The
pigs are back! Not that they ever went away in the first place.
Their masters simply put them on a leash following the fall of
Saigon, when the Vietnam conflict ended back in the day.
Oh
yeah, they killed a few protestors too, around that time. Ya'll
remember Kent State, don't cha? Or maybe you folks heard about it
from the Jimi Hendrix song “Machine Gun,” or CSN & Y, “Four
Dead in O HI O.” Some of you, like me, may have even been gassed
while protesting between classes at UC...so you know what I'm talkin'
about.
Blacks
like me were protesting for our civil rights. Many white kids joined
the protests under the guise of solidarity but were in fact acting
out against their well off fathers, and the government that was
“grinding” them down (can ya'll say SDS?).
Kid
protestors died in other places around the US of A back then too,
shocking their rich, mothers and fathers back to the reality that it
was their own kids being shot at, kicked, beaten, gassed and killed,
not foreign little gooks from a faraway land or big and black panther
terrorist/criminals bent on destroying America. It's always open
season on black and brown people, even today....Except the glitterati
who have morphed into the Tea Bag Party, don't talk about it much,
and besides, they've allowed black upward mobility to happen so the
folks calling the shots these days, look just like the ones they are
beating up.
Internal
class struggle? Nah. The Committees of 50 are still in business
around the country. For those of you new to Cincinnati or born after
1979, The Committee of 50 was/is a group of the richest local
business men (one black, with a female spokesperson from Ky) who call the shots
in Cincinnati...regardless of who is mayor or police chief or
prosecutor or city manager...regardless of their various ethnic
persuasions. If the Committee likes it...okay...But if it
doesn't...then it becomes “LET THE DOGS OUT!” Regardless of who
is actually holding the leash. They quietly employ what I used to
call the “Lindner method.” The late Mr. Lindner, rest his soul,
used his money to pollinate all sides in Cincinnati ( we have three,
GOP, Dem and Charter) thereby guaranteeing that he would win the
argument, no matter what it was, because what politician is going to
bite the hand that feeds him or her. And as we all know, Mr. Lindner
went to his grave revered and relatively bite-free last week.
Enter
Occupy Cincinnati, recently de-trenched from Piatt Park( The Bortz
said you had to go. Resistance is futile...you're messing up HIS
park. Hello, Arn, long time). Did you know that OWSC is two groups in
Cincinnati...one white and one black? OWSCW is the group getting all
the media attention. OWSCB is, well black and ignored as always.
Politics, politics...
I
sympathize with OWSWC or B, whatever. The movement speaks to the inner
anarchist in me. It speaks to the me who is tired of
politicians....all of em. It speaks to the me who truly believes that
the only way to clean up DC is to drop a bomb on Capitol Hill and
start over with more women reflecting our numbers in the electorate,
term limits, and rules that prevent them from opting out of the laws
that affect me, thereby killing the mantra “do as I say..not as I
do.” State Capitols and city governments are not exempt. I am in
favor of a big fat fireman's hose turned on full blast at the
doorway into City Hall... like Hercules did to the Aegean
Stables....that would go a long way in washing away the stench of
corrupt government that permeates America at all levels.
30
years younger and I would be camped down in Pie-ett Park with OWS.
But I'm not. I've buzzed by and honestly, I see the same sitcom
playing out that happened back in the day when I was less jaded about
change. White kids taking a break from classes. Black people
invisible. Out of work folks looking to stay relevant. Activists
seeking face time. The homeless looking for a meal and way to re
connect with a society that obviously doesn't want their
participation. Opportunists looking for a way to capitalize on the
misery, but staying out of the real line of fire. No sign of pimpin'
ministers, yet either.
Missing
in action, those who grew up...sympathize with the protestors(so they
say)...except they have a J-O-B and a F-A-M-I-L-Y to support, so they
watch it unfold on the T-V waiting for the call that the revolution
has begun.
Trouble
is as long as we wait for somebody else or our kids to start the
revolution...it won't happen... It will take the whole city marching
to OWSCWB's tune to get the city to lay off and act for the people.
Otherwise, committee of 50 rules....still.
The
kids in Oakland expressed surprise at the police onslaught a couple
of nights ago. They were saying they didn't believe it could happen
like that. Guess their parents never talked about the civil rights
days or the war days. Guess they never cracked a history book or two
or three. The American Spring happened years ago, long before the
Arab Springs of this past summer. These young protestors protest like
they play video games...can't tell imaginary from reality with none
of them understanding the concept that every action draws an equal
and opposite reaction. When the going gets rough many of them will
retreat to the safety of Dad's home in the burbs. Trouble is...the way it is today...Dad's home won't be there much longer.....unless Daddy has millions to begin with.
So get ready...you ain't seen nothin' yet if the protests continue...you
still have no idea what your country is capable of....really...
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