Once Upon a Night… Our Foggy Business
Roving around NYC one late Spring night the Illuminator was thinking about eviction from public space and the right to assemble. Where can Occupy Wall Street go if public spaces are selectively blocked and so many voices are selectively restricted from speaking in public?
The Illuminator’s first light into the night immediately hit the low bank of fog covering Brooklyn. Like other beams sometimes forced up into the NYC sky, this beam instead looks forward to a brighter day.
Cruising through Prospect Park, the Illuminator wondered about who are “they” and whose “freedom” do “they” hate? Cars honked in support as they saw the bat signal for the 99%. The city’s million public trees rustled wondering if they were next to be among the 700,000 residents stopped and frisked.
Questions the Illuminator felt amidst the mild evening chill: Can the NYPD barricade the sky? Can Billionaire Mayor Bloomberg make the union boys in the Sanitation Department throw away the fog? Which jail do falsely arrested photons end up in?
Casting its beam above Grand Army Plaza, the Illuminator carried on into the night, confirmed by all the shouts and horns of support for what she says is true, “another world is possible. We are unstoppable.”