Time has become a blur to me here; can it have only been seventy two hours? I’m tired and I’m eating only junk and I need a new set a feet. Day three has been filled with protest, the reason why we all came here. No more do we just sit in the plaza and wait for the world, today the world began waiting for us.
So much is going on here that it is hard to become affiliated with it all. I was in the streets marching to K Street when I heard about the pepper spraying of protestors at the National Air and Space Museum. I was marching on my way to the White House when Ralph Nader spoke to the crowd in the plaza.
It illustrates a clear point in the occupation; there is no clear or defined leadership structure that will be followed in this process. The first march in which I participated was organized by labor groups and the second was organized by Veterans for Peace. As we marched, we chanted; “We are the 99%, we are the 99%, we are the 99% and so are You!” The tourists snapped their curious photographs, as the tour buses slowed down to allow their passengers to watch.
We marched through the city canyons of concrete columns, bureaucracy and statues of long forgotten dead generals. As we marched the car horns sounded in support and people on the sidewalk gave us the thumbs up sign. “Occupy Wall Street, occupy K Street, occupy everything and never give it back!” [cont’d.]