I cadged a few more hours to spend at Zuccotti Park protesting, chatting and piccing by asking one of my part-time bosses if a friend could work for me instead. The General Assembly had stopped using the PA when I arrived at 1300, because though another one had been donated by Lupe Fiasco, they weren’t sure they could use it without confiscation. The People’s Microphone heroically tried to parrot each speaker in the Assembly, as did I. Notable moments, which I tweeted as they were announced from the GA Stack, included 1) an email from Noam Chomsky stating his support and promise to champion the cause in his speaking travels, 2) the reiteration that the venerable I.W.W. (Industrial Workers of the World) Union would be supporting OWS on Thursday, and 3) that the Last Poets, who were in Paris, France sent their support.
Chelsea, who had a sign urging restoration of the Glass-Steagall Act, was very popular with older people, who knew what it was. (Two days prior her sign announced that Barney Frank had killed Glass-Steagall.) Some told her these were the smartest signs they’d seen.
Admittedly, many signs have not been pointedly topical, but that hardly warrants this derisive dismissal from the double-agent Huffington Post. (It’s funny almost a year later to think that The Huffington Post bussed participants to DC for Stewart/Colbert’s Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear.) The Nation’s blog avoided ridicule, and I think was even-handed. Dylan Ratigan promised to cover it, then spent most of the segment yakking with a Prohibition revenant from Verizon.
I ran into Solomon again, and thought I might have been too cautious in my estimation of him earlier. His sign said the problem is not capitalism, but corporatism, with which no rational person could totally disagree.
The march at 1530 was great fun. The value of percussion and shouting, so apparent in European protests, was realized there, and despite the din most faces looked flat, supportive or amused without discernible mockery. I borrowed a drumstick to hit Wall Street’s ample metal, channeling early Einstürzende Neubauten with another drumstickler. Someone asked to carry my sign, and then passed it on to someone else, who politely left it at the head of the stairs of Zuccotti/Liberty Park where I could get it before going to work.