Today? I realize I know nothing.

[kpete]

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by boatsieFollowforOccupy Wall Street



Washington Square Park. New York City. Summer 1970. 2 am. Nineteen and barefoot. Ripped Jeans, Long frizzed hair. Love beads. A copy of Le Petite Prince in my jeweled purple velvet sac. Guitar music. Drums. Peace signs. Pot smoke. Cheap wine. Deep conversations about Waiting for Godot and the I Ching. About the Vietnam War and where you were when John, Martin and Bobby were killed.
Oscar Grant Plaza. Oakland. Autumn. 2011. 2AM Sixty with blistered feet in worn out Earth Shoes. Black yoga pants. A wrinkled orange scarf shielding around my face. Eighteen dollar readers and a useless Droid. I walk up Broadway towards 16th and Telegraph. Violin music. Drums. Angry protestors cursing out and taunting police officers. Young twenty-somethings sitting on the ground, drinking wine. Occasional shout outs of 'We love you. We love you. You are not our enemy."


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I spent the night in Oakland at a friends and returned home early this afternoon. Home to the ridiculously cushioned world of Marin County.There's a different kind of vapor here, let me tell you. It's the vacuous vapor which shields entitled people from feeling grit in their eyes or recognizing the righteousness of rage against a system that's done others wrong. It's the world of the 1%. It's where I live!

I don't know what's going on anymore. Anywhere. I don't know where I belong anymore. All I know is that yesterday evening I felt so alive and hopeful, part of this enormous birthing. It's how I feel when I go to OccupySF. When I attend rallies in Oakland against the TarSands Pipeline. When I write about environmental justice.

Today? I realize I know nothing.

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/11/03/1032933/-OO?via=siderec

[Fire Walk With Me]

1. The world is up-side down, not the author.

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