Wallstock! Gallery: Foley Square
Yes, a great upheaval has been upheaving right practically on the Polly metaphorical doorstep~a huge improvement from what happened on my actual doorstep every Saturday night when I lived in the Village~but any old hoo, here are pictures of it! I’ll be posting them in dribs and drabs as I recover from the clouds of earnestness that roll over Zucotti Park every time I go. All the manifold possibility in the air, the bright eyes of the idealistic youths~they so sap a snarky person’s energies.
Impure and hardened individual that I am, I’ve tried to compensate for my aversion to chanting “hey hey ho ho” by taking the kids clean socks and spare umbrellas. I don’t know if I’m warming Libertarian toes or sheltering Anarchists, but how else can one little Obot co-opt this burgeoning movement?
In these troubled times, who cares if this natty fellow is wearing his boater past Labor Day? Not the tens of thousands of honest laborers surrounding him!
Starting out before the demonstration, the Financial District was thoroughly locked down. Here are some of those Wall Street barricades that people are forever storming when I am not around. Evidently I have a quietening effect on newsworthy behavior.
What time was it? Downtown Tiffany’s says, ten minutes to protest time! Also, those little Elsa Peretti bottle necklaces are sweet!
Awwwww, the little Marxist in red is so CUUUUTE, we barely have the stomach to call him a union thug-in-training! This was the horrifying, gangsterlike Union contingent gathering outside City Hall for the march up Broadway.
Diogenes had problems: “Nobody knows who the fuck I am,” he complained. “I do stand-up,” he said. Then you should have known better than to steal Cassandra’s act, Mr. “Honest Man Is Hard To Find!” Bill Hicks will haunt you!
Yes, there were plenty of these in the crowd. As they with their HoverRounds….
Outside of the city Health, Hospitals, and Sanitation Building.
Was there ever any doubt that somebody would bring along a Che banner?
Not sure who this is supposed to be, and s/he was deeply involved in texting, so this intrepid reporter took a powder!
From each according to her/his ability, to each according to his/her need?
Brace yourself, Hamptons.
The rally filed peacefully out of Foley Square as the late afternoon sun made the three police helicopters whirring overhead gleam like dragonflies. Yr. intrepid reporter headed home, remarking to a mounted cop in passing, “That went well!”
“Yeah, no problem!” he said cheerfully. At about that time, naturally, ten or so blocks south, a small band of protesters decided to rush the Wall Street barricades and got pepper-sprayed. How many of them were CODOOFUSPRO is yet to be determined.
Posted by Mrs. Polly on 10/11/11 at 04:25 PM • Permalink
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