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.
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.
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.
I wanted to show you guys the second edition of the paper, which I picked up at the event.
The front page features an article from Naomi Klein, and a poem/verses from Lupe Fiasco.
Sorry–I rotated that image, but it didn’t take and I”m running out of time.
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.