I had begun writing decades earlier, just as I had begun today in writing this. Going to my pants that I had earlier cast, thrown on the floor, I had gotten a working Bic black ink pen with a medium point from a pocket, and started scribbling. As fast as I could writing what first came to my mind. With few exceptions in a stream of consciousness, here and there adding a word or two that was left out. Sitting in the kitchen of my run down house that I was rehabilitating myself, I sat at the sink, with the radio on, and two thirds of a cup of homemade coffee on my left resting on the cutting broad straddling the sink. Writing steadily I occasionally glanced at a clean stainless steel cooking pot on the stove, that I filled with water. Where I was cooking and preparing dry black beans for breakfast,dinner lunch. First I washed the stainless steel pot, then half filled the pot with hot water from the tap, as the hot water helped cook the beans faster, I then heated the water and pot, leaving the pot with hot water and beans on the stove range, first at a high temperature then at a low temperature to cook slowly.
The first Occupy protest to receive wide attention and media coverage was Occupy Wall Street in New York City’s ZuccottiPark, where Boris had come to from the Soviet Union years ago to hustle the commodity traders and stock brokers with his chess game. While from his many prison type tattoos I presumed he had learned his good game of chess the hard way through hard labor and the Russian penal prison system. He was a gentle man and when I started writing about Occupy Wall Street, and ZuccottiPark I remembered him.
As I wrote my right hand seized up and stiffening in the pains of a sixty year old body of a man who had seen better days, times, but now severely affected by the untreated effects of carpal tunnel syndrome I wrote the best I could. Stopping for a second, in a moment of two, I took a sip of the hot coffee in a ceramic coffee cup on my left, decorated with red impalas (the animal from Africa not the American cars). In what I presume was related to the Gazelle though I could not distinguish an impala from a gazelle.
It was a Saturday evening and writing my finge tips regularly grew numb and painful, as I continued scribbling. Watching the water boil was a sure way I was not going to burn dinner that night as I was hungry, I looked forward to a good meal of soft black beans and a fresh chop I defrosted by throwing it into the cooked beans. Watching the water come to a boil I stood still writing as I rose up slowly, sure to mark my journal page with the pen.
Zuccotti Park was located a short distance from City Hall, and City hall Park which had been closed off to the public ever since terrorism and security was made an issue by politicians who like extortions promised protection. As in the protection rackets, that racket demanded respect, and though out it entire history was never closed to the public in the absence of renovations now it was closed.
ZuccottiPark, was a few short street blocks north from where I worked once upon a time, where once upon a time, it was renovated in a modernized fashion that suited the corporate downtown developers, where ZuccottiPark once always remained open.
Dating the top of the next page I sat down again, with a plethora of varied pains. I had written Saturday, August, 17, 2013, at the top of the page, and most likely I had to change that date again, as by theb it was most likely Sunday, August 18, 2013, as it was hours before I had noticed the time. Before sitting down on the wooden stool again, I moved my coffee cup from the left side to the right side, so as to accommodate the political environment, taking a few sips , I continued by taking a few sips more.
The evening began after I was challenged over the internet by someone in the “Occupy Group” asking who was I, as he stated he didn’t have time for “fuck nuts” like me, so I told don’t, as in not to. As he put me off coming off as an entitled street character as he did two hundred and thirty-five miles from Wall street and ZucottiPark. He had no time for “Fuck Nuts” like me, and I had no time for rude, ill mannered rude entitled sociopathic “nut jobs” like him.
Situated across the street from the stock brokers traditionally favorite Mens haberdashery Brooks Brothers, just in case one of the American working class protesters of Occupy wall Street decided to take Allen Ginsberg’s advice to get a Brooks Brothers suit. As Allen Ginsberg said people no longer treated him the same when he wore a fashionable Brooks Brothers suit, in that then they looked at him differently and treated him with respect. I too enjoyed Brooks Brothers suits but in that I was now a member of the small city urban poor of Pennsylvania I stayed home a lot more and did not have much use for a Brooks Brothers suit.
I had begun writing as impulsively as I ever do with the thought of “The Death of Occupy” as the title(as in the “Death of Occupy Wall Street”. Because so many times before I had witnessed movements rise and fall, in the challenge of the moment to be beat down and never rise again. As if some goons got a hold of a helpless drunk and beat him to a bloody pulp, beaten by living, and buried by booze.
Though I enjoyed satin linings of the woolen tweeds I rarely found them in the second hand thrift stores I frequented. In a stratified divided society based on wealth and the power that determines that wealth, the Viking like standards of Iceland did not apply.
As the mere existence of thrift stores where the rich gave what they no longer valued and the poor bought those same cast offs, as part of the power exchanges of class society there was an inherent unfairness and inequality.
ZuccottiPark was located in oner of the most bourgeois parts of town, near the courts, the Manhattan and federal detentionCenters, where Occupy began on 17 September 2011. By 9 October, Occupy protests had taken place or were ongoing in over 95 cities across 82 countries, and over 600 communities in the United States. as I witnessed myself how in some of the most reactionary towns in America the naive and gullible came out to see or support what had caught the imagination of the nation, and the world.
Occupy Wall Street rose almost two years ago though time becomes a blur, as I watched from a distance in rural Pennsylvania two-hundred and thirty-five miles away, in marking the occasion writing.
I wrote ” Amid the Rust Are Diamonds”:
Regarding, a city town in Pennsylvania unmentioned and unlisted amongst the cities listed for having participated in Occupy Wall Street events, in what became part of the government’s historical revisionism and propaganda. As what occurred did not occur in 600 communities but over 600 and one communities.
“Amid the rusting near empty machines shops that have the capacity to employ 30 to 50 employees, in a town that once was the employed many in industries that after the Second World War was the industrial basis of most of the world: The Occupy Wall Street movement has inspired a small town in AltoonaPennsylvania.”
“I will not use the weak kneed gutless heartless conservative metaphors of the Altoona Mirror to mislead readers by referring to the efforts I saw, inferences of youth, and what may be considered amateurish for these efforts in such a conservative bastions takes alot of heart.”
“There are many literary uses of words that questionably can be used by writers to confer what is unearned and essentially defamation, with out being blunt, or explicitly defaming who they write about. By use of labels, and awkward descriptions , writers depreciate the merits of those they detract. In what is being written of, that to the best of my knowledge in writing, the local corporate print media in the form of the Altoona Mirror, has done another hack job in reporting the news regarding the AltoonaPennsylvania version of Occupy Wall Street Movement in a manner which it attempts to divide the community further.”
“First of The Altoona Mirror has attempted to appoint a leader if the Altoona Occupy Wall Movement by falsely attributing local efforts to a “local teen” when to the best of my knowledge that teen would not claim to control of own such an effort as that teen (again to the best of my knowledge) would not seek to create the false image which the Altoona Mirror wishes to portray by taking local efforts out of its proper context, as I was first told (correctly or not) that these “were now being duplicated in 900 cities around the World representing a far greater issue than merely Altoona, Pennsylvania.”
“The limited brief Altoona Mirror article “TuckahoePark now occupied part time” by Greg Bock, was of the briefest most generalized stereotyped nature. In depicting what would be considered the typical average young adult resident of Altoona, rather than what is now a part of a worldwide movement, the Altoona Mirror distorted against for its reader what was the real picture of what was happening.”
“The Altoona Mirror spoke as if it was the county paper of record of the Altoona Occupy Wall Street Movement, but without mention that there were some very hard working young people there (not to mention some older residents), and a sizable portion of support within the community evident supporting change, in a challenge of the status quo of the county Tea party, Democrats, Republicans, and organized labor who were visibly absent.”
“As if these worldwide demonstrations will just disappear and go away, the local leaders representing the status quo of Altoona seems to have made themselves scarce, by burying their heads in the sand as they have for the last 30 years of Altoona’s decline, in doing business as usual by ignoring their constituents, or otherwise by paying tokenism and lip service to are noble efforts while their ship sinks.”
“Still worse than the apathy of the Altoona Mirror, was the virulent commentary posted online which was of the lowest partisan political nature having the McCarthyites nerve and temerity, to call themselves Americans while at the same time referring to as if the president was a communist, a radical, a Muslim at the same time they claim to be Americans and support America.. Now I don’t know if I like President Obama, and I might refer to this manner of as a virtual police state but I still respectfully the president as president, and not “boy” as many conservatives seem to.”
“Along with unlawful provocative incitements of right-wingers (whose boring lives these youthful protesters have drawn the attention of) suggesting “if you were really “occupying” the park, you say s c r e w the law and you OCCUPY the park” regardless of what that means.”
“In the words of one Altoona Mirror commenter they say:
“I am so proud of our young folks organizing this patriotic effort! It is obvious that the public agrees–as evidenced by the many folks driving by and cheering in support and even dropping off food for us. Thanks!”
“Which we should all agree with, rather than the exhortations by some crime bent right-wing extremists who seem to provoke and solicit arrest for any and all cause and reasons who may be seen as simply inciting unlawful conduct and who should be investigated for their harassment and defamation of these protesters rather than being good neighbors.”
In what mirrored and preceded the Occupy Wall Street Movement, as the “Arab Spring” Movement as a wave of demonstrations and protests both non-violent and violent), riots, and civil wars in the Arab world that began on 18 December 2010.
In what to date deposed rulers forced from power in Tunisia, 1] Egypt (twice), Libya, and Yemen; civil uprisings have erupted in Bahrain and Syria; major protests have broken out in Algeria, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Morocco, and Sudan; and minor protests have occurred in Mauritania, Oman, Saudi Arabia, Djibouti, and Western Sahara., in what as to date is to change or topple a western government in what one can presume is a American and Israeli inspired intelligence operation.
Though the Occupy movement has its share of critics, it is said to be an international protest movement against social and economic inequality, though hypocritically it has form and structure, albeit a weak form and structure. With its primary goal being ambitious to make the economic and political relations in all societies less vertically hierarchical and more flatly distributed it has purpose.
I got my first real job delivering coffees to the big shots of Wall Street, where for thirty cents I would personally deliver a hot coffee to any man, woman or child who called up for a delivery and the thirty cents to pay for it. That was around September 1970 though I can not exactly recall. As I remember though that martial law was declared as the Pierre Laporte, a Canadian lawyer, journalist, politician, Deputy Premier and Minister of Labour of the province of Quebec, was kidnapped and assassinated by members of the group Front de libération du Québec in what was encouraged most likely by the CIA.
I had seen these demonstrations before, walking the picket lines with the Communication workers of America across the street on Broadway in 1970, blocks from where ZuccottiPark was later to be located. I was there when tens of thousands of students left high schools, colleges, universities, and Junior High Schools (Middle Schools) in New York City, going on strike against what had become the Nixon War, during Bixon;s secret invasion and war in Cambodia. In the war Nixon allegedly inherited from presidents Johnson, Kennedy, and Eisenhower.
Local Occupy groups often have different foci (or emphasis) , but among the movement’s prime concerns is the belief that large corporations and the global financial system control the world in a way that disproportionately benefits a minority, undermines democracy and is unstable and this is what the government in their loyalty to big profits could not allow to survive. Most active in the United States, by October 2012 there had been Occupy protests and occupations in dozens of other countries across every continent except Antarctica in what lent western society the appearances of traditional liberal bourgeois democracy. In its first two months, the authorities are said to have largely adopted a tolerant approach toward the movement, but this began to change in mid-November 2011 when they began forcibly removing protest camps.
In what had begun two years earlier symbolically as “a day of rage”, without plans for any thing more than that lives on beyond that day, in what began by ill prepared means in what had grown into a worldwide phenomenon of many contending forces, and factions, from anarchists, to disenfranchised members of the middle class, right wing libertarians, some known by the misnomer called “Tea party activists”, union members, literati, artists, actors, actresses, and a diversity of celebrities, though not me I had my own “occupy” “occupation” in holding down the home front. Though for a moment the world, and the nation was energized in the euphoria of “occupy” and “Occupy wall Street”.
By the end of 2011 authorities had cleared most of the major camps, with the last remaining high profile sites – in WashingtonDC and London – evicted by February 2012. The Occupy movement is partly inspired by the Arab Spring, and the Portuguese and Spanish Indignants movement in the Iberian Peninsula, as well as the Tea Party movement. The movement commonly uses the slogan We are the 99%, the #Occupy hashtag format, and organizes through websites such as Occupy Together. According to The Washington Post, the movement, which has been described as a “democratic awakening” by Cornel West, is difficult to distill to a few demands. On 12 October 2011, Los Angeles City Council became one of the first governmental bodies in the United States to adopt a resolution stating its informal support of the Occupy movement. In October 2012 the Executive Director of Financial Stability at the Bank of England stated the protesters were right to criticise and had persuaded bankers and politicians “to behave in a more moral way”.
As the media of the moment melted away into the rotten woodwork of the corrupt and decadent police state, it slanders and libels were not retracted, not did they fairly give equal time to the criminal acts of the government officials who abused their powers to repress “Occupy”. The media once filled with the diatribes and rhetoric of corporate government propagandists. then too I was two hundred and thirty-five days from any real action. For like the French Revolution, the “Youth Culture”, and the “Summer of Love”, soon the enthusiasm petered out, and frustration and disappointment set in. In what was first noticeable smaller cities and towns, around the country, which could not sustain the momentum, of the revolution. A revolution that swung from concept to concept, in a dogma of no dogma, of intolerance of no tolerance, in what spoke without saying, where the police encouraged tactically failure as we were so clever that they would not know. With a strategy in mind that a set program, or demands would solidify support . Until bitch weary, frustrated, distracted and tired, the enthusiasm wore off, and the force of change was dissipated.
Where shopping malls of all sizes gobbled up Main Street, and exiled Mom and Pop to prison asylums for seniors, where loitering, congregating, public speaking and leaflets was made illegal and prohibited regardless of what the laws and the courts said.
But where perhaps I am tiring and am getting ahead of myself, as the “nut jobs” asking who the “fuck” was I , as “they didn’t have time for fuck nuts like me”. Those who in ill logic and poor emotions have no time for me, but have time to speak and meddle in social unrest and change? In the many self-serving and self-absorbed opportunists like them do little if anything, as the kids get their heads bashed in.
But in the end it was known as to why the politicians had become more and more intolerant as their police and intelligence units had been secretly working all along to undermine what was labeled a “moral awakening” crushed by the police state. In what later was revealed as an international concerted effort of the military, police and intelligence as government documents released revealed strangely FBI monitoring of what became known as the Occupy movement since at least August 2011, a month before the protests began.
Where the FBI, the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, local police, regional law enforcement “counterterrorism” fusion centers, and private security forces of major banks formed the Domestic Security Alliance Council (DSAC) to collect and share information about, and to share plans to target and to arrest Occupy protesters in what lends credence to the allegations that Occupy Wall Street, like Wikileaks, and Julian Assange, as well as Anonymous might very well be government inspired if not encouraged..
Banks met with the FBI to pool information about participants of the Occupy movement collected by corporate security, and the FBI offered to bank officials its plans to crush Occupy events that were scheduled for a month later. FBI officials met with New York Stock Exchange representatives on 19 August 2011, notifying them of planned peaceful protests. FBI officials later met with representatives of the Federal Reserve Bank of Richmond and Zions Bank about planned protests. The FBI used informants to infiltrate and monitor protests; information from informants and military intelligence units was passed to DSAC, which then gave updates to financial companies. Surveillance of protestors was also carried out by the Joint Terrorism Task Force. DSAC also coordinated with security firms hired by banks to target OWS leaders. On May 20, 2013, the Center for Media and Democracy and DBA Press released a special report, “Dissent or Terror: How the Nation’s ‘Counter Terrorism’ Apparatus, in Partnership with Corporate America, Turned on Occupy Wall Street.”.
In a chess game where the pieces moves were already planned before hand before the protestors even began protesting and arguing as to an agenda, for weither or not they had an agenda was immaterial, as the troops decided if the alternative to the first move being pawn to King four, was pawn to Queen four they already knew what they would do.
I carried on in the tradition of “Negro Jazz men” cooking dry beans, black, pinto, red kidney, and Navy beans. After the show is done, on the stage of the bar gigs, because that was “the way we were”, waiting for our day to come. In our “day of rage”, we swore every night the sun set, in the poverty of unsettled accounts and poverty, until the sun rose. Babies cried themselves to sleep, as parents in discomfort and distress recalled the toils of the day. Before they rose the next day to do the same again as if chained to a rock, for there was no change. In what they were accustomed to what chained them to the economy, as once Christopher Columbus demanded gold of he natives, so too capitalism demanded “a pound of flesh, for a pound of silver”, in what was not worth a pound of piss as worthless as a measure of life and living.