Does anyone even know how Wall Street Occupy Protest started? When I first heard of Wall street, I was intrigued at the idea. The anonymous video didn't help either. I think my pupils dilated when I saw it. I ask around and my young Russian comrade from from Israel described it best to me with one word. The word remains stuck in my head to this day: romantic.
The idea of it truly was "romantic," however; so are fairy tales. I thought it was rather epic. Long, droned out, too many monologues and pointless details; only essential to the current situation at the time. Especially since at that the time I was studying Classics in university, I feel epic may be the right adjective. When I met an Occupy protester for the first time, I decided to find out for myself what was going on there. I dragged with me some of my friends, but the journey was for myself. Like Everyman, I brought with me Knowledge and Good deeds, however knowledge was too much. The things I heard and seen, I believe will take me years to speak of. Part of me also wanted to help, perhaps even join their cause. At the end of it, I just went to school and went about my daily life. That protester, after placing a purple bill in her hand and sending her back, I never saw her again. That week in November they dismantled everything, and threw it all in the trash.
It was my honest belief was not a step towards a "New World," as the ex-soldier whispered in my ear at a projection, but rather an excuse to camp out in the middle of a metropolitan city, do drugs, and attempt to fornicate in the most "punk rock" fashion. I am sorry to say after seeing the result of Oakland, I no longer know what to think. I only feel that something huge is happening all over the world, and most us have no clue what. Though for many this global movement seems to be the saving grace for a doomed economy. I too, had high hopes for this movement.
The idea of it truly was "romantic," however; so are fairy tales. I thought it was rather epic. Long, droned out, too many monologues and pointless details; only essential to the current situation at the time. Especially since at that the time I was studying Classics in university, I feel epic may be the right adjective. When I met an Occupy protester for the first time, I decided to find out for myself what was going on there. I dragged with me some of my friends, but the journey was for myself. Like Everyman, I brought with me Knowledge and Good deeds, however knowledge was too much. The things I heard and seen, I believe will take me years to speak of. Part of me also wanted to help, perhaps even join their cause. At the end of it, I just went to school and went about my daily life. That protester, after placing a purple bill in her hand and sending her back, I never saw her again. That week in November they dismantled everything, and threw it all in the trash.
It was my honest belief was not a step towards a "New World," as the ex-soldier whispered in my ear at a projection, but rather an excuse to camp out in the middle of a metropolitan city, do drugs, and attempt to fornicate in the most "punk rock" fashion. I am sorry to say after seeing the result of Oakland, I no longer know what to think. I only feel that something huge is happening all over the world, and most us have no clue what. Though for many this global movement seems to be the saving grace for a doomed economy. I too, had high hopes for this movement.
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