Why Occupy Wall Street made Francine cry

Francine Prose explains: 

As far as I can understand it myself, here’s why I burst into tears at the Occupy Wall Street camp. I was moved, first of all, by what everyone notices first: the variety of people involved, the range of ages, races, classes, colors, cultures. In other words, the 99 per cent. I saw conversations taking place between people and groups of people whom I’ve never seen talking with such openness and sympathy in all the years (which is to say, my entire life) I’ve spent in New York: grannies talking to goths, a biker with piercings and tattoos talking to a woman in a Hermes scarf. I was struck by how well-organized everything was, and, despite the charge of “vagueness” one keeps reading in the mainstream media, by the clarity—clarity of purpose, clarity of intention, clarity of method, clarity of understanding of the most basic social and economic realities. I kept thinking about how, since this movement started, I’ve been waking up in the morning without the dread (or at least without the total dread) with which I’ve woken every morning for so long, the vertiginous sense that we’re all falling off a cliff and no one (or almost no one) is saying anything about it. In Zuccotti Park I felt a kind of lightening of a weight, a lessening of the awful isolation and powerlessness of knowing we’re being lied to and robbed on a daily basis and that everyone knows it and keeps quiet and endures it; the terror of thinking that my own grandchildren will suffer for whatever has been paralyzing us until just now. I kept feeling these intense surges of emotion—until I saw a placard with a quote from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself: “I am large, I contain multitudes.” And that was when I just lost it and stood there and wept.

From the Occupy Writers project. Today Pro Publica unleashed a fascinating database tool that allows you to see how inequal income in your county is, compared to the rest of the nation. Ventura County, where I live now, is not so bad — right around the fifty percent mark.

But the Upper West Side, where I once lived, and which in my time was actually kind of poor, has become absurdly unequal: richer than 99% of the nation. That number sounds familiar…

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  1. Steve Bloom

    I suspect a census tract comparison would show VC in a much different light. A county with lots of rich and lots of poor living segregated lives will average out to look the same as one that really does exhibit more income equality.

    November 5, 2011
  2. Kit Stolz

    Hmmm…you raise an excellent point. How is this index assembled?

    November 6, 2011
  3. Steve Bloom

    WP has what looks to be all the relevant info or links thereto, but I didn’t wade through it all.
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    November 6, 2011