One year ago today I
wrote the following:
I have been watching live-stream of general assemblies,
process, community and peaceful protest since October 6th almost non-stop. From
my virtual "fly on the wall" view, the energy being put out on a
daily basis, most of it 24/7 has been amazing. It has been tiring for me, but
exhaustive for the Occupy facilitators. I needed to be witness if I could not
always participate like I wanted to.
This movement has grown in direct relation to the commitment
put into it. Who of the original 56 knew it would grow so large so fast. Who
among them was prepared for success? I don't believe a one of them. The
empowered themselves and each other in the hopes of getting a few others to
recognize the terrible state of our country and planet.
The
individual empowerment they embraced as they held each other in that space in
Liberty Park became a conduit of fire, pent up anger and love. I could have burnt
them up, exploded or simply vented and died after the first push back by the
city of New York. The fell in love and like any love affair it raged with all
the passion, beautiful and mystery that love is. Gaining trust, showing up,
being present, and welcoming the creativity of change that is required if any
new endeavor is to survive.
As I watched I was mesmerized by the concentrated discipline
of the non-hierarchical structure, inclusion and a mantra of peace that truly expressed
itself in action, no faux gestures, and no logos. I do not believe those who
made the commitment to mid -wife this movement have comprehended what they
started, not entirely. They are too busy doing it.
Perhaps they think
they find themselves a year later the "only ones" a small loyal
cadre? I write this a year later to let many know just the opposite is true.
Just like the rumors’ of Paul McCartney’s death, smaller doesn't mean dead! Rumors’
of Occupies death are greatly exaggerated.
Like any new baby this infant of the collective soul is new
and needs full attention. They are too busy to think about all the changes yet
to come and what it will eventually grow into, but the values imparted now will
tell the tale later.
But tonight, more than 36 hours after the big raid on Monday
morning I saw some very tired parents. The ebb and flow, the tides of emotion
to send off a movement are just beginning. Grief is part of any process, try
stopping change once it is implemented; impossible. The space defined a
community kept the baby safe, carefully collected items that defined the
character in time, for a time. Some must feel the baby being thrown into the
world too soon. Memories and images kept for infinity on the World Wide Web.
But obviously today there were those who were prepared ahead of time for this
next phase of growing pains.
I say "leave" because I believe that Bloomberg
also is part of the birthing process. The assertion of Occupy would not truly
be able to stand without resistance in the archetypal sense. A slap on the
butt, the movement like a gazelle in the wild, hours after birth must run from
predators. We live in accelerated and exhilarating times. The clearing out of
the park is the mess of birth, the womb of a new liberty now comes into the
world fully gestated in two months. Be happy. This new creation is wobbly,
hungry, eager and ready learn. I watched a meeting become somewhat chaotic,
many have before, but this was different. The parents are rushing to keep up.
Do any of these mid-wives of change the historic never to be forgotten energy
they have given over to the world? Not yet. Older activists and change makers
can relate this experience and like a knowing grand masters smile with a pride
not felt in decades.
I marvel at the lack of violence on the part of Occupy. Less
crime than the general population given the exposed nature of the participants,
no one died in New York. A veteran killed himself at an Occupy camp in (?), which
served to bring attention to the suicide rate among vets involved in last ten
years of conflict. The disease and pestilence cried about by the city never
came to pass. The way the community dealt with the personal needs, safety and
views of each person who arrived, the last but not least the homeless and
mentally ill. At one point Occupy was the largest soup kitchen in the city.
Occupy didn't create a new model, they had all the spiritual and intellectual
resources they needed from other movements and intentional community. But it
had never been modeled quite like this before.
I have been involved in group projects in theatre, putting
together a production in 4-6 weeks. All hands on board or nothing will happen.
Egos, fatigue, personality clashes, bogging down but the goal is always the
same; opening night for good or ill. I didn't have to live with these folks nor
was life and death of democracy at risk.
We are social animals and Occupy sees one tribe oppressing
and cheating another tribe, the 1% vs. the 99%. Occupy brought together the tribes
of progressiveness; All the disparate causes from fighting addiction to unions,
from debt to voter suppression, from environment to women’s issues, veterans
groups, health and welfare. This is power of the people that the plutocrats
fear. The small tribe of the "masters of the universe" who put
themselves above the majority isolated themselves from the rest of the human
race. Their own success and power corrupted them like it always has through
history. Throughout history the fear of being left behind, shunned, left to
starve has been used to make people comply to the demands of the bully’s, who
threaten, cheat and often slaughter wholesale. To be fair there was no
wholesale slaughter in the case of Occupy. The gods of commerce and transaction
fear the goddess' of transformation and community. Occupy lost its things in a
tsunami of elite military driven fear of the tribe of humans turning on their
gods of money. "You cannot evict an idea!"; becomes the new defiance.
If Occupy is just old hippies, spoiled brats, no leaders,
disorganized, than why are the elite so upset? The powers that be feel change
and are scared. They are used to being in control that illusion of control
carefully crafted. Occupy says the “the emperor has no clothes". What is
more tangible is a new conscience born of the seeds of reason and
enlightenment.
We Tak We Asne (pardon for the phonetics) the saying from
the Lakota; We are all related, kept echoing in my ear as I watched this new
conscience express itself on my little lap top. The dancing, the drumming, the arguments,
the library, medical tent, art, puppets, signs, laughter fill me with hope.
I am struck by the strength of the voices I hear. I went to live
stream/ Occupy London it was 3 a.m. there and a soldier was talking to a
handful of people. He described helping an Iraqi family pick up the bits of
body parts so they could bury their dead after the Americans had bombed them.
He talked about bashing in doors, night after night taking the males and
turning them over the Americans to torture for intel. No honor in this. He
spoke of the men in Iraq being the "security" for their families and
he has nightmares wondering what happened to the women and children left
without doors at mercy to roving gangs. In a thousand years there has been one
year where a British soldier has not died in battle.
The voices and faces are part of a Greek chorus I soak up
each and every night till I can't stay awake. Even when the main stream media
tried hard to find an ignorant old lady Occupy version of the Tea Part
"bag" lady they couldn't. The attempt to characterize Occupy as
dirty, lazy, stupid indolent bored youth, the need to show older women as not
understanding the issues, uneducated, senile is typical of the corporate media.
Then there is Dorli Raely. Wow! Her voice was so strong, not shaky, her
thoughts not muddled or wandering. She showed confidence and humor on what had
to be her only national interview. Not scared of nothing. She has been soaking
it all in, paying attention since she was born into Nazi Germany. My heroine
and a model for ageing I needed.
Tim Pool of the other 99, interviews people off the street,
candid, funny determined. His dedication and almost peaceful warrior mentality
was inspiring. His determination to tell the story with as little bias as
possible should garner him a prize in journalism. The main stream seldom
interview off the street, usually the famous, or pseudo famous or each other. I
hate the term "regular people", not an actor, real people. If we
aren't all real or seen as equals from the beginning gives birth to the non-hierarchal
approach to democracy that so few seem to get.
Since I wrote this the
movement has changed the conversation of a nation. Has given support to a
variety of causes including stopping the XL pipeline if at least temporarily.
Started an Occupy Foreclosure, Occupy Strike Debt and Occupy Sandy. I see
courage spreading like a breath of fresh air, truth beating back lies, love and
strength saying NO to the bullies, racists, elitists and exploiters. As the
Chinese have over 87,000 protests this last year against the communist
corporatists, as Europe fights the moneyed interests of global finance and
austerity, as the so called third world marches and dies against the greed of
oil, gold and diamonds, we finally awaken from our free market dream state. And
for some reason I cannot fathom the rest of the world is happy to see us
awaken, see us as the leader in so many things. We have to live up to our own
hype. Put our money where our mouth is. Our constitution is dusted off, that
old secular sacred document supplanted by apocalyptic scriptural fanaticism.
Occupy will never die as long as there is one person willing to speak to power,
say no to tyranny and lies. They said the civil rights movement, women’s
movement, Native American movement, environmental movement, the peace movement,
would all die! Occupy is not separate but the name of a big family of righteousness.
I wear my little Occupy button with pride, just like the old peace sign used
decades ago, yellow ribbons, suffragette banners, feathers in hats, pride of
the rainbow, and “hatitude”.