I’ve been trying to follow the news about the eviction of Occupy Wall Street from Zucotti Park.
The problem is, there isn’t any. Or at least not much….
That is because New York Mayor Bloomberg is acting more like he runs Cairo than New York.
I still can’t quite believe he actually implied Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Assembly are situational, not intrinsic American Rights.
I still can’t believe he actually stopped the Media from covering the eviction by arresting journalists.
I can believe the mainstream media is not covering this as it is all Corporate owned now…
This is simply not the way things are supposed to work in America….
The actions of the Mayor of New York and the NYPD under his direction make Zucotti Park look like Cairo during the Arab spring or a potential Tiananmen Square.
These were not actions consistent with respect for Democracy and peaceful protest and assembly.
These were the actions of an oligarch protecting the assets of the 1%. He moved against the many to protect the interests of the few.
He just proved the Occupy Wall Street movement is right- and very necessary…
Hopefully, this will only make the Occupy Wall Street movement grow stronger.
I’ll be watching nervously and hopefully.
This is scary stuff when Americans are treated this way by the Police and the agents of the Ruling Class….
Here is a report from reporter Josh Harkinson at Mother Jones. I’m just trying to do my bit to spread the news, since the mainstream media sure isn’t.
“Can I help you?” an burly officer asked me, his helpfulness belied by his scowl.
“I’m a reporter,” I told him.
“This is a frozen zone, all right?” he said, using a term I’d never heard before. “Just like them, you have to leave the area. If you do not, you will be subject to arrest.”
By then, riot police were moving in, indiscriminately dousing the peaceful protesters with what looked like pepper spray or some sort of gas. As people yelled and screamed and cried, I tried to stay calm.
“I promise to leave once the arrests are done,” I replied.
“This is a frozen zone,” one cop insisted. “You could be injured.” His meaning was clear.
“No, you are going to leave now.”
He grabbed my arm and began dragging me off. My shoes skidded across the park’s slimy granite floor. All around me, zip-cuffed occupiers writhed on the ground beneath a fog of chemicals.
“I just want to witness what is going on here,” I yelped.
“You can witness it with the rest of the press,” he said. Which, of course, meant not witnessing it.
“Why are you excluding the press from observing this?” I asked.
“Because this is a frozen zone. It’s a police action going on. You could be injured.”
His meaning was clear. I let myself be hustled across the street to the press pen.
“What’s your name?”
His reply came as fast as he could turn away: “Watch your back.”