Category Archives: Do or Die. Occupy.
“On strike, shut ‘em down! New York is a union town!” With a solid pair of marching shoes, raised fist at the ready, and red light sirens blaring through my house of consciousness, I joined Communication Workers of America (CWA) … Continue reading
“What’s the orange armband for?” In the stark sunlight of the season’s first bitterly cold day, he looked a bit like Santa Claus who took the wrong left at the last intersection and ended up at an immigrant rights rally. … Continue reading
It was D17. The infamous day when Trinity Church’s fence was ripped apart and bishops in elegant red robes were arrested by a bunch of blue shirts. It was also the third month of mic-checking business-as-usual. Later that evening, a … Continue reading
Here we go again with the ho-ho-ho-ing and the fake snow blowing. With the shiny happy velvety red, cutely-clad motherfuckers that I’d see joyfully dashing about in every torturous 90-second commercial slot if I still watched TV. Here we go … Continue reading
In your face, I see generations of women hunched over endless swaths of cloth for over a dozen hours in a row, knotty and pained fingers weaving, threading, stitching, pushing through the routine of debilitating stiffness. In your face, there … Continue reading
At a leisurely 3 p.m. on Day One, we strolled into Downtown Manhattan and stumbled upon the location where a bevy of activists finally convened after evading the cops for the first half of the afternoon. Hundreds of people had … Continue reading