Times Square

I’m plumb tuckered out after writing comments on Senior Thesis topics, two blog posts last night and a passel of other stuff. So, we’re going to experiment with a photo blog, with captions. Larger format as a result, slow to load, I expect. Sorry, but there you are. As always, I’m happy to have you use these images for particular purposes, if you ask for my permission and I grant it.

ABC news feed mentioning OWS met by cheers

The "signs on signs" effect was overwhelming. What an amazing spot to protest corporate power.

The "kettles" (those metal barriered spaces) were set up before we arrived. No other option but to stand in them, or walk through them.

The kettling didn’t seem to bother the tourists as much as the fact that they had to navigate the bodies and sounds of the protests. American tourists in particular were vocal in their dissatisfaction with the presence of protesters in Times Square. Amazing, because New Yorkers are dissatisfied with the fact that tourists have taken over our Times Square. For one day, it felt great to annoy them.

As I told the guy on the right, "White women aren't much better."

Zombies attacked in a variety of thematic costumes. She's playing "Little Red Riding Zombie", I assume.

Lots of "1%er" zombies.

Some zombies were in character, growling and hulking through the crowd.

But I still don't understand Santa Zombie. He had a large bullet-shaped wound in his forehead. Who shoots Santa in the face?

Daniel Buenza will be glad to learn that the signs are getting better.

And a more pointed critique of spatial occupation is being developed.

The camera makes the other side of the street seem so far away...

But when I zoomed to show that Michael Moore was there, I think the camera added a few pounds.

This is, more or less, when the violence started.

I didn’t take a picture at the moment when a peaceful crowd was set upon by police. Within such a short period of time, the sparking action (police pushing back the metal gates used to kettle people on 47th street) resulted in protesters being toppled over, and then pushing back at police, who then punched and hit them. In response, protesters started to yell at police–both those in the middle of the skermish and those of us on the other side of the street. Can you see the locus of action is middle-right–where the 25-odd horse mounted police are surging the horses into the crowd. You can hopefully also see that all the protesters in front of the Friday’s have their cameras out and are video taping and photographing the incident. I saw more than one protester dragged out behind the police line, subdued on the ground, and after they were prone, get punched and kicked by police. I’ve only seen violence like this one other time in my life (thank god) and it was a similar incident in 2001 when I was attacked by a mounted police officer and beaten by his billy club while peacefully marching as part of an Anti-War protest. Talk about animals.

Anyway, I got some video of a minute of these events (they spanned at least 45 minutes–just horrible stuff)…let’s see if it will load. Nope. Shame. Anyone have tips on how to get a 1 minute video from an iPhone 4 up onto a WordPress blog without paying $60/year for a plug in?

So, the police started the violence (from what I could see) and they certainly encouraged it along. Here’s a shot of 7th avenue, about a half hour after the original kerfuffle.

Hundreds of police line up to stand in front of peaceful protesters.

I wanted to show you guys the second edition of the paper, which I picked up at the event.

Occupied Wall St. Journal, 2nd Edition

The front page features an article from Naomi Klein, and a poem/verses from Lupe Fiasco.


Inside broadside. Notes on OWS events in other cities in the center. Timeline connecting OWS to Arab spring on the bottom.

Sorry–I rotated that image, but it didn’t take and I”m running out of time.

Statement on "strategy."

The parts of the above you’re most interested in:

What race, age, religion, occupation did we represent. None of them. All of them. Barricaded in by steel pens, surrounded by a thousand cops and NYPD helicopters above, we saw our power reflected in their need to control us. But just as this is our movement, it is our narrative too. The exhausted political machines and their PR slicks are already seeking leaders to elevate, messages to claim, talking points to move on. They, more than anyone, will attempt to seize and shape this movement. They are racing to reach the front of the line. But how can they run out in front of something that is in front of them? They cannot. For Wall Street and Washington, the demand is not on them to give us something that isn’t theirs to give. It’s ours. It’s on us. We aren’t going anywhere. We just got here.



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5 responses to “Times Square

  1. Thanks Jenn. Good to hear first hand accounts from the ground.

  2. Jenn Lena

    Thanks, Chris. Do let me know if you want to do a little salmon and bagel in the Apple thing. I don’t have the space, but I can find someone who does!

  3. As usual, thanks Jenn for the updates, excellent photographs, and observations. I thought I’d quickly mention…the Occupied Wall Street Journal is online (pdf) now, so that if your readers want to be able to see the rest of the paper (and potentially save you the time from having to photograph them).
    Here is the link:

  4. Jenn Lena

    Ah. Thanks.

  5. Noah

    Great photos Jenn! I think the first hand accounts are critical to understanding this movement. The way people on the street present themselves doesn’t fit all that well with the conventions of mainstream news reporting.

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