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18 September 2013

INTERVIEW / Jonah Raskin : Occupy's Nathan Schneider on Anarchy and Radical Catholicism

Nathan Schneider, June 17, 2012. Photo from Occupy.
Interview with Occupy’s Nathan Schneider:
Anarchy, activism, and radical Catholicism

By Jonah Raskin / The Rag Blog / September 19, 2013
"It's hard to pick a revolution about which one doesn't have major misgivings. But they also have peak moments: the nuns kneeling before Marcos' tanks in the Philippines; the queer crusaders emerging out of the Sixties; the cacophonous assemblies at the Paris Commune; the pockets of anarchist rule in Catalonia; the Christians and Muslims in Tahrir guarding one another's prayers." -- Nathan Schneider
If Nathan Schneider had a middle name it might be “Contrary” or “Confrontational.” There isn’t a sentence that he writes or speaks that’s not provocative. In that sense, he’s a child of the Sixties, though he wasn’t born until the Reagan 1980s, and more precisely in 1984, the year that George Orwell warned us against.

“Half Jewish,” as he calls himself, he grew up in the free-floating spiritual environment that characterized the end of the twentieth century in America, which meant that he was touched by secular Judaism, secular Christianity, and “a strong dose of Eastern Spirituality” -- through his mother. Not surprisingly, given his family and background and the force of his own quest for a spiritual matrix, he converted to Catholicism at the age of 18.

After he graduated from public schools in Virginia, he attended Brown and then the University of California at Santa Barbara, but gave up on academia to pursue his “education through journalism.” Schneider has been connected, as an observer and a participant, to the Occupy Movement for two years, beginning in 2011 and continuing until the present.

He tells the story of his conversion to Catholicism in God in Proof, and the story of his engagement with Occupy in Thank You, Anarchy which Rebecca Solnit calls, in her introduction, a “superb book.” It’s not the first book about Occupy but perhaps it’s the most comprehensive.

On the cusp of 30, Schneider has quickly become one of the “best and the brightest” -- to borrow a phrase from the 1960s -- in a generation of intellectuals and activists who are reinventing the American radical tradition. In the under-30 crowd, there’s probably no one with a deeper affinity for the Sixties than Schneider, and no one more eager to question the legacies of the Sixties than he — all of which makes his books and articles provocative and entertaining.

Nathan Schneider, March 19, 2012. Photo from Occupy.

Jonah Raskin: An Old Left friend of mine -- Alexander Saxton -- used to say that there was a gene for utopia. Do you think that there’s a gene for anarchy?

Nathan Schneider: Maybe it's the same gene. Or maybe it's a mood or a moment. Many people who were talking the anarchist talk during Occupy are now more or less back to doing the same-old-same-old. The Occupy mood or moment was caused partly by a failure -- from the Democratic Party of Obama to radical left organizations -- to bring young folks into the fold. A few years after Obama's election - - with no limits on Wall Street or the security state -- there were no viable alternatives. So, there was a craving to do away with everything, take over a square and start from scratch.

My Catholic friends tell me that I’m a closet Catholic. I’m motivated by guilt and by the need to confess. There’s more to Catholicism than guilt and confession isn’t there?

Guilt motivates me, too, but I don't attribute that to Catholicism. Despite evidence to the contrary, thanks to 2,000 years of baggage, the Catholic Church is supposed to be a durable institution that helps people live out the gospel of faith, hope, and love. I've found a great deal of inspiration and support in communities of radical Catholics such as the Catholic Worker. But my faith is enlivened just as much by acts of witness that aren't done by Catholics -- and Occupy was chock full of them.

Do you wish you had been alive in 1968? If so what might you have done?

I might have kept to the sidelines. My mother was in France that year and my father in Southern California, yet their proximity to rebellion didn't seem to impact them appreciably. Occupy could just as well have passed me by if I hadn't happened to be in on it from the beginning. I had time on my hands.

What if you were alive in Paris in, say, 1789?

I would have liked to be a pamphleteer.

Or in a Nazi concentration camp in 1944?

I probably would have died, as members of my family did.

I remember Tom Hayden popularizing the notion that repression leads to resistance. In Chile, for example, repression lead to the death of a movement that had culminated in the election of Salvador Allende. Is there a more nuanced view of repression and resistance in Hayden’s?

In Occupy, repression inspired wider resistance only for the first few weeks. Occupiers, especially in early 2012, got addicted to repression and couldn't understand why their arrests stopped inspiring the public. Movements in far more repressive regimes tend to understand this dynamic instinctively. Activists need to be strategic about how much to invite the repression of the state and how much to circumvent it.

What you attribute to Hayden is related to the horrible notion that "things have to get worse before they get better." No Thanks!

When you say in Thank You, Anarchy that the revolution isn’t far off, what are you actually saying? What do you mean by “far off” and what do you mean by “revolution”?

I was thinking of a conversation I had with an Egyptian activist. I asked whether, she expected that Mubarak would be out of power. She said, "Not in a million years." Social transformation is hard; when it happens it can seem so easy and inevitable, until it gets really hard again. In the passage you're quoting from, I'm trying to play with the dialectic. As for what we mean by revolution, take your pick. I'm trying to talk about the way in which revolution can't be talked about.

You have published two books this year? What other books do you have in the works?

My goodness, two's not enough? They've got me plenty busy. But I am also working on an essay about dispensationalism, a popular form of apocalyptic theology.

What political writers have taught you the most about writing about politics?

Jeff Sharlet -- who also writes at the intersection of politics and religion -- has long been a mentor, though I can't come close to imitating him. He introduced me to JoAnn Wypijewski who guided me at a formative time. As the initial occupation approached, I was reading Norman Mailer's Armies of the Night -- about the 1967 anti-war march on Washington -- which I loved and hated, because all that seems to matter to Mailer is what he’s thinking. At times his thoughts are brilliant. Lastly, I've learned a lot from Joan Didion, especially how her thinking is less important than what she reveals.

How white was Occupy Wall Street?

Schneider on Occupy.
It started out pretty white, and then became less white and then white again. We saw some of the wrinkles in our supposedly post-racial society when it turned out that people didn't know how to relate to each other across racial lines.

The other day, I saw a young black man in my neighborhood wearing one of Jay Z's "Occupy All Streets" T-shirts. The movement forced Jay Z to discontinue those shirts. In Occupy Atlanta, John Lewis, a civil rights hero, was denied a chance to speak. A lot of the beauty in us and in our society that’s normally hidden under a bushel was allowed to shine in Occupy. So was a lot of ugliness.

Can you say more about Jay Z and the T-shirts?

People were very sensitive to rip-offs and co-optation. It was a tough decision because if the shirts had been around they might have led to more connections to communities of color.

Is there a revolution from the past that inspires you more than any other?

It's hard to pick a revolution about which one doesn't have major misgivings. Every revolution betrays. But they also have their peak moments: the nuns kneeling before Marcos' tanks in the Philippines; the queer crusaders emerging out of the Sixties; the cacophonous assemblies at the Paris Commune; the pockets of anarchist rule in Catalonia; the Christians and Muslims in Tahrir guarding one another's prayers. Still, it's hard to pick one that I'd be willing to wish on anyone.

The Left used to have a monopoly on the word “contradictions.” Now it’s everywhere. What would you say were the main contradictions, in the Marxist/Maoist sense, of Occupy?

So many: autonomy and accountability, sanity and madness, order and mischief, creativity and frustration, occupation and colonization, relief and recovery, grievance and self-sufficiency, ecstasy and failure. The moment these contradictions resolved themselves, and one element in them came to dominate over the other, the dynamism went away.

Why do you think it is that every generation in America over the past 60 years or so has wanted to define itself in opposition to an earlier and an older generation? Why not emphasize continuities between generations?

Occupy had the potential to be powerfully cross-generational. From the outset, young folks were driving it, but they were very eager to hear from elders. They wanted advice, support and help. Many leading organizers had grown up in political families, and, while they viewed their parents as more moderate than themselves, they credited their upbringing for their politics.

Sounds like you have a theory on this. 

I think that the Sixties generation of radicals had to rebel so hard against their parents that, when they became the new establishment in left wing groups, they had an Oedipal fear that later generations would do the same to them. So they didn't make a priority of raising young leaders.

If you look around at the established radical organizations, especially in New York City, you'll be hard-pressed to find more than a tiny minority of young people involved. But as those who turned out for Occupy showed, it's not for lack of young activists. Before and after Occupy, young folks eager to get involved in radical politics had to hustle to find mentors and material support. Friends of mine affiliated with the political right don’t seem to have this problem.

Are you calling for defiance against older generations?

I’m trying to bridge the gaps between generations. I tend to get along with older people.

My favorite political quotation is from Gramsci about the pessimism of the intellect and the optimism of the will. What’s yours?

Mine is the entirety of the commencement speech that the poet-priest (and friend) Daniel Berrigan once gave at a Catholic prep school in Manhattan: "Know where you stand and stand there." Not that I follow it, really -- I just like it.

What’s your connection to Berrigan?

We met about five years ago. I started going to his monthly community suppers. We talked and saw that we had common interests. I see him regularly now, but his health is deteriorating rapidly. I don’t know how much longer he’ll be around.

In a nutshell what does anarchy mean to you?

A society in which some people don't wield unnecessary power over others, and one in which the needs of all are put before the privileges of a few. "Anarchy" has so many connotations, and in the book I like to play off of several of them at once. It's a very ambidextrous word: chaos, freedom, organization, and structurelessness. I want them all.

[Jonah Raskin, a regular contributor to The Rag Blog, is a professor emeritus at Sonoma State University and the author of For the Hell of It: The Life and Times of Abbie Hoffman and American Scream: Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” and the Making of the Beat Generation. Read more articles by Jonah Raskin on The Rag Blog.]

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24 July 2013

RAG RADIO / Thorne Dreyer : Sociologist, Author, and New Left Pioneer and Critic, Todd Gitlin

Todd Gitlin. Photo by David Shankbone / Wikimedia Commons.
Rag Radio podcast:
Sociologist, media critic, author, 
and SDS pioneer Todd Gitlin
Our discussion with the renowned scholar and author ranges from the legacy of the Port Huron Statement and Gitlin's critical take on the later days of the movement, to the role of mass media in shaping social events.
By Rag Radio / The Rag Blog / July 24, 2013

Todd Gitlin, an American writer, sociologist, and media scholar -- and a pioneer of the '60s New Left and underground press movements -- was Thorne Dreyer's guest on Rag Radio, Friday, July 19, 2013, in the first of two interviews.

Our second on-air visit with Gitlin will take place on Friday, August 9. It will be broadcast live from 2-3 p.m. (CDT) on KOOP 91.7-FM in Austin, Texas, and streamed live on the Internet.

Rag Radio is a syndicated radio program produced at the studios of KOOP, a cooperatively-run all-volunteer community radio station in Austin, Texas.

Listen to or download this episode of Rag Radio here:


Todd Gitlin, an American writer, sociologist, communications scholar, novelist, poet, and public intellectual -- and an early president of the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) -- is the author of 15 books, including Occupy Nation: The Roots, the Spirit, and the Promise of Occupy Wall Street.

He is a professor of journalism and sociology and chair of the Ph. D. program in Communications at Columbia University. He holds degrees from Harvard University (mathematics), the University of Michigan (political science), and the University of California, Berkeley (sociology). He lectures frequently on culture and politics in the United States and abroad

Gitlin is on the editorial board of Dissent and is a contributing writer to Mother Jones. His writing has appeared in The New York Times, Los Angeles Times, Washington Post, San Francisco Chronicle, and many more.

His other books, several of which have won major awards, include The Sixties: Years of Hope, Days of Rage, The Whole World Is Watching, Media Unlimited: How the Torrent of Images and Sounds Overwhelms Our Lives, and The Twilight of Common Dreams: Why America Is Wracked by Culture Wars.

Todd Gitlin was the third president of SDS, in 1963-64, and was coordinator of the SDS Peace Research and Education Project in 1964-65, during which time he helped organize the first national demonstration against the Vietnam War and the first American demonstrations against corporate aid to the apartheid regime in South Africa.

During 1968-69, he was an editor and writer for the San Francisco Express Times, and through 1970 wrote widely for the underground press. In 2003-06, he was a member of the Board of Directors of Greenpeace USA.

On the show we discuss the lasting legacy of SDS and the Port Huron Statement; Gitlin's critiques of the '60s movement and the Left involving issues like violence -- especially in the case of the Weather Underground and later Black Panther Party -- and "identity politics"; the role of the mass media in shaping our understanding of events, including social movements; and some reflections on the Occupy Wall Street movement.


Rag Radio is hosted and produced by Rag Blog editor and long-time alternative journalist Thorne Dreyer, a pioneer of the Sixties underground press movement.

The show has aired since September 2009 on KOOP 91.7-FM, an all-volunteer cooperatively-run community radio station in Austin, Texas. Rag Radio is broadcast live every Friday from 2-3 p.m. (CDT) on KOOP and is rebroadcast on Sundays at 10 a.m. (EDT) on WFTE, 90.3-FM in Mt. Cobb, PA, and 105.7-FM in Scranton, PA.

The show is streamed live on the web by both stations and, after broadcast, all Rag Radio shows are posted as podcasts at the Internet Archive.

Rag Radio is produced in association with The Rag Blog, a progressive Internet newsmagazine, and the New Journalism Project, a Texas 501(c)(3) nonprofit corporation. Tracey Schulz is the show's engineer and co-producer.

Rag Radio can be contacted at ragradio@koop.org.

Coming up on Rag Radio:
THIS FRIDAY,
July 26, 2013: Sanford, FL-based political science prof Jay D. Jurie and Austin lawyer Gary Bledsoe, President of the Texas NAACP, on the consequences of the Trayvon Martin verdict.
Friday, August 2, 2013: Linda Litowsky and Stefan Wray of ChannelAustin on the historic significance of public access television.
Friday, August 9, 2013: We continue our discussion with sociologist, author, and New Left pioneer Todd Gitlin.

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11 December 2012

BOOKS / Ron Jacobs : 'We Are Many' Offers Thoughtful Analysis of Occupy Movement


From occupation to liberation:
A review of 'We Are Many'

By Ron Jacobs / The Rag Blog / December 11, 2012
This aesthetically pleasing volume has the best overall take to date on the meaning of Occupy, its shortcomings and strengths, and its potential future.
[We Are Many: Reflections on Movement Strategy from Occupation to Liberation, edited by Kate Khatib, Margaret Killjoy, and Mike McGuire; Afterword by David Graeber (2012: AK Press); Paperback; 355 pp; $21.]

Despite a myriad of obituaries for the movement that began in Manhattan in September 2011, the people of Occupy refuse to let it die.

There are hundreds involved in the Occupy Sandy effort in the New York City region following the devastation of Tropical Storm Sandy. Individuals and groups connected to Occupy Wall Street have organized relief efforts that are feeding and caring for thousands of people left without power, work, and homes.

Those being helped are primarily the working poor and folks on assistance. They are also those traditional relief efforts tend to ignore, precisely because of their income status and, in the USA, also perhaps because of their skin tone or ethnic origin.

The vastness of the Occupy Sandy effort is testament to the Occupy movement's most obvious strength: its ability to organize rapidly and from the ground up.

Since the advent of Occupy and the demise of its encampments, there have been millions of words written about the movement. From Fox News to the Revolutionary Communist Party's journal Revolution; from Le Monde to the Jerusalem Post; and numerous journals, websites, blogs and television networks, Occupy Wall Street and the movement it spawned provoked a storm of commentary.

Some of it was sensationalist and some of it perhaps overly academic. It was occasionally overly laudatory and often overly critical. Overall, however, the press coverage did something that one could argue no left-leaning movement since the 1960s and 1970s had done. It changed the nature of the national conversation.

Like the black liberation and antiwar movement of those decades long past changed the way mainstream America thought about the treatment of African Americans and the nature of its foreign policy, Occupy changed the way mainstream America thought about its economic system. Or, maybe it just vocalized thoughts people had held but did not know how to vocalize in a way that would draw some attention.

A year later there have been a number of column inches written about Occupy and its meaning. The articles written in the mainstream press tend to acknowledge Occupy's influence in the national conversation. At the same time, these articles tend to diminish its long term role. Perhaps because it is too early to tell. Perhaps because they hope it doesn't have one.

Occupy was the greatest manifestation of anti-authoritarian organizing in the United States in recent history. It proved that spontaneity can work. The taking of property and occupying it is a radical act in itself and obviously one the powers that be find threatening.

The involvement of the houseless was and is important. Their presence and involvement not only made the gross shortcomings of monopoly capitalism real, they also provided food and a reaffirmation of value to those on the streets and an experience at self organizing for all. Yet, it suffered from some of the same ills present in the larger society: racism, sexis, and questions around violence and leadership.

Occupy was/is not a movement that began with highly defined politics. This was its strength and its weakness. Many different philosophies set up camp under its banner. Anarchists, socialists, libertarians, and liberals. Even the occasional tea partier and Democrat.

Yet, despite this multitude of philosophies that came to share the Occupy camps, the one that was its impetus remains a generally defined type of left anarchism. Somewhat situationist like the poster artists of Paris in May 1968 while also derivative of the squatters' movement of the 1970s and 1980s in Europe, Occupy also drew from the anarchism of the Yippies, the counterculture of the 1960s, and the punk culture that came later. Therefore, it would seem that the best analysis of Occupy would come from folks that had similar roots.

Guess what? The best analysis of Occupy does come from such folks. Titled We Are Many: Reflections on Movement Strategy from Occupation to Liberation and published by AK Press, this aesthetically pleasing volume has the best overall take to date on the meaning of Occupy, its shortcomings and strengths, and its potential future.

Never shortchanging the arguments within the movement, the writers collected in We Are Many take on the questions of racism, sexism, the Black Bloc, and the cops, and they do so in an intelligent and lively manner. No other group of writers has done so well in exploring the Occupy movement from within its ranks. In fact, no other group of writers has done so well in exploring the Occupy movement, period.

Unlike earlier books about Occupy, most of which were published either during the life of the encampments or immediately after, We Are Many has the perspective a little time often provides. Away from the intensity of battles with police and the day-to-day reality of camping in the middle of some urban space, this book presents the reader with thoughtful essays designed to raise questions about strategy and politics that might have been pushed aside in the aforementioned day-to-day reality.

Earlier writings about Occupy were often chronicles of organizing; sometimes those chronicles were objective attempts to describe the daily life of the writer and those around them; other times they were impressionistic attempts to do the same thing.

We Are Many has its share of these essays, yet even those indicate a deeper reflection and understanding of Occupy's historical meaning and the potential it unleashed for the future of oppositional and extra-parliamentary movements, especially in the United States.

Writers who appear in this volume include some names fairly well known in anti-authoritarian and left circles: Cindy Milstein, Vijay Prashad, Frances Fox Piven, Andy Cornell, David Graeber, George Cicciariello-Maher, and the Crimethinc Collective, to name just a few. This list is a small representation of the more than 50 writers and artists collected here.

AK Press has done a great service by publishing them together in this volume. Like so many of the publications released by this collective, not only is this book filled with good, thoughtful writing and great art, it is attractively presented. These writers take a hard look at manifestations of racism and sexism in the movement; they discuss the nature of violence and its role in popular movements; and they discuss these and other questions from a perspective that represents the grassroots democratic and anti-capitalist philosophy that motivated the movement.

We do not know what will happen next with the movement awakened by that first presence in lower Manhattan back in the autumn of 2011. In Europe, general strikes and daily protests continue to occur as neoliberal capitalism takes its ransom from governments across the continent. In the Middle East and Central Asia, wars continue to flare and military occupations continue to be challenged.

In North America, the corporate and financial elites continue to ravish the economy and politicians conspire to destroy the remaining social welfare and retirement systems previous generations fought hard to build. WalMart workers are organizing unions and Quebec students fought against university privatization moves and won.

It is not the end of the battle, but the beginning. Onward.

[Rag Blog contributor Ron Jacobs is the author of The Way The Wind Blew: A History of the Weather Underground. He recently released a collection of essays and musings titled Tripping Through the American Night. His latest novel, The Co-Conspirator's Tale, is published by Fomite. His first novel, Short Order Frame Up, is published by Mainstay Press. Ron Jacobs can be reached at ronj1955@gmail.com. Find more articles by Ron Jacobs on The Rag Blog.]

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15 November 2012

Tom Hayden : Sticking It to Wall Street

The fallen bull. Image from Tumblr.

A legacy of Occupy:
Sticking it to Wall Street
The Occupy movement energized a vanguard of voters to become more populist in their demands.
By Tom Hayden / The Rag Blog / November 15, 2012

It is unfortunate that Occupy Wall Street lost its momentum after the uprisings of 2011, because the election and its results have opened another opportunity to stick it to Wall Street and choke and reform the “great vampire squid” for another next generation. As I wrote six months ago in The Nation:
This year marks the first presidential campaign in our lifetime when the gluttony of Wall Street, the failures of capitalism, the evils of big money in politics and a discussion of fundamental reform will be front and center in election debates. No doubt the crisis that gave rise to Occupy will not be fixed by an election, but that’s beside the point. Elections produce popular mandates, and mandates spur popular activism. It’s time to organize a progressive majority.
From the general Occupy standpoint, Obama was just another Wall Street candidate, and the elections did not matter much anyway. That is a tragic view to take, since it robbed Occupy of an occasion to take credit and feel empowered -- “Fired up! Ready to go!” as the Obama multitudes say. In fact, Occupy did influence the election, did influence the outcome, and did shape the mandate, without, in most cases, its members even voting for Obama. Hopefully they will try to shape the terms of the bailout ahead.

The Occupy movement influenced the political climate in which Obama and his advisers chose to attack Romney as an agent of Bain Capital; incidentally, against the strong preferences of such powerful Democratic figures as Bill Clinton and Cory Booker, the Newark mayor who publicly said he was “nauseated” by the president’s attack on private equity.

The Occupy movement energized a vanguard of voters to become more populist in their demands. The Occupy movement surely helped make it possible for Elizabeth Warren to ride the wave to Washington. And those were only some of the aftershocks of Occupy long after it faded from the streets and headlines.

Wall Street, which did everything in its considerable power to turn on and defeat Obama, now thinks it is “time to mend fences.” (New York Times, November 8, 2012) But if Obama and Axelrod retain any of their Chicago political instincts, there should be some payback before any mending takes place. If Obama is forced to compromise his preferences on the fiscal cliff, reforming Wall Street is where he should be able to implement his words from the campaign trail.

If Obama had to stock his cabinet with Wall Street players in order to avoid total economic disaster in 2009, now he can offer some new choices and directions. Where is Ralph Nader when we need him?

Obama should stick it to Wall Street and make it hurt so badly that they will never forget the screws in this lifetime.

First, Obama should encourage Harry Reid to put Elizabeth Warren on the Senate Banking Committee and empower a de facto reform bloc of Sherrod Brown, Bernie Sanders, Tammy Baldwin, Richard Blumenthal, Tom Harkin, Chris Murphy, Al Franken, Jon Tester, and Warren, among others. Let progressive populist leadership come out of the new Senate. Second, deeper public hearings should bore into the scandal and call the attention of public watchdogs over the obscure process of writing Dodd-Frank regulations on derivatives and hedge fund manipulations.

Wall Street lobbyists are already preparing a "lobbying frenzy” against the administration’s tentative plan to “apply derivatives rules to American banks trading overseas.” (New York Times, November 8, 2012) As Obama promised long ago about health care, such Wall Street plans should be exposed on television at every turn because, like mushrooms, they only grow in the dark.

This opening of the process for all to see can be achieved if there is aggressive monitoring of a U.S. senator. Wall Street somehow thinks its world will conveniently go dark as they lobby in stealth to weaken the Volcker Rule, contain the Commodity Futures Trading Commission, and legislate a diluted authority for other key agencies.

The opportunity to prolong the recent ideological and values debate may increase, not subside. On the left, an opportunity still exists to enter the debate loud and clear with concrete demands.

To “occupy” Wall Street is no longer a policy demand, if it ever was. Extending democracy to Wall Street might be a better and bolder banner -- with proposals for greater disclosure, accountability, regulation in the public interest, a ban on secret donors to campaigns, a Robin Hood transactions tax, and a long state-by-state campaign to eliminate the Citizens United decision.

The theme song might be Leonard Cohen’s “Democracy Is Coming to the USA.”

[Tom Hayden is a former California state senator and leader of Sixties peace, justice, and environmental movements. He currently teaches at Pitzer College in Los Angeles. His latest book is The Long Sixties. Hayden is director of the Peace and Justice Resource center and editor of The Peace Exchange Bulletin. Read more of Tom Hayden's writing on The Rag Blog.]

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28 August 2012

Marilyn Katz : Whose Election is This Anyway?

Is it about them? Or us? Caricatures by DonkeyHotey.

Whose election is this anyway?
It’s not about Obama or Romney. It’s about us.
By Marilyn Katz / The Rag Blog / August 28, 2012

Without Occupy, without women, without the young, no progress would have been made. And it is these forces that the Right is working to defeat.

Something strange is occurring in America. While right-wing Republicans -- oligarchs and dirt-poor fundamentalists alike -- are marshalling money and troops for the coming presidential elections, progressives seem stuck in some kind of existential dilemma.

Not only does the latest Washington Post poll show Republican enthusiasm for the election outpacing Democratic, at a recent dinner of long-time progressive women activists, I heard it argued that the reelection of Obama really wasn’t that important and perhaps it would be better if Romney won -- so that a target of Republican ire would be removed from debate about the real issues.

On Sunday, as usual, I listened on NPR to the tirades of Tavis Smiley and Cornel West, who spend more time fulminating about what Obama hasn’t done than focusing on an intransigent and reactionary Republican congressional bloc. And when fundraising among folks who contributed time and money in the last election, I am too often met with, “I think I’ll sit this one out.”

These facts and comments are disturbing both because they portend poor outcomes for Obama and because they indicate a fundamental misunderstanding of what this election is about.

While on the surface the election -- like all elections -- is a contest between Romney and Obama, in fact this election, as in 2008, is not about “them” but about us -- what we fought for, what we’ve gained and what we stand to win or lose.

Obama ascended to the presidency on the aspirations, energy, and efforts of millions of women, minorities, peace advocates and labor activists, who saw in an Obama victory the hope for a completion of the unrealized promise of America. Coming from the anti-war movement, environmental action groups, students, unions, churches, synagogues, mosques, and our homes, we coalesced around the Obama presidential effort and built one of the most extraordinary grassroots electoral campaigns in U.S. history.

And it is this movement, its agenda -- as well as the man -- that the Right has worked to impede and disempower from the very first moment.

While the Right’s pundits distract the nation by bashing Obama and belittling every one of his accomplishments, their financers and strategists have worked feverishly -- both in Congress and, as importantly, in the states -- to thwart the agenda and the movement.

In 2011 alone, more than 1,100 bills related to reproductive rights were introduced in state legislatures, and 92 laws restricting abortion access were passed in 24 states. Eighteen states enacted legislation restricting the right of workers to unionize. Working people are now not only faced with off-shoring but also with “off-stating”: corporations moving jobs to states with more “business-friendly” policies.

And most tellingly, under the subterfuge of “preventing voter fraud,” this year alone 38 states have introduced legislation to restrict voting rights and 14 states have passed such laws -- all aimed at minorities, seniors, and the young.

Progressives, on the other hand, have waited on the sidelines (with the exception of the battle of Wisconsin), mostly watching to see what the president did and how he fared -- as if the issues, struggles, and victories were not ours.

Although our reticence is certainly the result of many things -- high unemployment, the disconnection of the Administration with the grass roots movement that brought Obama to the White House -- I believe that the sense of disengagement and disappointment is an indication of the success that Karl Rove and other Republican strategists have had in infecting our thinking.

Each day the Right’s pundits, from Ann Coulter to Rush Limbaugh to the entire Fox News lineup, spend countless hours not only pooh-poohing Obama but also telling the nation that we were fools to believe in “hope and change.” With an incessant drumbeat of negativity, they insist that Obama is a fraud, that nothing has changed, nor can it, nor should it ever.

And we have been lulled into complacency. When, for the first time ever, a national healthcare law was passed that provided critical benefits for young people, women, and those with “pre-existing conditions,” we let the pundits lament what we didn’t get rather than celebrate what we did.

When investment in the auto industry actually worked and saved millions of jobs, we said little to laud it. When the stimulus bill yielded billions of dollars and jobs for our cities, we did little to press for its continuation.

When the Republican attempt to impose a “balanced budget” was defeated (in great part thanks to the Occupy movement), we greeted it with a yawn, although the victory was one of the clearest indications of our power and influence.

When the last troops left Iraq, we let the Right define the moment as a loss for the United States rather than the culmination of the anti-war movement’s eight-year campaign for withdrawal and the president’s making good on his commitment.

These were not only serious mistakes, but indicators of how much we have been affected by the narrative of those who would destroy both the man and the movement.

History is made by those who claim it, and we have let the Right write the history of these past four years -- to our detriment and our peril. Every victory that has been won these past years is a reflection of the forces that were in play in 2008. Without Occupy, without women, without the young, no progress would have been made. And it is these forces that the Right is working -- through their mantras, through the media, and through state laws -- to defeat.

Our dissatisfaction with the slow pace of progress plays straight into Republican hands. The message from a well-financed opposition echoes in our ears: that hope is an illusion and change is not possible.

The truth is that hope is essential. The tension between what is and what should be has always been the springboard for real change. What we do matters. The choices are ours. We need to make the right ones.

[An anti-war and civil rights organizer during the Vietnam War, Marilyn Katz helped organize security during the August 1968 protests at the Democratic National Convention. Katz has founded and led groups like the Chicago Women’s Union, Reproductive Rights National Network, and Chicago Women Organized for Reproductive Choice in the 1960s and 1970s, and Chicagoans Against War in Iraq in 2002. The founder and president of Chicago-based MK Communications, Katz can be contacted at mkatz@mkcpr.com. This article was also published at In These Times. Read more articles by Marilyn Katz on The Rag Blog.]

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17 April 2012

Danny Schechter : Adbusters' 'Battle for the Soul of Occupy'

Graphic from AdBusters.

Here we go again:
Battle for the 'soul' of Occupy
AdBusters' latest communiqué is offered up almost like a new commandment from the mountaintop of political purity.
By Danny Schechter / The Rag Blog / April 17, 2012

Perhaps my problem is that I live in too many worlds at the same time, while many political eras live in me.

That may be why I responded so negatively to a recent polemic wrapped up in a poetic communique from AdBusters, the culture jammers in Canada, who do so much good work (and often so creatively) battling the consumption virus promoted by big corporations many of us have grown to despise.

I respect their magazine and marvel at the impact they have had in helping to stir Occupy Wall Street into existence. They clearly feel a sense of ownership in the movement and act not just as the midwife that promoted the occupy idea, but as the guardians of their version of the movement’s essence, as if they own the copyright and have to defend it aggressively in the court of public opinion.

Their latest communiqué, directed to “jammers, occupiers and Springtime dreamers,” is offered up almost like a new commandment from the mountaintop of political purity, warning one and all “that a new enemy is in their midst that is... threatening to neutralize our insurgency with an insidious campaign of donor money and co-optation.”

Batten down the hatches! Defend the ramparts! Fly the flag!

They then call for a “fight to the finish” to defend the “soul of Occupy” that they claim is menaced by a “THEY” that is out to get us like some boogie man that acts like a virus and can’t be resisted. Will “Black Block” militants become their enforcers?

Who is the THEY? Nefarious bankers on Wall Street? The CIA and Blackwater-type mercenaries? Karl Rove and the Koch Brothers?

No, their new enemy is pictured not as an external threat representing the status but an internal one they have no use for.

Read on: “First they silenced our uprising with a media blackout… then they smashed our encampments with midnight paramilitary raids... “ And now? They are planning to destroy all that that we built.

Suddenly the brutal police raids on Occupy and the initial media indifference are conflated with alleged operatives of the Obama campaign on a stealth mission of cooptation.

There’s no real evidence cited, but that’s not the point of this appeal to fear and unity. Political paranoia is always driven by what COULD happen, not, necessarily, what is happening,

The political theory behind all this is that Occupy is not just the vanguard of the revolution but the revolution itself, and is in danger of being stifled by reformers who fear its imminent success in toppling capitalism. How realistic is that?

This worst case scenario is projected as a coordinated and calculated strategy by groups they put down in terms reminiscent of the way the Chinese cultural revolution demonized and stigmatized millions of people as counterrevolutionaries that tore the Chinese Revolution apart using strident ideology to silence a “class enemy.”

Were there class enemies? Sure, there always are, but thousands of innocent people were accused and abused by ultra leftists on a mission from Mao.

Today’s self-appointed and unelected commissars of new consciousness say they see a new set of counter-revolutionaries out to snuff Occupy/

They ask:
Will you allow Occupy to become a project of the old left, the same cabal of old world thinkers who have blunted the possibility of revolution for decades? Will you allow MoveOn, The Nation and Ben & Jerry to put the brakes on our Spring Offensive and turn our struggle into a “99% Spring” reelection campaign for President Obama?
Is this really what is happening or is it more like a conspiratorial fabrication? Is this type of insulting language really appropriate for a movement that claims to be democratic and inclusive?

MoveOn and Van Jones have denied they are trying to control the movement, refuse to speak in its name, and couldn't steal its thunder if they wanted to. The Nation is just one magazine of many that has been sympathetic to Occupy, but also supports the more structured but very democratic resistance in Wisconsin that Ad Busters ignores.

Ben & Jerry are individuals, former business partners, who want to help by raising money for Occupy after consulting with many activists on how they could be helpful. They seem sincere to me.

Why is all this so threatening? Why the fearful and purist denunciation? Can't they respect people who -- unlike Occupy’s core activists -- don’t make decisions at General Assemblies.?

Occupy has in the past sought coalitions with labor unions and black community groups that often have more traditional leadership structures. They haven’t tried to dictate politically correct processes that allies and supporters must accept. Why this intolerance now?

By the way, I have been pouring my heart out in books, blogs, films, and opinion pieces about the failures of the Obama Administration in combating the financial crimes that enabled the depression we are coping with. My latest exposes the campaign’s pandering on terrorism and threatening Iran.

MoveOn would not help me promote my work, and neither has The Nation, really, or, for that matter, Ben & Jerry, whose work I admired more before they sold their company to a mainstream corporation (although they have been engaged in admirable campaigns challenging military spending for years).

That doesn’t make them all sellouts. Even if in the eyes of some they are the “enemy” because they aren’t “horizontal” enough, or anti-capitalist enough, or anarchistic enough, and may act more like reformers than Ad Buster-approved revolutionaries.

On Friday, NYU hosted a tribute to the 50th anniversary of the Port Huron Statement, the founding document of SDS that sparked activism in the 1960’s. Former SDS leader Tom Hayden was on hand to tell some stories about that era.

He noted that the central idea of Port Huron, “participatory democracy,” also appears in Occupy’s first declaration, suggesting continuity with the so-called “old thinkers” that AdBusters gratuitously derides.

He also recounted how liberals with whom SDS were aligned at first demanded that their movement become more outspokenly anti-communist, even as the movement rejected the cold war.

When SDS wouldn’t go along with this arrogant old left thinking, (funded in part by the CIA), there was an internal “trial” and interrogation that led to SDS’ defunding and ouster from its offices.

According to Hayden, it was a scene right out of Kafka, not unlike the tone of this recent communiqué.

SDS stood true to its principles and politics and refused to work with the people who tried to control them.

The result: they grew more influential. They successfully resisted cooptation and fought for racial justice and against the war in Vietnam. They supported organizing on campuses and in communities. They challenged the Democratic Party, which later also fragmented over the war with Richard Nixon the ultimate beneficiary of all the discord.

SDS couldn’t find a way of bridging its own ideological divides and the movement broke into warring factions that led to an organizational implosion. There also was plenty of paranoia and repression with the government covertly pitting one group against the other, using the FBI, racism, and phony patriotism.

There is plenty of blame to go around. And there may be parallels here with this call to “save the soul” of Occupy.

Can we learn from this destructive history of acrimony and sectarianism or are we doomed to repeat it?

[News Dissector Danny Schechter wrote Occupy: Dissecting Occupy Wall Street (Cosimo Books) based on his coverage for his Newsdissector.net, Al Jazeera.com, and other outlets including The Rag Blog, and also directed a TV film on the organization of Zuccotti Park. Earlier, he was an activist in the civil rights, anti-war and anti-apartheid movements. Email Danny at dissector@mediachannel.org. Read more articles by Danny Schechter on The Rag Blog.]

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29 February 2012

Rag Radio : The Occupy Movement and Activism in Austin

Occupy activists in the studios of KOOP-FM, Austin, February 24, 2012. From left, Richard Bowden, Joe Cooper, Mo McMorrow, Nate Cowan, Brian J. Overman, Lucian Villaseñor, and Rag Radio host Thorne Dreyer. Photo by Tracey Schulz / Rag Radio.

Rag Radio:
Representatives of the Occupy movement
discuss activist projects in Austin


By Rag Radio / The Rag Blog / February 29, 2012

A group of Austin activists discussed the Occupy Austin movement with host Thorne Dreyer on Rag Radio last Friday, February 24, 2012.
Listen to the show here.

Representatives of the Occupy Austin Movement on
Rag Radio with Thorne Dreyer, Friday, Feb. 24, 2012


They talked about Occupy Austin, and plans for Occupy Southby -- a series of events, including the Million Musicians March for Peace, a yearly Austin tradition -- scheduled to occur during the massive South by Southwest music, film, and interactive festival, March 9-March 18, 2012.

Representatives of Occupy UT discussed the movement on the campus of the University of Texas at Austin, including plans for a Teach-In and other events scheduled for Thursday, March 1, on the UT campus. And the group also included representatives of the Legion Co-Op Coffeehouse, a soon-to-open worker-owned coffeehouse that grew out of the occupy movement in Austin.

The guests included Richard Bowden, an Austin fiddler extraordinaire, long-time peace activist, and primary organizer of the Million Musicians March for Peace, Austin's unique, musician-led, annual community peace event. Joining Bowden on the show was Austin-based singer-songwriter Mo McMorrow, who has also worked as a visual artist, actress, and stand-up comic. McMorrow and Bowden performed live during the show.

Others on the program included Joe Cooper, who has been involved in Occupy Austin since the first planning meeting in September 2011, and was present almost daily during the four months of the 24/7 occupation; and Lucian Villaseñor, a student in Mexican-American Studies at the University of Texas at Austin and an intern with the Workers Defense Project, who is a primary organizer of Occupy UT.

Also, Nate Cowan, an organizer of the worker-owned Legion Co-Op Coffeehouse, who has been a peace activist since high school, where he started Youth Activists of Austin to fight military recruiting in schools, and who has worked full-time with Occupy Austin; and Brian J. Overman, a writer and video producer, who is also an Occupy Austin activist and a developer of the cooperative coffeehouse which organizers envision as both a "sustainable economic model and a safe space for local activists."

This episode of Rag Radio was produced during the spring membership drive of KOOP 91-7-FM, Austin's cooperatively-run community radio station; fundraising pitches, underwriting announcements, and recorded music have not been edited out of the podcast.

Image from *eddie's photostream / Flickr.


Rag Radio, which has aired since September 2009 on KOOP 91.7-FM, a cooperatively-run all-volunteer community radio station in Austin, Texas, features hour-long in-depth interviews and discussion about issues of progressive politics, culture, and history.

Hosted and produced by Rag Blog editor Thorne Dreyer, Rag Radio is broadcast every Friday from 2-3 p.m. (CST) on KOOP and streamed live on the web. After broadcast, all episodes are posted as podcasts and can be downloaded at the Internet Archive.

Rag Radio is also rebroadcast on Sundays at 10 a.m. (EST) on WFTE, 90.3-FM in Mt. Cobb, PA, and 105.7-FM in Scranton, PA. Rag Radio is produced in the KOOP studios, in association with The Rag Blog, a progressive internet newsmagazine, and the New Journalism Project, a Texas 501(c)(3) nonprofit corporation.

Tracey Schulz is the show's engineer and co-producer.

Coming up on Rag Radio:

March 2, 2012: Music writer Margaret Moser and screen actor Sonny Carl Davis on the movie, Roadie, the Austin Music Awards, and SXSW.
March 9, 2012: Singer-songwriter & author Bobby Bridger on the lasting impact of Native-American culture on American society.
March 16, 2012: Journalist and labor activist David Bacon on how U.S. policies fueled Mexico's great migration.

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22 February 2012

Harry Targ : Hoosier Teach-In and the Question of Historical Narratives

Members of Occupy Purdue demonstrate on Dec. 11, 2011. Photo by Steven Yang / The Exponent.

Hoosier teach-in:
Narratives of labor and elections pose
big questions for Occupy movement


By Harry Targ / The Rag Blog / February 22, 2012

WEST LAFAYETTE, Indiana -- Last week a group of Hoosier Occupiers met in a “teach-in” format to discuss how movements for change can and should relate to the labor movement and the working class at large.

The event, hosted by Occupy Purdue, was held in a community center in West Lafayette, Indiana. An extended panel included a faculty member from African American Studies on campus, a Unite-Here organizer, an activist from the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, and representatives from the International Socialist Organization and the Committees of Correspondence for Democracy and Socialism.

The panel moderator skillfully questioned panelists and encouraged what became rich and thorough discussion and debate with attendees who were not designated panel speakers but shared the interest and much of the experience of those who were the panelists.

Virtually everyone recognized the problems and strengths of the movements that sprung up last summer, saw the necessity to move ahead with new ideas about organizing and educating many publics, and believed in the necessity of building a broad working class movement. Most felt that the working class constitutes the vast majority of people, whether they are in unions or not.

The knowledge, experience, and passion of all who attended this event were palpable and gave reason to be hopeful about the possibilities for progressive change in the months and years ahead. While teach-in participants agreed on most things, tensions were noted in at least three areas that so often surface as progressive movements are launched. While these tensions may not be easily resolvable, they need to be part of the consciousness of participants as they develop their day-to-day programs.

The first issue has to do with historical narratives. Many participants told historical stories that justified advocacy for particular strategies for building a mass movement. These narratives were stories about the origins of political movements, their participants, the issues they engaged in, the outcomes of their activities, and their connection to the projects that contemporary activists are pursuing.

Teach-in narratives addressed class, race, and gender. Some emphasized workers and class struggle, others talked about labor militancy and the construction of labor unions, and still others emphasized the deleterious consequences of racism and sexism in the labor movement.

There was also a current among the story-tellers about how organized labor had betrayed the working class with the implication that the movements of the 21st century must distinguish between workers in general and workers in unions.

One narrative addressed the issue of race and the organized labor movement in the United States. Historical examples of organized labor’s racist practices included reference to exclusionary clauses requiring that Black and white union locals be segregated or that only limited numbers of African-Americans ever became labor movement leaders.

Beginning a narrative of class and race by identifying certain key dates, for example, the founding of the American Federation of Labor, the rejection by white workers of integrated unions in the packinghouses of Chicago in 1919, or the racism that impaired the campaign to organize the South in “Operation Dixie,” can make this point.

On the other hand, if the class and race narrative begins with the anti-racism of the Knights of Labor and the Industrial Workers of the World in the 1880s, or the struggles around slogans of “Black-White Unite and Fight” in CIO organizing drives of industrial workers in the 1930s, or left unions going South after World War II to organize integrated unions, or the significant support given the foundation of the Southern Christian Leadership Council (SCLC) by the United Auto Workers and the United Packinghouse Workers of America (both affiliated with the new AFL-CIO), then the story is different.

The point here is that the adoption of one or another narrative of the past has consequences for political activism today and tomorrow. Activists today do not need to accept one narrative over another. They just must recognize that each narrative tells part of the story that is critical for today’s work.

To some degree the discussion on race and class at the teach-in reflected the recognition that in this case, there are different narratives about class, race, and labor. Maybe in the end activists are best served by learning the lessons from very different narratives.

A second issue that inevitably comes up at every movement-building discussion has to do with relations between the left and elections. On the one hand, electoral work is taxing, absorbing time and money. Passions are energized by electoral work and oftentimes the candidates selected only minimally satisfy the goals electoral activists are seeking. Sometimes compromises are carried out by candidates progressives support that are on balance net losses for the people.

In the history of the two-party system of the United States, there usually has been limited ability for progressive voices to be heard. Progressives are mired in the classic “lesser of two evils,” conundrum. This problem is exacerbated by the transformation of the electoral system into a sports contest. The media identifies certain “stars” who become the subject of 24/7 news coverage as personalities with little or no attention to political issues.

However, elections, at state and local as well as national levels, do matter to large portions of the working class. For example, as a result of the 2010 elections, union rights have been reduced through passage of Right-to-Work and anti-collective bargaining laws. The loss of Medicaid coverage for women who seek reproductive health services from Planned Parenthood will have disastrous consequences for large numbers of customers. Defunding of public institutions and services -- education, libraries, transportation -- hit working people the hardest.

And elected officials get to appoint full-time judges from district courts to the Supreme Court. It is clear that one of the least observed outcomes of the “Reagan Revolution” is the life-time appointments of federal judges that have ruled in ways that have destroyed worker, citizen, and women’s rights. The criminal “justice” system has qualitatively advanced the prison-industrial complex during the last decade.

The contradictory character of elections suggests that the left may need a variegated strategy that addresses participation or non-participation at state and local levels as well as at the national level; that works for and against key critical candidates; that campaigns around issues relevant to class, race, and gender; and that uses the electoral arena to politicize and mobilize the vast majority.

Of course, in certain political and geographic spaces, organizing third parties might serve many of these purposes.

The final issue that activists struggle over has to do with who they are. It is often the case that activists have developed an intellectual pedigree. They have read theory and history, and many come out of movements that provide important experiences.

At the same time, there are much larger numbers of workers and others who share the basic values of the most active and who have an experiential pedigree. For a variety of reasons, large numbers of politically alert and conscious workers have not engaged in political struggles on a regular basis. But many of these workers are members of organizations that in the main have articulated progressive agendas: from the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, to the American Federation of Labor and Congress of Industrial Organizations, to the National Organization of Women, to the Sierra Club.

In the end activists, who are the most committed in the sense of time and resources, should be sympathetic to the existing mass organizations. In other words, activists need to work with their brothers and sisters in a whole array of organizational contexts to build networks and break down barriers between different political voices.

Activists need to shed their own sense of superiority while they work with non-movement activists to reduce broad stereotypes and forms of suspiciousness among those in the popular organizations.

So this wonderful encounter in West Lafayette brought together activists from around the state; people of different ages and backgrounds; reflected class, race and gender; and raised directly and by inattention issues critical to building a progressive future. It was clear from the dialogue that narratives, elections, and political identities, in one way or another, constitute continuing hurdles which may be difficult to resolve but should be critically examined.

[Harry Targ is a professor of political science at Purdue University who lives in West Lafayette, Indiana. He blogs at Diary of a Heartland Radical -- and that's also the name of his new book which can be found at Lulu.com. Read more of Harry Targ's articles on The Rag Blog.]

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16 February 2012

Jane Ayers : Willie Nelson and 300,000 Others Sue Monsanto

Willie Nelson. Image from OTRC.

Occupy the Food System:
Willie Nelson and 300,000
other activists sue Monsanto


By Jane Ayers / Reader Supported News / February 16, 2012

Little did Willie Nelson know when he recorded "Crazy" years ago just how crazy it would become for our cherished family farmers in America.

Nelson, president of Farm Aid, recently called for the national Occupy movement to declare an "Occupy the Food System" action. Nelson said that, "Corporate control of our food system has led to the loss of millions of family farmers, destruction of our soil," and much more.

Hundreds of citizens, including New York City chefs in their white chef hats, joined Occupy the Food System groups and Food Democracy Now, and gathered outside the Federal Courts in Manhattan on January 31, to support organic family farmers in their landmark lawsuit against Big Agribusiness giant Monsanto (Organic Seed Growers & Trade Association v. Monsanto).

Oral arguments were heard that day by 83 plaintiffs representing over 300,000 organic farmers, organic seed growers, and organic seed businesses.

The lawsuit addresses the bizarre and shocking issue of Monsanto's harassing and threatening organic farmers with lawsuits for "patent infringement" if any organic farmer ends up with any trace amount of GM seeds on their organic farmland.

Judge Naomi Buckwald heard the oral arguments on Monsanto’s "motion to dismiss," and the legal team from Public Patent Foundation represented the rights of American organic farmers against Monsanto, maker of GM seeds (as well as Agent Orange, dioxin, etc.).

After hearing the arguments, Judge Buckwald stated that on March 31 she will hand down her decision on whether the lawsuit will move forward to trial.

Not only does this lawsuit raise the issue of Monsanto's potentially ruining the organic farmers’ pure seeds and crops with the introduction of Monsanto’s genetically modified (GM) seeds anywhere near the organic farms, but additionally any nearby GM fields that can withstand Monsanto’s Roundup herbicides, thus possibly further contaminating the organic farms nearby if Roundup is used.

Of course, the organic farmers don’t want anything to do with that ol' contaminated GM seed in the first place. In fact, that is why they are certified organic farmers. Hello? But now they have to worry about getting sued by the very monster they abhor, and even have to spend extra money and land (for buffers which only sometimes deter the contaminated seed from being swept by the wind into their crop land).

At this point, they are even having to resort to not growing at all the following organic plants: soybeans, corn, cotton, sugar beets, and canola... just to protect themselves from having any (unwanted) plant that Monsanto could possibly sue them over.

"Crazy, crazy for feeling so….."

The farmers are suffering the threat of possible loss of "right livelihood." They are creating good jobs for Americans, and supplying our purest foods. These organic farmers are bringing Americans healthy food so we can be a healthy nation, instead of the undernourished and obese kids and adults that President Obama worries so much about us becoming.

So what was President Obama doing when he appointed Michael Taylor, a former VP of Monsanto, as senior advisor to the commissioner at the FDA? The FDA is responsible for "label requirements" and recently ruled during Michael Taylor’s time as FDA Food Czar that GMO products did not need to be labeled as such, even though national consumer groups loudly professed the public’s right to know what is genetically modified in the food system.

Sad to remember: President Obama promised in campaign speeches that he would "let folks know what foods are genetically modified." These are the conflicts of interest that lead to the 99% movement standing up for the family farmers.

Just look at the confusing headlines lately that have revealed that Midwestern farms of GM corn will be sprayed with 2,4-D toxins found in the deadly Agent Orange. Just refer to the previous lawsuits taken all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court by U.S. Veterans who tried to argue the dangers of Monsanto’s Agent Orange, and high rates of cancers in our soldiers who had to suffer the side effects from their wartime exposure in Vietnam.

In 1980 alone, when all this mess started with corporations wiping out the livelihoods of family farmers, the National Farm Medicine Center reported that 900 male farmers in the Upper Midwest committed suicide. That was nearly double the national average for white men. Even sadder is the fact that some of the farmers’ children also committed suicide. Studies show that when one generation of family farmers lose their farms, then the next generation usually can’t revive the family business and traditions later.

Jim Gerritsen, president of the Organic Seed Growers and Trade Association, has pointed out that there are fifth- and sixth-generation family farmers being pushed off their farms today, and because of a "climate of fear" (from possible lawsuits from Monsanto), they can’t grow some of the food they want to grow.

These farmers are the ones who have been able to survive the changes over the past 20 years by choosing to go into the budding niche of organic farming. Now look at what they have to deal with while trying to grow successful businesses: Monsanto’s threats.

Even organic dairy farmers have had to suffer lawsuits (from Monsanto) when they labeled their organic milk "non-BGH" referring to Monsanto’s bovine growth hormone used by conventional dairies.

Consumers want organic food, and they want America’s pure food source to stay protected in America. Made in America, organically, is the way of the future, and family farmers and seed businesses should be free to maintain their high standards for organic foods. They deserve protection from Big Agribusiness’ dangerous seeds trespassing on their croplands, not to mention the use of pesticides and herbicides on GM crops.

The organic industry has an "organic seal" which is also important to the success of family businesses, and even that stamp of quality is threatened by the spread of Monsanto’s GM seed contaminating their pure seed banks.

The banking industry is also partly to blame. Years before the mortgage crisis and homes fiasco we have now, the farmers were the first to feel the squeeze. I interviewed Willie Nelson in the 1980’s, and he mentioned even then the high rates of farmer suicides, and that Farm Aid was receiving letters from family farmers saying the banks had "called in their loans," even though "we had never missed a payment."

Was this just a veiled land grab for fertile lands, or an attempt to intentionally bankrupt independent family farmers?

It was so inspiring years ago when Michelle Obama planted an organic garden at the White House. It was a great precedent for the future, but what happened? It was ruined when they discovered sewer sludge from previous administrations had contaminated their beautiful soil where the organic vegetables were planted. Just one small upset but it was remedied for future plantings.

What about our whole country’s organic food supply being contaminated by previous adminstrations’ bad choices? Why did they ever allow Monsanto to introduce genetically engineered seeds into our pure, organic, and heirloom stockpiles across America in the first place?

Recently, the Obama Administration, in an effort to boost food exports, signed joint agreements with agricultural biotechnology industry giants, including Monsanto, to remove the last barriers for the spread of more genetically modified crops.

But in this recent lawsuit filed by the Organic Seed Growers & Trade Association, it was argued that a previous contamination of a "genetically engineered variety of rice," named Liberty Link 601, in 2006, before it was approved for human consumption, "extensively contaminated the commercial rice supply, resulting in multiple countries banning the import of U.S. rice." The worldwide economic loss was "upward to $1.285 billion dollars" due to the presence of GMOs.

What are everyday Americans going to do to turn it around, to get rid of Monsanto’s genetically modified seeds and the threat they pose to America’s heirloom and organic seed caches?

There is a high rate of cancer in America, and eating healthier, especially organic foods, has been shown to have great benefits in beating cancer and other diseases. When we have agribusiness threatening independent family farmers, which leads to the farmers feeling so scared that they don’t even plant their organic crops that Americans need, then perhaps we can all see what the 99% Occupy movement is trying to say about their conflict of interest and seemingly abuse of powers.

Willie Nelson just released a new poem on You Tube: "We stand with Humanity, against the Insanity, We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for… We’re the Seeds and we’re the Core, We’re the ones we’ve been waiting for; We’re the ones with the 99%."

Monsanto’s practices are a clear example of the direction that the 99% don't want our country to go in. How about shining some light on Monsanto, and before it is too late, realizing the dangers of genetically modified seeds which are contaminating the world’s food supply.

"Crazy, crazy for feeling so…… 99% ."

[Jane Ayers is an independent journalist (USA Today, Los Angeles Times, The Nation, SF Chronicle, Truthout) and is director of Jane Ayers Media. She can be reached at ladywriterjane@gmail.com. This article was published by Nation of Change and distributed by Reader Supported News.]

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14 February 2012

William John Cox : Occupy Lubbock Stands Tall in Conservative Texas City



Occupy Lubbock:
Occupiers in conservative Texas city
have support of mayor, some Tea Partiers


By William John Cox / Truthout / February 14, 2012

Although protesters have been driven from their peaceful occupations of almost every location across the nation, including Wall Street, Los Angeles, UC Davis and Oakland [as well as Austin], they have managed to hang on at a busy intersection across the street from Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Texas, one of the most conservative cities in the country.

Even though they are enduring a bitterly cold winter, with a wind chill factor of close to zero on some mornings, it appears the Lubbock occupiers are there to stay. Mayor Tom Martin has said: "The land at 19th and University is street right of way, it's not a park. So there is no curfew on that particular piece of property. The people that are engaged in the Occupy Lubbock movement are exercising First Amendment rights."

The young people who are occupying the encampment are dedicated to getting the word out in a community in which many people are unaware of the occupy movement, and they welcome the rank-and-file members of the Tea Party to join them in their efforts to overcome Citizens United. We should all stand so tall and be so well-spoken.

[William John Cox is a retired prosecutor and public interest lawyer, author, and political activist. His efforts to promote a peaceful political evolution can be found at VotersEvolt.com, his writings are collected at WilliamJohnCox.com, and he can be contacted at u2cox@msn.com. This article was published at and distributed by Truthout.]

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09 February 2012

Dirk Nelson : Walking the Walk at Wall Street

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This photo of an Occupier at Zuccotti Park (Liberty Square) was taken several weeks after the footage of police brutality was posted on YouTube and elsewhere. Considering the government's treatment of the citizenry, the government's attitude toward the banks and corporations, and the NYPD's earlier behavior toward the Occupiers and marchers, the sign held special meaning. Yes, screw us, and we-will-multiply. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.

Occupy Wall Street:
Walking the walk
Some of them carried their messages of anger, hope, contempt, and confrontation while singing songs. Some wore amazing, radiant, eye-twinkling smiles, engaging in uplifting banter, hopeful of tomorrow.
By Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog / February 9, 2012

[Alaskan activist and writer Dirk Nelson recently traveled to the Occupy Wall Street protest in New York City, serving as a correspondent for The Ester Republic. Below is the first part of his two-part series on what led him on his journey and what he found when he arrived.]

There’d been almost nothing in the mainstream media about this mini-revolution in New York City’s financial district referred to as Occupy Wall Street, not until late September, when MSNBC broadcast the story of NYPD Inspector Anthony Bologna needlessly pepper-spraying three women on a sidewalk during a protest.*


An inflatable rat, or, how I was moved

On the night of October 7th, my friend Ray, his significant other, and I were relaxing at their home in South Anchorage. Ray and I had spent the day standing in front of the Anchorage Daily News with a 26-foot-tall inflatable rat,† a symbol of all that is rotten in the Alaska State legislature’s past dealings with the oil industry.

Lacking high-speed internet services at my home, I’d asked to use Ray’s laptop. What resulted was two or three hours of entranced viewing of the heartfelt protesting near Wall Street, acts of selfless solidarity by people on the opposite coast, and clip after clip of police brutality, often committed for no visibly justifiable reason.

I was both moved and mesmerized by these scenes of chaos, spirited protest, and police violence, to the point that I forfeited awareness of my surroundings. Ray and Rindy had been watching me watching the screen for what must’ve been a very long time.

When it was over, and I was finished, having viewed all that I could stand, I had a sense that someone had slipped something into my water; there was a silence that echoed in my mind, like when one is leaving a concert after hours of incredible volume. The echoes of emptiness and post-apocalyptic quiet were reverberating.

I repeated to myself, over and over, “We’re at ******* war...” I was literally numbed by what I’d seen.

And I knew I had to go to Wall Street.

I had to go.

“Sweetie, I think I have to get myself to Wall Street... Is that OK?”

I continued to be absorbed by the images from Wall Street’s Liberty Square. In the photographs and film clips appeared a cluster, an odd congestion, of makeshift tents and tarps, shoulder to shoulder, where no one would ever suspect such an encampment: Wall Street, USA. Lower Manhattan. The Robber Barons’ lair turned hallowed ground on 9/11/2001.

The overlap of themes moved me. The explosion and subsequent leveling of the grand symbol of worldwide capitalism, melted and collapsed by hatred and vengeful acts of terror, had left unforgettable images 10 years earlier. This same place was now overrun by the residual outcomes of the implosion of domestic markets that had followed those catastrophic events, albeit a decade later and several blocks away.

I shared the videos with my wife and family, and made it clear that as a matter of self-respect, I felt obliged to travel to this event. The thing had slowly become my Mecca. If I couldn’t do this, and stand with those who were actively addressing the underlying causes of much of what I’d worked to change, then I had no right to ever lend an opinion again.

I’d left activism mostly behind me years before, and was feeling stale toward life, angry at the lack of positive social and governmental change, and unwilling to further attempt it myself. However, I knew that if I was going to talk the talk -- and I had for many years -- then I needed to walk the walk, too.


My host from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, wearing a statement to the Big Banks at Liberty Square, containing his sentiments regarding his daughters' and granddaughter's futures, and the corporate looting of America. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.


On the Right Path

The way the trip came together reminded me of the tales of Moses parting the Red Sea in fleeing the Egyptians. Doors that rarely opened for me were opening left and right. People offered air miles to help procure my airline tickets. Others offered help for my family during my absence. Still others offered financial support, should I need it.

In one case, I’d called an airline to arrange for my reservations, and while expounding on the reason for my trip, an agent interrupted and asked, “You’re going in support of the protesters, aren’t you?” When I affirmed this, the agent offered to help in any way she could, telling me that if I ever needed air travel and was unable to get where I needed to travel to, she had access to benefits as an airline employee, and could use buddy passes.

I shared my pre-trip experiences with a friend, telling him that these sorts of doors simply don’t typically open like this for me. My friend replied, “When you’re on the right path, doors will open like that.” I took it at face value. Things were aligning in an uncanny manner.


Travel implications

I fretted about the air travel for several weeks. It had been about 10 years since I’d flown on a larger commercial aircraft, and those years had often incorporated political actions, during which I’d not always been congenial in expressing my thoughts toward people in positions of power, especially where the USA PATRIOT Act and other issues were concerned.

I was in contact with a freelance journalist in DC, who instructed me to pre-print my boarding pass at home, being sure to review it for either an encrypted or blatant series of three letter S's, as this would be a common feature of someone who was pre-determined to receive extra scrutiny at the gate. He added, however, that he’d received reports of people who were on watch lists experiencing trouble in pre-printing their boarding passes; potentially for this very reason.

I eventually decided that I’d either be scrutinized, or I wouldn’t. The story I’d write would either be about the OWS Movement, or it would be about TSA interfering in the First Amendment and the right of the press to travel to sites of news stories... one or the other.

Just in case, though, I sought out a friend who sent me a copy of the Simon Glik case(1), regarding rights of citizen journalists, just to have as extra ammunition; I made several copies.

During dinner one night, a couple of weeks before my scheduled departure, my youngest son, age seven going on 22, abruptly said, “Dad, I don’t think you should go.” His voice was calm, and unusually mature, almost like another person was inside him at that moment.

I asked if he was afraid that the same violence he’d witnessed on film might re-occur, and if he was afraid for my safety. He said that maybe he was. I promised him that I would do my best not to get hurt, but that sometimes, especially when we get older, there are things that we need to do in order to have respect for ourselves, and that this was one of those tasks for me.


Deadly gels and fish blood

Several calls to the airlines to clarify TSA’s restrictions yielded some cause for cynical humor. I’d been informed that peanut butter is in fact a gel, and that it, as well as jam or jelly, is forbidden.

That settled it; my pup tent, with its aluminum poles, was clearly a potential threat to air travel, and, rather than provoking the wrath of an empowered agent responsible for the safety of All of America, I decided it would be included in my checked bags.

That left the question of how to best prepare an internal-frame pack with numerous appendages for what would inevitably be sadistic treatment at the hands of baggage handlers and TSA agents. The answer, I supposed, was to load the entire pack inside my huge yellow dry bag, complete with salmon blood left over from numerous dipnetting outings. I concluded it was as safe as it could be. After all, what baggage person in their right mind would want to handle a bag with rust-brown dried blood on it?

Four of the five double-batches of moose jerky were completed; seven pounds would have to suffice for the 10 pounds I’d hoped to take with me. A fillet of smoked salmon, the last one in the freezer, was wrapped in a sweatshirt, awaiting its loading into the duffle bag that would be packed last at 5 a.m.

Reality struck sometime around 3 a.m., when it became clear that I was going to have an enormous amount of gear. It was a good thing I’d vanquished any thoughts of not having checked bags. Now the question seemed more one of how many checked bags?

My plane’s departure time was rapidly approaching, and, as is typical of my travel experiences, I was sleep-deprived, and more or less functioning somewhere slightly above the cognitive capacity of a melted puddle of goo. It is in this exact frame of mind that so many of my adventures have been launched. Any trip worth taking is worth taking under the influence of the delirium of sleep deprivation and the stimulation of adrenaline; it’s almost a rule.

Liberty Square on Halloween Day, viewing from the northeast side of the Park. Ben, of Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream fame, had just finished serving LOTS of ice cream to the Occupiers when this photo was taken. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.


Heading out: No honor among thieves
Wednesday, October 26

At the TSA security check-point, they x-rayed my bags four times, wiped down the inside of my luggage with their particulate-gathering cloth, asked me to not touch my luggage while they searched it, then wished me well. So polite are their intrusions.

Apparently the moose jerky and salmon, added to the presence of numerous alkaline batteries and wires for the micro-cassette deck I carried, were enough to cause significant curiosity for them. Thank goodness I’d seen fit to stow my pup tent in the checked baggage; no doubt the tent’s poles would’ve appeared far more disconcerting on an x-ray scanner than mere moose jerky and smoked salmon.

I tend to be one of those people who entertain a certain willful compromise to their religious non-beliefs when airborne in anything with a poorly-rated or excessive stall speed. In my subjective opinion, Boeing’s 737's qualify as one of those otherwise remarkable aircraft that simply needs a wider wing-span, or a lighter payload rating; one or the other.

So settling into the almost-comfortable seat, I began a series of self-talk statements, aimed at precluding the need for a mild sedative. It was too early to drink alcohol without stigma, and I was too cheap to buy a shot, even if the stigma didn’t matter. Stigma was quickly becoming of less and less significance at that moment, but money wasn’t.

I reconsidered my objectives -- to fly to a large city, seek out persons unknown to me, and, in an ultimate act of defiance, pitch a questionable, 25-year-old pup tent somewhere near Wall Street, without a camping permit, in an area where the New York Police Department had recently cracked skulls for people refusing to get back on the sidewalk.

I wondered if it was too late to disembark the aircraft. The ticket was likely cancellable, but oh, the humiliation of retreat. I ran the hypothetical call to my wife though my mind’s ear: “Honey, I changed my mind. Can you pick me up at the airport?”

Nope, there was absolutely no way to pull that off without a dozen proverbial eggs running down my face, insufficient grace to absorb such shame, and the potential loss of what little self-respect I maintained leaking down my leg. I remained in my seat, as we pushed back from the gate. Newark, here I come!

I tried to get my mind into the perspective I believed this trip would require. Contemplation of the impact of mega-corporations on would-be democratic processes, in a constitutionally-defined republic that was initially founded by folks who distrusted such critters. It all seemed so upside down.

Huh.

Passengers walked up and down the narrow aisle to the restrooms, once we approached cruising altitude. I noted the number of them wearing name-brand casual wear, sporting logos from the major sources. I wondered how many premium-priced garments were the results of shoddy workmanship, or Bangladeshi and Burmese sweat shops. How did we become a culture that offered itself up as walking billboards, translating name-brand shopping trends into self-esteem, and social prestige?

Whatever my reservations, I was off; heading for what at times seemed, intuitively, like ramping up for a final stab at a meaningful life, at a life with magic and promise.

The sun was setting as we headed east over the farm fields of eastern Washington, across the Rockies, the plains of eastern Montana, and into the Midwest. I thought about the distance and the view; people had traveled this same route, in reverse, hundreds of years ago, seeking a New Beginning, hopeful of something more promising than what they’d left behind. I was now traveling the opposite direction, but for similar reasons.

I considered that I was ultimately headed to Manhattan, in an area allegedly purchased for some beads and trinkets, a few blankets, and who-knows-what-else. I wondered if there was something about this place that attracted swindlers and land sharks. By all appearances, it seems to have a lengthy history of supporting just that: people engaged in graft and high-stakes theft, taking something for nothing, or next to nothing.

Oh, the continuity of it all: from the early settlers’ journeying west, the pursuit of dreams, the taking of others’ resources, and more. Sometimes the change only appeared to be a matter of what mode of transport was employed, or the machinery now used to farm those same fields below.

I thought about my Irish ancestors arriving in this country in the 1700s, seeking their dreams like others. They’d headed west to Indiana, and farmed the land with their bare hands, creating a legacy. This whole thing, this whole history, was connected suddenly.

And there were still those same swindler types in Manhattan, trying to get large tracts of real estate, and other forms of wealth and power for a few beads and trinkets; now from their own people. No honor among thieves. Nope, there’s no honor among thieves.

The brutality had taken a bench for a while, and some of these officers, though ordered by their command not to speak to the press, were genuinely patient and kind. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.


Arrival

The aircraft began its descent into Newark a half-hour before our arrival. The clear skies facilitated a view of the area for the last 150 miles or so. Other than the Atlantic Ocean to the east, there was some form of urban lighting nearly as far as the eye could see, though I admittedly don’t have the best of eyes. I was sure of one thing; I wasn’t even on the ground yet, and I already felt quite disoriented.

John, my host for the next week, pulled up near the arrivals door, and I threw my gear into his truckbed. Over the next 60 miles to Ocean Gate, New Jersey, we acquainted ourselves, contrasted political and philosophical ideas, and intermittently discussed the history of the land and communities we passed through en route to his home.


Seeing the sights: Cranberries, oysters, and the Tea Party
Thursday, October 27

The day began later than hoped for, though we’d already anticipated that it would. Instead of a late start into NYC, we toured cranberry bogs that have produced berries for centuries. I munched on a couple of ripe cranberries we picked in the field, and walked back to the truck, while John and I bantered briefly about the increased costs of buying locally-made products, and not feeding the corporations that are steadily assisting in displacing the production of goods in the U.S.

We spent that afternoon on the New Jersey Boardwalk, near the white sand dunes and frozen ferris wheels, and visited barely-open-for-business pizza shops, seafood restaurants, and pubs, while I made telephone calls to Alaska’s federal representatives in DC, trying to arrange times to visit their offices next week.

I wasn’t prepared to conduct interviews, but then, life doesn’t always provide for proper preparation, either. My immediate mission was to locate some decent oysters on the half-shell. We stopped into a bar my host once frequented in days gone by, where we ordered two coffees and a half-dozen fresh oysters on the half-shell; three each.

A gray-haired gent nearing John’s age sat next to us, and as we consumed our oysters, he made small talk with us in reference to the news. I decided to interview him, in an effort to get a head start on the assignments for the coming days.

His name was Raymond, 60-years-old, a Vietnam veteran, drafted in the later 1960s, divorced: he’d lost his wealth, his business and his marriage when he tried to better himself by building a small-boat harbor, a project which had eventually failed.

Raymond described himself as a Tea-Party-supporting Republican, tired of corrupt politics, tired of people wanting hand-outs, and inherently offended by what he believed the Occupy Wall Street Movement stood for -- based on what the mainstream media had broadcast about it. He said he loved his country, and still viewed it as the best place on earth, despite it needing some fixing.

Ray seemed offended by the high-quality food being consumed by the Occupiers, apparently unaware that all of their supplies were a result of voluntary donations, prepared by volunteers. It was obviously more a matter of envy in that regard than a matter of ethics involving government subsidies; they weren’t eating government food.

The banter remained friendly, and I asked Ray what it was he thought would make America better. He agreed that shareholders ought to have a more direct say in corporate operations. He believed that those who gave themselves huge bonuses from the TARP monies(2) should be held accountable, but pointed out that the looseness of expectations in the granting of those loans had created a circumstance in which giving CEOs obscene bonuses had violated no laws.

Raymond wanted politicians to stop stumping for re-election, posturing, and get down to addressing the country’s ills. He wanted term limits, and for politicians to stop catering to special interests.

By this point, Ray had downed more than a couple drinks, and I stopped him, asking him if he was aware that in many ways, he had just agreed with some of what the Occupiers were saying.

He stopped, stunned for a moment, and retorted, “Well, I guess I have to agree with somebody sometime.”

My resistance to Ray’s buying me a beer finally collapsed, and a pint of Guinness was placed in front of me. I considered the history of the Irish and Italians in this place. Ray was Italian, and I am, in part, Irish. We both came from groups once poorly welcomed into this country. Here we sat, drinking beer, curing the world’s ills, and making peace, one person at a time.

John broke the news to Ray that I was down from Alaska to write stories about the Occupy Wall Street Movement, and that we intended to go to Manhattan the next day to both participate, and march on several of the banks. Ray expressed pleasure and interest in exchanging ideas with someone from Alaska, and teased that he ought to go with us to Zuccotti Park for “some of that really good organic breakfast.”

For a moment I thought it all seemed strangely plausible, this odd group of characters traveling together. I knew we’d make that trip without Raymond, though I was grinning about our having broken down barriers established by the Talking Heads and Partisan Dividers; we’d established a camaraderie with Raymond, and he, and we, had come to realize our agreements outweighed our differences.


The marchers of Group 2 en route to the banks on the "mail delivery" list, Friday, October 28, 2011. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Ester Republic.


Turnpike to the library
Friday, October 28

The New Jersey Transit bus to New York City leaves Toms River, New Jersey, at regular intervals throughout the day, returning as frequently as it departs. Arriving at the Toms River transit stop, we purchased our tickets, promptly forgot to pay the parking fee, and boarded the bus to our first day among the Occupiers. It was a promising, sunny day, and our spirits were in good shape.

The Occupiers had planned a protest march for this day, targeting five of the banks that had received TARP funds, and which were accused of unethical or questionable performance. My objectives for the day included getting oriented to New York City, marching with the protesters, obtaining some photos, and taping interviews. After that, we planned to visit Liberty Square (a.k.a. Zuccotti Park). We’d return by bus to New Jersey later in the evening.

Sitting across the aisle from each other, we passed the time with political and personal banter. We spoke of Alaska, where John had just returned from visiting his daughter. We spoke also of the Movement’s various themes, such as equal opportunity, equal protection, and ending corrupt government.

At our destination, the New York City Port Authority, a woman named ’Nita, who’d shared my seat, inquired about Sarah Palin. Not an uncommon inquiry in the Lower 48, where many offered their opinions of our former part-term Governor. Even Raymond, in Lavallette, had offered his views on Sarah. It seemed that she was nothing if not controversial and at least a little bit well known.

I replied that though I hadn’t voted for Sarah, I thought she’d helped to address at least some of the oil-related corruption Alaska has endured, even if Sarah’s efforts were, in my opinion, a product of other motivating factors; more ego-related than not.

’Nita expressed support for the Wall Street Occupiers, and wished us luck.

These New Yorkers didn’t seem so harsh after all.

We eventually made our way to the New York City Public library at 42nd Street and 5th Avenue; the gathering place for the march on the banks that OWS had advertised on their main webpage. We were early, so I ventured into the Library to inquire about public-use computers and internet services. The library’s staff was extremely helpful, and, in less than 15 minutes, I’d obtained a 90-day temporary library card. John and I met outside, and we headed off to gather on the Library’s 5th Avenue steps, waiting for the march to begin.

A blurred shot of OWS protestors sitting on the sidewalk in front of Chase Bank. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.


The march

Following a brief gathering for purposes of describing routes and distributing emergency telephone numbers, such as legal counsel, members of the Occupy Wall Street Movement, the Yes Men, and others, marched in two separate groups to a total of five banks in mid-town Manhattan. The two groups delivered over 6,000 letters, written by people affected in various ways by banking practices alleged to have contributed directly to the suffering of those who’d penned the notes.

At each bank's location, members gathered near a main entrance, on the sidewalks, and chanted "You've got mail! You’ve got mail!"

The banks' perimeters were ringed with metal mobile barricades resembling movable bicycle racks. Also present were varying numbers of a combination of private security and NYPD.

In addition to the police officers stationed at the banks in question, the marchers were escorted by an impressive number of New York's uniformed and plainclothes police force. Nearly all officers displayed far greater restraint and respect than they had in late September and early October, when unnecessary brutality was at times quite visible in film clips; actions that had originally fueled my early intentions to travel to Manhattan.

As I walked along the route, a uniformed, blue-shirt officer paced to my left. I asked her if I might request an interview. She replied, "We're not allowed." She smiled, and I returned the unspoken acknowledgement that there are sometimes factors in our lives that we tend to accept rather than question, despite what else we may know, feel, or believe.

But it was also the first formal acknowledgement of what I'd suspected for a while; for a variety of reasons, some legitimate, and some maybe not, NYPD was attempting to strictly control the flow of information from its ranks. Not uncommon within hierarchically-structured systems, but still disappointing to those of us who desired to obtain as informative an accounting as possible. And that was what I wanted. I wanted to obtain as many personal views and opinions for this series of stories as I could gather.

I had arrived in New York City disappointed, like many others, that NYPD Inspector Anthony Bologna had merely received a loss of 10 days of vacation for his well-documented brutality, when numerous cameras had recorded the pepper-spraying of three women who were already inside a police containment fence, and were breaking no laws. His actions were particularly egregious in light of his alleged history of violating the rights of protesters in 2004; an incident that was still unresolved after seven years.

As far as I know, Inspector Bologna was not present with our group on October 28, 2011, and I was pleased that his type of officer appeared to be far away. It meant the First Amendment would be better respected on that day, and it lessened my anxiety about the potential for the police-generated violence that had been so common just two or three weeks before.

As the groups chanted various rhymes and rhythms, they walked from bank to bank. Our police detail maintained its presence, forming lines around our perimeter, ahead, to the side, and behind.

At one point I turned, holding my camera over my head, intending to get a photo of the crowd behind me, only to find approximately 15 NYPD blue-shirts immediately to my flank. I was well protected, no longer feeling compelled to continue checking for my wallet and ID, though I’d earlier been amply warned of the risks of being pickpocketed in this City.

In two instances, personnel from banks met our groups' members in front of their respective buildings to accept their stacks of "mail." One bank employee said he was there to keep the letters off of their patios and sidewalks, preventing littering. At least they were accepting them.

I submitted a letter of my own, regarding lending rates; comparing those charged or offered to persons who need the money most versus the rates charged to persons who don't, and the issue of taxpayer subsidies in the way of TARP money. I asked in the letter how they are able to sleep at night while they routinely display such a disconnect between their actions and their customers’ needs. Maybe I've already answered my own question.

I attempted to engage the gentleman receiving the letters at Wells Fargo in a discussion on the shady activities that some banks and investment firms had reportedly been caught engaging in. I mentioned that Citibank had been fined $285 million for such scams, and that they, among others, were repeat offenders, meaning that there is also a criminal issue of contempt of court in such cases.

He replied that he didn't know anything about that.

Liberty Square in Lower Manhattan on Halloween. This gentleman's sign expressed the sentiments of those of us who see the destruction brought by a corporate media skewing the information that the voters rely on to make vital decisions. -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Rag Blog.


In Citibank’s case, it appeared as though their attorneys had drawn out the investigation until the statute of limitations had expired on some charges. They’d apparently skillfully avoided what were likely deserved criminal convictions.

Despite their crafty avoidance of criminal penalties on the fraud charges, getting away with fines only, it was my understanding that the issue of contempt might still be fresh enough to pursue. And at least one New York federal judge was reported to be looking at this issue, and was critical of the Security Exchange Commission’s long-term embedded relationship with many of these serial offenders who lose their investors’ money while filling their own pockets.

I replied to the bank's protector, "you're merely hired as security, right?" We both grinned and winked. Everybody needs a job, and I was attempting to discuss decisions that are made way atop that building, in rooms the gentleman I was addressing probably only visits for two or three minutes at a time, during which he's likely extremely respectful. Everybody's got to eat.

In some cases, upon hearing refusal from the banks to accept the letters, marchers folded their sheets of grievances into paper airplanes, throwing them toward the upper windows of the offices in question; a symbolic flight to places still unreachable, though maybe not for long.

In all, the NYPD escort -- blue-shirts, white-shirts, and undercover officers -- accompanied the two groups to Morgan-Stanley, Chase, Citibank, Wells Fargo, and Bank of America -- all alleged Big Players, in one way or another, in the myriad of questionably ethical banking practices.

There was naive idealism and love in the eyes of the youngsters, for many of whom there is a clearly defined line that separates right from wrong. Not a less-pure, rationalized, self-gratifying right and wrong, but a more honorable and deep belief; whether embraced by convention or not.

There were also older, seasoned veterans of many years of trials and tribulations -- from the streets and tear gas memories of the 1960s anti-war movement, to graduates of the back-to-the-land movement of the decade-and-a-half following the end of the Vietnam Police Action, where some failed as self-sufficient farmers, and some succeeded, most all of them turning away at that time from mainstream America’s less satisfying direction.

And there were others -- teachers, landed immigrants, hotel workers, those out of work and uninsured -- who experienced health problems that changed the course of their lives, and more.

There were people who’d lacked a sufficient financial buffer in a specific time of need, those who’d lacked familial support and the financial security that otherwise makes such crises more tolerable. There were people who claimed to have been misled by banks, having been promised future refinancing on high-risk, high-interest loans that never came to pass, despite making their best, most honorable efforts, staying in good standing for terms in excess of those initially prescribed by the lenders.

People who believed, however naïvely, that what a person promises with a handshake matters at least as much as what is hidden in the fine print. People who still cling, however incorrectly, to an America where that was once true.

Some of them carried their messages of anger, hope, contempt, and confrontation while singing songs. Some wore amazing, radiant, eye-twinkling smiles, engaging in uplifting banter, hopeful of tomorrow. If this was some sort of domestic warfare, I believe we all could use a stout dose of it.

We returned to the Library, conversing as I walked alongside a school teacher, a former back-to-the-land farmer and Vietnam era peace marcher. He and I spoke about hunting moose, and feeding my family the old-fashioned way. I offered him a piece of moose jerky. He declined, being committed to vegetarianism, but asked if he might take a couple pieces to his son, who he assured me would appreciate it.

Arriving back at the Library, we loaded the banners into a van belonging to one of the Yes Men, Mike Bonano. He apologized for the banners taking up so much space that he couldn’t offer rides back to Liberty Square. Instead he gave John and me copies of The Yes Men Fix the World, a sort of documentary detailing their own creative efforts at bringing accountability to some of the more notorious offenders in the history of corporate wrongdoing, including Dow Chemical and Union Carbide in their roles related to the Bhopal, India disaster.

Chase Bank employees gather at the windows to take pictures of the OWS crowd, some of whom are photographing the bank employees. "Who's in the cage?" -- DN. Photo by Dirk Nelson / The Ester Republic.



Night at the park: Liberty Square

It had already been a relatively full day when we entered Liberty Square from the northeast corner. It was our first venture into the place that had filled the headlines of so many news outlets with so much disinformation. It was nearly dusk, and we were already tapped from the day’s marching.

Liberty Square is a roughly half-acre park consisting of concrete tiles and sections of slab, surrounded by a barrier of horizontal granite of modest height. There was a serious presence of mostly unnecessary and apparently bored NYPD officers; some wearing helmets, but most just in their blue uniforms, with the exception of those in positions of authority, sporting the white shirts of the inspector class.

Undoubtedly, there were also others present, in plain clothes, representing more subtly a variety of law enforcement and intelligence agencies. It’s amazing how much attention is brought to bear on people questioning the status quo in this society. The prospect of change is clearly perceived as dangerous to some.

The park is a relatively narrow rectangle, running predominantly east to west, perhaps 40 or so yards north to south, and 80 yards east to west. Various cafés, bank buildings, offices, residential apartments, and businesses surround the area. At the west end was the drum circle and what appeared to be a Sikh, dressed in white robes and leading a prayer meeting.

All around, and mingling among the crowd of protesters, were tourists of one flavor or another; people who’d come for the solidarity that the movement represented, as well as those who had simply read about the spectacle, as one Egyptian gentleman would refer to it, and had come to take photos, or at least buy a t-shirt and claim to their friends to have been present.

Representatives of the media, both mainstream and fringe elements, were in abundant presence. Everyone wanted a story. Lights, cameras, clipboards, tape recorders, people asking questions -- and those who were willing enough to respond to them -- dotted the area.

In the middle of the park was the food tent. There volunteers routinely accepted pre-prepared meals and snacks brought in from the kitchen of a local church. Lines formed to the west, and people received a selection of dishes during meal time.

At the northeast corner was the Occupy Wall Street library, consisting of shelves and totes filled with books, marked by a pole or two with signs on them, all of which defined the library’s presence.

My initial view of the gathering brought to mind the words "chaotic, political activist, and carnival." Many different causes were represented among those standing around the perimeter of the Square, and among those within its boundaries. Tents of various sizes covered the majority of the Square from one end to the other, often with barely enough room to move between them. Near the library was a tiered area that formed steps leading downward to the center of the Square. It was on these steps that the General Assembly was conducted on a daily basis.

For all of the hype in the mainstream media about hippies, nudity, property damage, pot smoking, and more, I saw none of that. Moreover, I detected the sweet aroma of burning cannabis only one time, and not in any significant quantity, if my olfactory senses were correct -- my nose being fairly accurate in this regard.

No, there were no skirmishes between protesters and police, no thrown rocks or bottles, no nude protesters flaunting body parts, no one defecating on the sidewalks or on police cars; none of that. The greatest excitement came from sincere conversations with activists representing their causes, accompanied by earnest smiles, warm handshakes, the occasional costume relative to their presentation, and the food carts’ aromas wafting into the air; falafels, kabobs, pretzels, and more speckled the sidewalks, creating an aromatic buffer between the police presence and the political display known internationally as Occupy Wall Street.

We’d arrived perhaps an hour or so before the beginning of the General Assembly: a sort of parliamentary gathering, conducted via a direct democratic process. We initially encountered a variety of people lining the granite barrier, some of whom were standing on the barrier itself.

One particular couple grabbed my attention. The woman held a sign opposing the extraction of natural gas by means known as "fracking," a process of extracting natural gas from subterranean rock strata by applying pressurized water. Upstate New York sits atop a major aquifer that holds surprisingly clean water and that supplies all of the city’s drinking water.

The woman holding the sign was partnered with a gentleman of smaller physical stature, wearing a Grim Reaper robe and hood, along with an older-vintage gas mask; he was acting out what appeared to be a t’ai chi exercise, which took on an eerie aura as I watched.

We walked west, along the Square’s north boundary. At the northwest corner, across the street, I noted the NYPD crowd management and observation tower, a mobile scissor-jack device capable of rising above the crowd’s altitude by approximately 15 feet, which supported a compartment containing one or more officers equipped with one-way mirrored glass, microphones, camera lenses, and more.

Big Brother has some neat toys indeed, apparently capable of recording events, faces, and who-knows-what-else. The whole thing was fittingly situated across from the previously-mentioned Sikh, engaged in leading his prayer meeting; the Supreme Being meets the Want-to-Be-Supreme Beings: a tag-team match if ever there was one.

Fortunately the police seemed less interested in interventions involving benign actions that day, so the real conflicts would have to wait for a week or two.

At the west end we briefly paused to watch the drum circle, momentarily stopping again a few yards to the south, where a young woman perched atop the granite barrier, perhaps five and a half feet off the ground, collecting donations for "free coffee." The coffee was all gone for the moment, though the flower pot for donations was still in operation.

I asked her where she was from, and she replied, “Bakersfield.” Like myself, she’d come all this way for some purpose. I didn’t ask why. She said someone had gone to get more coffee, and accepted my $1 donation, though at that point I no longer expected a cup of java.

I ventured into the cooks’ food tent, and left the first of three bags of moose jerky I had brought to leave with the folks there, thanking them for their efforts and convictions.

My host and I headed to a café across the street for the coffee we still hadn’t acquired. We noted the restroom door had a sign declaring the facilities were out of order; a common sight in the neighborhood since Occupy Wall Street’s stay had begun, though New York City is notorious for lacking public restrooms.

The night was coming to a close, and we still needed to get to the NYC Port Authority to catch our bus back to New Jersey, note pads full of observations and the recorder satisfied with numerous interviews.

What a day.

More to come.

[Alaska resident Dirk Nelson is a correspondent for
The Ester Republic. A former clinical social worker and marriage and family therapist, he has been active in drug law reform for 30 years, was a founder of the Fairbanks Bill of Rights Defense Committee, contesting the USA Patriot Act, and has become an active supporter of the Occupy Wall Street movement. A version of this article was originally published at The Ester Republic, "an irreverent periodical published monthly in the Ester Commonwealth [of Alaska] and written by members of the local populace and the odd guest columnist." Ester Republic publisher and editor Deirdre Helfferich contributed to its original editing.]


* Reportedly, this sort of behavior is not new for Mr. Bologna; he’s alleged to still be involved in court activity regarding his brutalizing protesters at an anti-GW Bush rally in 2004. (How a person extends the processing of basic brutality charges in any court over a period of seven years was somewhat befuddling for me. I assumed it involved status, money from the police union, and a corrupt system that fails to properly discipline its employees.) Further note: Bologna was suspended from the police force for ten days for this incident.

† See Citizens For Ethical Government, http://citizens4ethics.com, and the video coverage at KTVA, “Protest Over Oil Taxes Coverage,” October 7, 2011, available on line at http://www.ktva.com/home/outbound-xml-feeds/Protest-Over-Oil-Taxes-Coverage-131378053.html.

1. See the Citizen Media Law Project, www.citmedialaw.org/blog/2011/victory-recording-public, and the text of the Fist Circuit US Court of Appeals decision, www.ca1.uscourts.gov/pdf.opinions/10-1764P-01A.pdf.

2. TARP: Troubled Asset Relief Program, a program of the United States government to purchase assets and equity from financial institutions to strengthen its financial sector that was signed into law by President George W. Bush on October 3, 2008. It was a component of the government's measures in 2008 to address the subprime mortgage crisis, as part of the Emergency Economic Stabilization Act.

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