A City’s Indifference: PJ Media at Zuccotti’s ‘Day of Action’
From New York's point of view, Thursday was even less of anything than you think.
November 19, 2011 - 12:00 am
Arrests seemed to peak at this time of greatest crowd size, and I caught these three barricade scrapers being dragged off in plastic cuffs. This would have been a fine time to do a shot with Stephen Green, but alas:
The crowd surged in the area where the meditator formerly was. I noticed at this time a Twitter freak-out on the #ows hashtag: talk of the park being some epic dance party, or of police brutality, or of the moment they’d all been waiting for, none of which was true on the ground.
Mr. Employable made his appearance, another instance of intentional strangeness, or possibly illness:
Some protesters found identity through anger, this is nothing new. “Action is character.” These few wanted revolution, they weren’t going to cause it, though. Just waiting for something to happen, wanting to be the muscle. Note the guy walking to the barricade and kicking it, then striking his idea of an intimidating pose for the riot cops watching. Wanting to be somebody, as if violence grants that.
Then his doofus buddy comes along, apparently concerned that the police have placed barricades at “his home,” and he drops the most comically stupid threat in the history of protest:
“I’ll barricade your dog.”
This sign marked the first attempt I found at delineating a cause: an actual demand! Let’s break it down:
“Failing to warn the public about the true default rate” on student loans: we weren’t properly warned about our being unemployable. People like this are the reason we have warning tags on mattresses.
Around 2:00 p.m., I left. Got a few blocks away, and checked Twitter one more time: reports of a cop injured.
I came back. Below is video of the ambulance where the cop was receiving treatment for a lacerated hand, while his brethren stood by, caring for one of their own and protecting the ambulance. A Daily News reporter snapped away next to me, trying to get a telephoto shot through the ambulance window:
Minutes later, these two women showed up. Note one of them is wearing a City Year jacket: City Year is a division of Americorps, so you may be paying her salary. Did she know she was chanting at an injured policeman? I don’t know. I know she is yelling in the general direction of a busy ambulance:
Then came along this winner: as the police care for one of their own, he whines — whines is apt, just listen — that he was just “assaulted” by someone who may be a cop who “put his hands on him.” My guess: this alleged assault was accompanied by a “pardon me, sir.” Another example of a generation’s moral decay, entitlement, and perverse definition of “rights,” just about anything true of this leftist age fits. Do watch this one, you’ll enjoy the apt police response:
I left for good at this point. As I backed away, a group of three or four Asian tourists asked me in passable English:
Can we turn right here? We want to go through to Ground Zero.
I said I didn’t know, and that they would have to ask the police.
They were bewildered by the crowd:
What is this protest?
They didn’t know what they had walked into, and judging from where they intended to visit, they had a heartening perspective on what is worth seeing in America.