Tuesday, November 15, 2011
A buzzing noise overhead awakened me at about 3 a.m. two days ago, Tuesday, November 15, 2011. My brain still foggy from the lack of my usual jolt of caffeine tried to think of what could cause aerial activity at that pre-dawn hour. Without the need to check the news, that whirring sound signaled that it would be an eventful day. Something important enough to cause such movement in the normally quiet darkness was taking place.
I eventually surmised that what I was hearing was the sound of the whirring of a distant helicopter’s rotating blades. That sound accompanied me throughout the day, although honestly, I tuned it all out for the most part.
Yes, I didn’t even notice the constant whirring until I ventured outside to drop off and pick up my kids from school, and go about my daily routine. Two, three or more black specks against white clouds and gray skies hovered up above, at various parts of Manhattan throughout the 15th. Like black dragonflies, they hovered, moved about, turned and hovered some more, always at least as a duo.
Around Zuccotti Park – 3:30 p.m.
The choppers were up above near the courthouses when I went to Little Italy, when I got off the bus to walk home, and when we passed by Zuccotti Park at about 3:30 p.m., when I saw for myself what I had heard. The police were inside the park, and Occupy Wall Street (OWS) protestors were outside the barricades. Only a few Occupiers were there when we passed by—as we peered from and walked across the street to avoid the crowd and commotion.
A man with a clear plastic bag over his clothing, and another fellow wearing a yellow poncho and a yellow hat with 99% written on a square cardboard stood outside Trinity Church on Wall Street.
The towering figure donning yellow saw me and said, “We’ve been thrown out of the park.” Shaking his head he added, “It’s a sad day.”
He and his friend proceeded to the entrance of the church, which leads to Wall Street, and trudged towards it.
Around Zuccotti Park – 6 p.m.
This time, the familiar drum beating and chants filled the air that had been pretty silent two-and-a-half hours ago. It was once again alive with activity. The Occupiers had come back, and were standing inside the barricades. The police looked on outside as media tried to get their shots.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
A buzzing noise awakens me at about 5:30ish this a.m. This time my foggy brain need not strain too much. I already know sans listening to press coverage that something is abuzz…perhaps, amiss at Zuccotti Park, home base for Occupy Wall Street. I’ll know soon enough. For now, let me write in an otherwise still and quiet morning.
Today marks what would’ve been two months of encampment at the park. As you are all aware, OWS promised more action to commemorate the movement’s anniversary, perhaps in front of the New York Stock Exchange building. Surely Occupiers at all their global bases will stand united.
As the copters’ blades buzz at a distance, and a new day begins, I’m praying and hoping the 17th of November will be marked with peaceful solidarity and compassion. Where issues will be voiced without turning to arms or chaos—not only in Lower Manhattan, but also throughout this beautiful world we all call home.
Stay safe everyone.