Code Pinker Handcuffs Herself 'To' Goldman Sachs, Goes Off in Ladylike Way: The Total Bad-Assery of the Average Occupier
"January, 20, 2012, members of WomenOccupy meet with investors of Goldman Sachs in the financial district of San Francisco. This is how the meeting ended!"
This chick is wonderfully wacky as she goes about her DIY activism; I dig her more and more as the cops close in and she becomes increasingly surreal. My favorite part is where she scolds the rent-a-cop who's trying to eject her by schoolmarmishly pointing out, "I'm handcuffed here." How rude!
Lots of people sniff at such antics which is cool because I absolutely would have, too before the 1% made an increasingly anarchist (ever non-violent) believer out of me. What's left but anarchy and absurdist political theatre in a nation as increasingly Big Brotherish as ours; did you not watch the fascism on display in Oakland last night? If you can't beat them, make them look silly. Until you can beat them.
I joined Occupytheprimary in New Hampshire a few weeks ago (more on that later), and we made the candidates' lives hell; I will forever cherish the personal role I played in that. We never scrimped on the standard marching and sign waving but the 'bird dogging' -- wherein we follow them everywhere and torture them with both serious 'town hall' debate and tactics designed to humiliate and teach-- is a thing of beauty. If they'd let us speak, we would, but they won't, so we flip them off.
Dave Weigel, whose work I admire tremendously, tossed off that, "Presidential campaigns are serious things, and hecklers, like debate moderators, are unserious." Unserious? Really? A 52 year old black woman camping (you know we don't do that) with a bunch of homeless and noisy college kids? Hitching her way around the northeast to do anything possible to help the movement? Standing for over an hour like a sardine in a can so as to be near enough Mitt to drive him crazy, all while surrounded by his Nazi-like supporters and politically profiled off public premises? In the beginning, we'd been able to disrupt as a group with the safety of numbers, but eventually, they ejected all the folks whose white-boy dreadlocks and multiple piercings identified them occupiers, so we had to enter individually and stand alone, surrounded by people so entitled, one of them spit in the face of an 11 year old OccuKid. I kid you not. The cops, Mitt's staff and supporters became increasingly crazed as the days went on -- will they escort us out this time or will they get rough and arrest us? What if no one saw me get arrested? I occupy knowing how very effectively my ex-husband will use this against me as I fight to rescue my children (see: why I occupy).
Unserious?
Don't let the antics fool you; we couldn't be more serious. These OccupyWomen mic checking DSS could lose their benefits. I lost 13 pounds during the time I spent on the road 'sticking it to the man' in the only way I can right now (I'd be out there still if If I could have worked out the details). I slept on floors, I protested for hours with a blinding sinus headache and I shared a hotel room for two nights with a guy I'd just met at the Albany eviction so I could get to New Hampshire (he turned out to totally rock). Once there, I shared a floor with a guy weird enough that I never slept at all; next day I hooked up with non-creepy strangers from Wall Street and, between protests, lived with them in the New Hampshire boonies where no one would have ever found my body. Every time I wave a sign, or jab one fist and one peace sign in the air (you can have either, America), or the cops descend, I have to 'om, om, om' myself out of my terror that a tear gassing will trigger my asthma while I'm ziptied. Worst of all, is my nightmare that my glasses get broken in the melee and I spend days in jail unable to read. A van full of men I didn't recall meeting (being the only Negro in New Hampshire, everyone knew me) pulled up at the church which fed us from 2-5 everyday, screeched to a halt and yelled, "Hey, Vegas! Newt just changed his venue. Jump in." And I did.
The bravery of the unbelievably stupid young adults is breathtaking. It requires a post all its own.
Unserious?
Wacky though she seems, we don't know what would happen to Code Pink lady when the video ended and neither did she when she handcuffed herself to the 1%. Unserious?
Having put our lives on hold, our bodies on the line and volunteered to live like bums, we have to be among the most serious people on earth (I include protesters all around the world). We're brave and getting braver all the time because we have to (Romney's supporters frighten me still) and we keep our spirits up with the absurdity of it all. I doubt I laughed ten times in the last decade; I laugh my ass off with my new OccuFamily. Actual ROTFLing as we tried to figure out just how we were going to stash our signs and stuff on our persons to sneak them into a Romney event (you have us to thank for his campaign having outlawed signs indoors).
You gotta laugh because America has been absurd and surreal for some time now, we're just the only ones awake enough to notice. What was it Ghandi said.....
Expect us.
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