As much as I would love to be a a rabble-riser, I am rule-bound. Other than making consumer and employment choices, I have been a couch potato activist. So, to bus downtown at 9 am on a sunny Saturday morning was momentous for me. I arranged the comfort of a group so I didn’t feel out of place, but I found that the Occupy movement has no specific demographic, and everyone is not only welcome, but encouraged to join.
There is no definition of the participants. There is plurality in the people. There is plurality in the messages. There is plurality in the delivery.
They tried reason:
YOU CAN STILL BE RICH, JUST NOT THAT RICH
They tried simplicity:
UNFUCK THE WORLD
They tried empathy:
PEOPLE BEFORE PROFIT
They tried music and costume:
They tried intimidation:
YOU ARE OUTNUMBERED
They tried mock civility:
WE FELL ASLEEP FOR A WHILE,
BUT WE JUST WOKE UP!
They tried statistics:
WEALTH IN CANADA
(ASSETS – DEBTS)
TOP 50% (96.4%) | BOTTOM 50% (5.6%)
They tried cultural references:
PLEASE DON’T TEAR-GAS ME
THIS IS NOT ABOUT HOCKEY
They tried obscurity:
OCCUPATION OF MADNESS BY UNARMED SANITY
They tried spectacle:
They were trapped in irony:
MCCAFE CLEAR CUP
They tried conspiracy (on the flip side of the above sign): STOP CHEM TRAILS
They tried clever turns of phrase:
CANADA’S RESOURCES ARE THE 99%
But above all, they tried peace.
Now it’s time for the 1% to try listening.
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