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27 arrest vans at Dodger Stadium, they are moving in now.
"Radical critics usually assume the "corporate media", as they call it, mainly exists to convince the public that existing institutions are healthy, legitimate and just. It is becoming increasingly apparent that they do not really see this is possible; rather, their role is simply to convince members of an increasingly angry public that no one else has come to the same conclusions they have. The result is an ideology that no one really believes, but most people at least suspect that everybody else does.
Nowhere is this disjunction between what ordinary Americans really think, and what the media and political establishment tells them they think, more clear than when we talk about democracy."
Nordic wrote:I hate downtown LA, and that's one of the reasons. It's a big open sewer.
"Well. [He thinks] Whatever it is, you should clean up this city here, because this city here is like an open sewer you know. It's full of filth and scum. And sometimes I can hardly take it. Whatever-whoever becomes the President should just [Travis honks the horn] really clean it up. You know what I mean? Sometimes I go out and I smell it, I get headaches it's so bad, you know...They just never go away you know...It's like...I think that the President should just clean up this whole mess here. You should just flush it right down the fuckin' toilet."
Bruce Dazzling wrote:From the David Graeber piece posted by VK:"Radical critics usually assume the "corporate media", as they call it, mainly exists to convince the public that existing institutions are healthy, legitimate and just. It is becoming increasingly apparent that they do not really see this is possible; rather, their role is simply to convince members of an increasingly angry public that no one else has come to the same conclusions they have. The result is an ideology that no one really believes, but most people at least suspect that everybody else does.
Nowhere is this disjunction between what ordinary Americans really think, and what the media and political establishment tells them they think, more clear than when we talk about democracy."
Perfectly said.
Witnessing the final moments of this incarnation of Occupy Philly
by Emily Guendelsberger November 30, 2011
I had zero intention of staying up until 6:30 this morning, but the helicopters with the Occupy Philly eviction woke me up around 3:30 a.m., and in trying to figure out whether there was a zombie invasion on or what, I ended up glued to the livestream and #occupyphilly Twitter tag. (I’d like to apologize to Twitter for all the times I called it dumb.) As it became clear that the end of the physical incarnation of Occupy Philly was going down about two blocks away, I could no longer rationalize staying in bed, especially considering we were kind of there for its birth.
There were a few funny moments before leaving the house—the infiltration of the trending #occupyphilly tag by a bunch of ad-bots touting a psychic phone line, the guy doing the livestream getting recognized and getting a brief “LIVESTREAM! LIVESTREAM! LIVESTREAM!” cheer. There were dull stretches as protestors wandered around with purpose but seemingly at random, which I broke up by playing the “Figure out where the livestream guy is by the background scenery” game, which was most easy when they went by Five Guys. But when there was drama, it was legit exciting. For one, the shouting and call-and-response of the mic check system is inherently pretty dramatic, and when people started using it, as they did around 3 a.m., to express apocalyptic-sounding stuff like, “I love you guys, there is nowhere I’d rather be,” it was electric. And the #occupyphilly tag on Twitter was insane. Horses stepping on people! Storming barricades! A Pac-Man-esque chase around Center City! I put on pants and grabbed my cane.
I walked all the way down 15th Street to where a police barricade manned by 10 or so cops was set up at Arch, then heard by text that the main group was back the other way, at 15th and Callowhill. Walking back the way I came up 15th Street, I kept passing little trickle-off groups of four or five people who looked like they might have split off from the larger group. They all looked pretty tired. A crowd of young protestor-looking types was gathered at Hamilton Street, apparently free to come and go. One guy was eating something off a paper plate. I thought, “Well, if he had time to get pizza, things can’t be too bad.” I reconsidered when I realized none of the three pizza places in our neighborhood were open and that the guy was eating plain white rice poured from a Chinese takeout box.
I ran into some former colleagues from Philly Weekly, who had been following the protesters all around the city for nearly five hours; they said that at this point, just about everyone’s phone had died and they couldn’t even tweet anymore. Checking the #occupyphilly tag, previously hopping with stuff from people on the street, had shifted at 5:30 a.m., when I found mostly stuff like, “guess I can’t go in to work today because of #occupyphilly LOL” and, “Way to take out the lazy trash Philly PD! #occupyphilly.” If that was the city’s strategy, letting the protestors’ electronic and bodily batteries run down by sort of ponging them around Center City until they couldn’t communicate with each other or the outside world via social media and their physical voices were too hoarse to mic check or shout and then round them up, that was really crafty. So since nobody else seemed to have one, I decided to stay with my fully charged Internet phone until the whole thing wrapped up.
PW staff writer/photographer Michael Alan Goldberg said he’d gotten caught up in a rush for a barricade at City Hall and had been held by three cops for 10 seconds or so, and that when he’d initially yelled, “I’M PRESS!” they responded that they didn’t care. He got some sweet pictures, incidentally.
At this point, around 5 a.m., both sides were pretty quiet and, if not relaxed, certainly looking pretty exhausted. There was only one guy intermittently yelling about stuff. No more mic checks. (The yelling guy’d taken the venue, behind the School District building, as a chance to go off about how Ackerman had filed for unemployment the previous day and how she was the 1 percent.) I decided to get a better angle, and circled around to the other side of a fence about 10 yards away from the white school bus onto which they were gradually loading zip-cuffed people.
I only saw the tail end, so I can only judge that. I wasn’t there for any of the scuffles. But I swear, they must have drafted the 500 chillest cops in the city for this duty, because when I witnessed people get all verbally aggro on them in the livestream or on the street, they did a very professional job of rolling their eyes and brushing it off. I also talked to several cops while wandering around looking for the bigger group, and they were polite and helpful across the board, even saying that I could go through the barricade on 16th Street if I wasn’t “causing a ruckus.” Then again, a small white woman with glasses who walks with a cane isn’t exactly threatening.
Likewise, there weren’t a lot of antagonists in the Occupy crowd; most seemed to appreciate that the officers were human beings on a really crappy work shift. There were obviously a few chants on the theme that the protesters’ taxes paid the police salaries, and some mic-check rants about police brutality elsewhere in Philadelphia that got very tense. But I wish there was some sort of transcript of a mic check caught on the livestream around 4 a.m., in which the speaker encouraged the protestors to be cool, and if anything went down, to remember to turn the other cheek, as that’s counterintuitively the only thing people take seriously. By the end of the night, it was down to a sort of mutually exhausted, “If you don’t go away, we’re arresting you.” “Okay, but I’m not leaving.” “Okay, I guess we’ll arrest you, then.” The situation seemed too tired to keep up the animosity.
The zip-cuffed people being loaded on the bus were almost uniformly in their 20s. I overheard cops saying that 33 guys and 12 females had been arrested on 15th Street on charges of obstructing a highway (people who had been there before me said that they were told if they were on the road they’d be arrested) and failure to disperse. It took about 45 minutes to get everyone searched, paperworked up, and on the bus, which finally pulled out around 5:45 a.m. to the evident relief of the bike cops, who rolled out together.
As I was walking home in the pre-dawn darkness, I did my usual post-flash-mob-leg-break juggling act of trying to get my pepper spray situated in one hand while using the other to cane along, which is harder than it sounds. Then I thought that I’d almost feel bad for the guy who’d try to mug me within a block of dozens of tired cops who’d undoubtedly been under strict don’t-respond-to-taunting orders all night.
• If you need a lighter today, there’s a ton of ’em in the street behind the school district building if they haven’t been flattened yet, as you apparently cannot take them on the Sheriff Bus and the cops just threw them in the street.
• Overheard: “Those horses are sellouts!”
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