I’m going to be blogging a bunch about the Occupy Wall Street movement, and its many growing offshoots in other cities. I’ll call it “Occupy Us” until a better name comes along.
I have many, many thoughts about this movement. But before I get to my thoughts, I thought I would start with explaining my feelings. To do that, watch the following video taken at 4a.m. the other night in Lower Manhattan:
First time I watched this, tears came to my eyes. Now, I’m not the most empathetic person, in touch with my emotions and all. But love and beauty, expressed clearly, can bring me to tears. That’s what I saw in this video.
I found the youth in the above video beautiful. All of them.
The poignancy of the words “hope” and “change” coming from these children moved me when those were touchstone words of the Obama campaign of 2008. These were the children that had put that man into office.
These are now the destitute and desperate, and pure of heart children who can no longer afford to wait for the tardy Mr. Obama. They have taken matters into their own hands.
And they’ve done so with love and beauty.
I was hiking with my business colleague this morning and we were saying that if a business meeting took us to New York, we’d pack our sleeping bags, fly “TransLove Airways”, and camp out with those kids, if just for a night.
I’ve been waiting since 2003 for signs of the spark that would end this interminable Fall, and bring us to our long awaited Winter. Yet the longer the Fall dragged on, the worse the Winter would be, I thought.
But these children in New York, these beautiful loving children are the harbingers of the Winter that has just now begun. And no matter how dark and cold this Winter gets, the faces of these kids remind me that Spring will once again come to our great land.
Maybe 20 years from now. Maybe when my little girl is the age of these kids. But come, it will. And it will be sweet.