall a certain way, that's the assumption to make....

NOTE And "thanks" is a little inadequate, eh? I'm very, very glad to have a personal report from a Correntian, and I wish we had more of them.

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Submitted by DCblogger on

this really gives a clear view of what is happening. Following it on Twitter is just too confusing for words. I fear that the October 6 event will be similar. I will be going, maybe not the first day, but the weekend certainly.

Submitted by jawbone on

learned the size of the Feb. 2003 demo, where I experienced my first kettling. No plastic web fencing/netting back then. We were kettled first with a wall of blue, cops standing side by side to stop our leaving the block being kettled, then stanchions, then the walls of blue divided us into quarters, pushing us into corners.

I've written about this before, but, again, as shown with the guy with stroller and toddler, the police, as the horses were brought in to mush us into increasingly smaller space in each corner, showed no care for frightened crying children, screaming women, etc.

I'm pretty sure there was no need for what they did and it was simply a practice run.

The block north of mine was where a mounted policeman and his horse went down when the cops were ordered to make a show force by stupidly forcing the horses gallop down the contained block and into ours -- in bad conditions -- and the one horse hit some ice.

Initially it was reported protesters had brought the horse down, but that was false. The horse, fortunately, was not injured -- at least did not have to put down.

Again, there was absolutely no reason for what the police did, were ordered to do. Other than to show protesters they could be controlled, divided and conquered, and held virtual prisoners as long as the city wanted to do so.

Thanks for this description, narrative of what happened. For witnessing.

Submitted by jcasey on

Awesome observations and analysis. Thanks for passing it along. As I write this I am listening to the "people's microphone". Having given the people in the park the daily weather report they are moving to discuss potential, additional direct actions for the day. I'm glad the media people in the park have figured out how to get some of the Assembly's deliberations on the air.

Submitted by jawbone on

Posted by Susie at Suburban Guerrilla.

Young women pepper sprayed for, apparently, asking why they were being fenced in. The spray brought them to their knees. Hell of a lot more police than the small group inside the fencing....

Overwhelming force.

At Tahrir Sq. they knew their only protection was in numbers, huge numbers.

But people in this nation have been inculcated with the propaganda that their economic condition is their own fault (or, more rarely, own success), not a systemic approach to moving wealth to the uppermost income echelons. It is beginning to become apparent that "working hard and playing by the rules" doesn't work any more -- the rules are totally skewed to rewarding those with money to get more money and those without to be get less and less and less.

Maybe it won't happen this go round, but the numbers will come out eventually. They'll have no choice.

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Submitted by coyotecreek on

...but just now went and watched it. OMG. Those kids were just standing there DOING NOTHING - maybe taking pictures.

What in the hell is going on?

Can someone send this to Bloomberg?

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Submitted by coyotecreek on

....and I agree with John - it was breathtaking to be there.

I got out of GCS and immediately found myself herded west, then back east until I spilled out onto (I think it was) Park Avenue with thousands of others as we marched north toward 96th Street. I remember turning the corner and gasping at the number of people.. as I walked I kept jumping up and down looking north and south just to take it all in and describing it to friends on my cell phone who were reporting that the MSM said there were just a few thousand who showed up.

Reminded of the old days - when I took my 10 year old daughter to DC to march for women's rights....you remember those, don't you...women's rights, I mean? Our bus from NYC was late arriving and we ended up coming in right behind the main contingency. It brings tears to my eyes to remember thinking "I am not alone".

No matter what happens out of the Wall Street effort now, we must keep banding together to show/increase our numbers and tell the world that we are not alone in our disgust toward Washington and Corporate America.

To those of you who are still young - it will be one of the finest memories you will ever have. As John said so well: "Protest is what every decent person did back then-it was not limited to an activist clique."

Thanks for your update, John.

Submitted by jawbone on

near the actual rally, just told go east and then north on Third Avenue. IIRC, we were kettled in on 39th and Third, or perhaps lower down.

The March 2003 anti-Iraq Invasion protest march was breathtaking. By the time we got into the city, we had to keep walking north from Penn Station to get to the end of gathering marchers. And then each side street had huge crowds ready to be fed into the march when it actually started.

The atmosphere was so incredibly different from the Feb. attitude shown by the police. And it was warmer....

We kept meeting interesting groups and individuals on the route.

And accomplished...nothing. But, somehow, having gathered with like-minded people to protest made it easier to deal with. Except when I thought about the people being killed and injured to satisfy Bush's war jones, Rumsfeld's desire for Shock and Awe. Damn them. Or to the Hague with them. Too bad we don't believe in following international law....

Submitted by jawbone on

LINK

The protests began on Sept. 17, when hundreds of protestors gathered at Bowling Green Park in Manhattan, home of the iconic charging bull in New York’s Financial District, as they prepared to “take the bull by the horns,” as a flyer advertising the event said.

“The one thing we all have in common is that We Are The 99% that will no longer tolerate the greed and corruption of the 1%,” said a statement on the website Occupy Wall Street.

According to statements on the website, the movement, an offshoot of online magazine AdBusters, is angered by what it calls the principle of “profit over and above all else,” which it says has dominated not only America’s economic policies, but also the way in which Americans view culture and humanity.

Via Brendan at Suburban Guerrilla.

Submitted by jawbone on

Link to segment. Audio will be available soon; no transcript; summary later.

Couple of comments:

Julian from Teaneck, NJ
By this message I want to show my protest against NYPD brutality during Saturday 9/24 “Occupy Wall Street” manifestation. I was a witness how police arrested dozens of people close to Union Square. I was a bystander, but almost immediately I joined the protesters because I consider their cause right and because the police was very brutal. The protesters were relatively peaceful. Perhaps the protesters were too young and lacked experience. But they were not oriented to smash stores and banks as in some violent anti-system protests. Police was brutal and very aggressive and their overreaction will encourage me to look to take part in future “Occupy Wall Street” rallies. Police officers spotted the most active demonstrators, isolated and arrested them. Police wanted to cut the heads of the manifestation. Police wanted to intimidate, but they provoked more solidarity with this rising movement. It did not appear as happening in a civilized country. Police officers, on our tax money, appeared as a dictatorship hit force.

I have many questions regarding “Occupy Wall Street”: why so few human rights “grass roots” organizations of NYC stayed apart; why trade unions of NYC do not support “Occupy Wall Street”; why so little coverage of the manifestations in local and national mass media;
It looks like big trade unions, Democratic Party, many consolidated human rights organizations became “establishment”, tacit friends of corporation takeover.

Sep. 26 2011 10:37 AM
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glork from Glen Ridge NJ
Who exactly had difficulty figuring out the message of the protest? It's called outrageous greed and it has been the ruination of every long held genuine value in this country. The corruption of Wall Street and the tacit approval of their indifference to the suffering created by their losses and the bailout are an outstandingly valid reason to protest the continuation of business as usual. As for those who are so pejorative towards the youthful participants, tell me how and why any parent of a teen should be encouraging higher education at this point in time? For further debt and poverty into another generation? Is anything else out there for our children? Who but Wall Street do we have to thank for the destructive economy as their corporate leaders consume billions in luxurious salaries? The President would not be in office today if it were not for the cash from this industry and that will change and soon indeed. Here is a small scale rehearsal for the Arab spring soon to come here in the US- even if it is just from the middle aged unemployed alone, a shift is forming.