Thank you to everyone who joined us on 9/17 to tell governments and corporations Enough is Enough and demand an end to fossil fuel investment. We had a great turnout, and a fantastic rally, march, and die-in to protest government inaction, complacency, and greenwashing on the eve of the UN General Assembly. This is only the first action in the lead-up to COP 26, and it sent a strong message that We. Are. Watching.
Plus, your participation in the rally and march provided cover for three nonviolent direct actions against three banks that are the largest investors of fossil fuels - Bank of America, JP Morgan Chase, and Citibank. Just in case the crowds, signs, blocking of entrances, and arrests didn’t draw enough attention, there was also a boat drop in the middle of the street with a sign saying “Stop the Greenwashing.” 36 people were arrested, and it took the NYPD over five hours to remove the protestors. Read more about the coordinated events and watch the video!
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I detest activist nostalgia.
There is much too much to do in the current moment.
So we battle away.
I loved Occupy Wall Street.
Don’t look back.
Well, ok sometimes look back.
As a public commons, it was a place to see everyone I knew, every week for months and months.
New York has lost so many commons, Charas, etc.
It was great to just run into activist comrades like we used to.
There was a time when we’d run into David Graeber or members the Young Lords organizing to shut down US military bombings in Vieques on any given afternoon, in between meetings.
And then the city shut it down.
But for a while there, it was that.
Every time I went I ran into old friends and new friends, as well as ideas in the chalk on the sidewalk, new ways of thinking about politics, wanderlust, desire, Situationism, Marxism, and battles overpublic space.
It was a movement about income inequality that found expression in conflicts over public space.
It was also a scene.
Squatters and comic book writers, anarchist puppeteers met with drag performers, staging political performances every day.
On and on and on.
But it wasn’t a place where people focused on specific issues for very long, beyond ‘shits fucked up’ and inequality.
It didn’t last.
But ideas burst from there, movements, Occupy Sandy, Black Lives Matters, People’s Puppets, Strike Debt, and Occupy the Pipeline.
The committees were bountiful, Outreach, Direct Action. I got involved with the Sustainability Committee, that brought the food waste out of the encampment into the community gardens of the Lower East Side, connecting what was happening in the park with the city, the bike lanes and non supporting transportation, with gardens and livable urban ecology, and energy.
In the years after the movement dwindled, everyone went in separate directions.
But one affinity group kept going, Occupy the Pipeline, connecting sustainability issues with battles against fracked gas pipelines. They picked an issue, fracked gas, focused like a lazar beam, and worked to help ban the practice in New York state.
What they did not succeed in was banning the production of natural gas infrastructure in New York.
The state would continue to build pipelines to move natural gas.
Financial institutions would continue to fund the projects.
And politicians would turn their backs on activists imploring them to block permits for these projects, even after the Paris Climate Agreement and New York Climate Leadership and Community Protection Act were passed.
In other words, they could not stop the means of production, supported by a system of financial institutions and politicians and oil companies.
In the Operating System, Erik Laursen (2021, 17) suggests humanity faces three distinct challenges, each interrelated. These include climate change, income inequality, and mass migration. Each of these phenomena overlap. Climate change, witnessed in landslides disrupting lives, storms, rising sea levels, creates more migration crises, adding to the numbers of those seeking asylum. At any given moment, one of these phenomena can transform lives. Those on the Gulf Coast know it. In my neighborhood in the Gowanus, people are still cleaning out their flooded homes after Ida, reconciling with the damage.
On the ten-year anniversary of Occupy Wall Street, these issues merged again, as struggles against exponential inequality merged with struggles against fossil fuel and the big banks.
There are some mornings, you feel history coursing through you. That was the feeling on Friday riding the subway with the teenager, walking out into the morning on 42nd street. Mist and a bit of morning due, the signs blinking, crisp fall, I was meeting members of Extinction Rebellion in Bryant Park. Pre action butterflies danced in my stomach. I thought about the other actions there, antiwar rallies, reclaim the streets on buy nothing day 1999, militarized police, the Feb 2003 anti war riot with color alerts bleeping all day long.
715 AM, we met in the park, talked about our rolls, and walked across the street to 42nd and 6th, where a van dropped off three pieces of lumber tied together.
Three of us at the front, three in back, we pulled it out. And the van drove off. Stepping in front of the entrance of the Bank of America, we lifted it at one end, setting up a tripod. A woman with a carabiner hoisted herself to the top, dangling down, held by ropes. In the meantime, activists helped hoist two banners:
“$198 Billion Invested in Fossil Fuels since the Paris Agreement.”
“Stop Funding Fossil Death.”
Four of us secured the ends of the tripods on the ground.
“Why’d you put this on private property?” asks one of the security guards who notices us.
I’m surprised we got it up before security or police showed.
“That was a fast deployment,” said one of the activists, now holding one of the three ends of the tripod so the climber was secure. Up in less than a minute, by 8 AM.
“There are so many things we can all do,” said another, referring to the IPCC report on climate.
Still, the clock is ticking.
In many respects, we’re running out of wiggle room.
But can we change the means of production, the relationship of people to our financial system, to buying and selling, habitual economic growth, extracting resources, heating the planet.
Robin was playing the humans; Bette, an ailing Mother Earth.
Robin talked about progress and technology.
Bette lamented the speed of the industrial revolution, followed by gadgets, things, consuming, and shopping. Still she noted, she’d be fine.
“I will survive… Its you I’m worried about.”
“How are you doing?” asks a white shirt policeman, strolling up to assess the scene, around nine AM.
Another crew of activists are blocking the entrances to the building.
He walks up to the other cops. They do not seem too concerned, taking it all in.
Onlookers are dropping by and snapping shots, school kids stopping to read our signs, and take selfies. Only a few hecklers. “Get a job,” is the usual rant. “Climate change is a hoax!” It’s probably a good idea to ignore these messages. Engagement often leads to conflict which gets in the way of our message. The Gandhian principle of nonviolence extends into language.
Sometimes its better to maintain a quiet, peaceful disposition.
But maybe we’re being too polite?
“Please stop funding climate change, please!!!” said another activist passing out flyers to everyone going inside the building through the one entrance that is open.
“I’m here taking space in front of the Bank of America,” said Taylor, sitting chained to the tripod. “Fossil fuel investment is investing in deaths floods, fires, storms. I’m holding this space for those who are threatened, endangered, evicted. I’m here for my children’s children. We can’t stop until this is addressed.”
Our climber looks out from her cocoon like perch, hanging from the tripod, taking in the scene. We send up cookies and snacks as they arrive.
All morning, more and more people drop by.
“I’m here because some day I want to have kids and I want to make sure this world is safe for them,” says another activist. A majority of those risking arrest are women. I’m holding the tripod, documenting as much as I can
“Divest now, off fossil fuels,” we chant, as the band Resistance Company plays.
“We are unstoppable, another world is possible!”
“Defund line three, no Brooklyn pipeline.”
By noon, the police arrive with a caterpillar truck that can hoist the climber out of our tripod without injury.
We get three warnings to leave or face arrest, putting police warning tape around the space.
The singer stays performing.
And a group of police surrounds him, pulling him out of there.
And one by one the activists holding the tripod are arrested.
“We see you, we love you!” we scream.
Legal support is getting info, about where they are going.
Throughout the morning we hear about other actions, a boat in Times Square, other trips in front of more financial institutions, putting them on notice, before the next COP meeting in Glasgow.
At the public library, kids are giving speeches to still more out there. They swarm through the streets, dying in at major intersections all afternoons.
I make my way down to 388 Greenwich Street, where activists have put up another tripod in the Privately Owned Public Space in front of the Chase Bank there. The police can’t move it as it’s a public space.
A few of us from the morning action are there.
We chat for a bit about it all, the actions, the history, future tasks, goals, feeling good about the work of the day, but hoping for more.
I make my way to Zuccotti Park where a few activists are chatting during a reunion, sharing pizza. One man is blowing a whistle to the old Occupy Chant, all day, all week, occupy wall street.
“I was on a contact high the whole time,” said John, a journalist, looking back.
Mark noted that after its over he’s always on his own.
The park was a place to hatch plans and to beat back alienation.
“De Occupy Your Settler Colonial Mind” says one graffiti.
“Eat the rich!”
“Our one demand, everything.”
On we chatted, connecting what had been with what was coming, beyond nostalgia, connecting a decade of climate actions, the people’s climate march, Sandy, Paris, fights for bike lanes, mutual aid projects, pandemics, waves of police brutality, Ida, struggles for sustainable urbanism and a city where we look out for each other, one slice of pizza at a time.
But have we beaten back inequality or climate chaos?
Maybe we are all being too polite as the world drags its feet?
The New York Times seems to be suggesting so:
Sept. 17, 2021
“The global average temperature will rise 2.7 degrees Celsius by century’s end even if all countries meet their promised emissions cuts, a rise that is likely to worsen extreme wildfires, droughts and floods, the United Nations said in a report on Friday. That level of warming, measured against preindustrial levels, is likely to increase the frequency of deadly heat waves and threaten coastal cities with rising sea levels, the country-by-country analysis . The United Nations Secretary General António Guterres said it shows “the world is on a catastrophic pathway.” Perhaps most starkly, the new report displayed the large gap between what the scientific consensus urges world leaders to do and what those leaders have been willing to do so far. Emissions of planet-warming gases are poised to grow by 16 percent during this decade compared with 2010 levels, even as the latest scientific research indicates that they need to decrease by at least a quarter by 2030 to avert the worst impacts of global warming.”