Celebrating Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. at Marin Poetry Center

MARIN POETRY CENTER presents Indigo Moor, Wanda Phipps, and Al Young. Three nationally acclaimed black poets will read in honor of Martin Luther King for the Marin Poetry Center in San Rafael, CA on Thursday, January 19, from 7:30-9pm.

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DO WE LIVE IN A MEANINGLESS UNIVERSE?
An op-ed from Michael Nagler
and the Metta Center for Nonviolence

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Las Vegas’ Musicians for Peace play tribute to MLK at REVERBNATION

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
— Martin Luther King, Jr.

Francis Miller / Life

Happy Birthday to You

Stevie © Liam Yeates

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Nobelprize.org Biography of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Michael Ochs | Time | Getty Images

Born in Atlanta, Martin Luther King, Jr. moved to Montgomery, AL, with his new wife Coretta in 1955 after King accepted a position as pastor of the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. King met Coretta while he was studying for his Ph.D. at Boston University and they were married in June 1953. Yolanda, their first child, above, was born in November 1955.

© Gene Herrick/AP

Coretta Scott King welcomes her husband, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., as he leaves a courtroom in Montgomery, Ala., on March 22, 1956

Martin Luther King and Malcolm X

Photo circa 1964 – Herman Hiller, New York World-Telegram & Sun – Released into the public domain by the original copyright owner

President Lyndon Johnson and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in the White House, March 1966

(Photo: Yoichi Okamoto/Lyndon Baines Johnson Library and Museum)

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Audiobook available

Why I Am Opposed to the War in Vietnam

This post features a KPFA Pacifica audio and transcript of the full, lesser known sermon delivered at the Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, GA, April 30, 1967

The text and audio of “Beyond Vietnam,” the widely circulated sermon of April 4, 1967 (delivered at Riverside Church, NYC), may be viewed here at a link to Stanford University’s Martin Luther King, Jr.Papers Project

The sermon which I am preaching this morning in a sense is not the usual kind of sermon, but it is a sermon and an important subject, nevertheless, because the issue that I will be discussing today is one of the most controversial issues confronting our nation. I’m using as a subject from which to preach, “Why I Am Opposed to the War in Vietnam.”

Now, let me make it clear in the beginning, that I see this war as an unjust, evil, and futile war. I preach to you today on the war in Vietnam because my conscience leaves me with no other choice. The time has come for America to hear the truth about this tragic war. In international conflicts, the truth is hard to come by because most nations are deceived about themselves. Rationalizations and the incessant search for scapegoats are the psychological cataracts that blind us to our sins. But the day has passed for superficial patriotism. He who lives with untruth lives in spiritual slavery. Freedom is still the bonus we receive for knowing the truth. “Ye shall know the truth,” says Jesus, “and the truth shall set you free.” Now, I’ve chosen to preach about the war in Vietnam because I agree with Dante, that the hottest places in hell are reserved for those who in a period of moral crisis maintain their neutrality. There comes a time when silence becomes betrayal.

The truth of these words is beyond doubt, but the mission to which they call us is a most difficult one. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government’s policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within one’s own bosom and in the surrounding world. Moreover, when the issues at hand seem as perplexing, as they often do in the case of this dreadful conflict, we’re always on the verge of being mesmerized by uncertainty. But we must move on. Some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony. But we must speak. We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak. And we must rejoice as well, for in all our history there has never been such a monumental dissent during a war, by the American people.

Polls reveal that almost fifteen million Americans explicitly oppose the war in Vietnam. Additional millions cannot bring themselves around to support it. And even those millions who do support the war [are] half-hearted, confused, and doubt-ridden. This reveals that millions have chosen to move beyond the prophesying of smooth patriotism, to the high grounds of firm dissent, based upon the mandates of conscience and the reading of history. Now, of course, one of the difficulties in speaking out today grows the fact that there are those who are seeking to equate dissent with disloyalty. It’s a dark day in our nation when high-level authorities will seek to use every method to silence dissent. But something is happening, and people are not going to be silenced. The truth must be told, and I say that those who are seeking to make it appear that anyone who opposes the war in Vietnam is a fool or a traitor or an enemy of our soldiers is a person that has taken a stand against the best in our tradition.

Yes, we must stand, and we must speak. [tape skip]…have moved to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the burnings of my own heart, as I have called for radical departures from the destruction of Vietnam. Many persons have questioned me about the wisdom of my path. At the heart of their concerns, this query has often loomed large and loud: “Why are you speaking about the war, Dr. King? Why are you joining the voices of dissent?” Peace and civil rights don’t mix, they say. And so this morning, I speak to you on this issue, because I am determined to take the Gospel seriously. And I come this morning to my pulpit to make a passionate plea to my beloved nation.

This sermon is not addressed to Hanoi, or to the National Liberation Front. It is not addressed to China or to Russia. Nor is it an attempt to overlook the ambiguity of the total situation and the need for a collective solution to the tragedy of Vietnam. Nor is it an attempt to make North Vietnam or the National Liberation Front paragons of virtue, nor to overlook the role they must play in a successful resolution of the problem. This morning, however, I wish not to speak with Hanoi and the National Liberation Front, but rather to my fellow Americans, who bear the greatest responsibility, and entered a conflict that has exacted a heavy price on both continents.

Now, since I am a preacher by calling, I suppose it is not surprising that I have seven major reasons for bringing Vietnam into the field of my moral vision. There is…a very obvious and almost facile connection between the war in Vietnam and the struggle I and others have been waging in America. A few years ago there was a shining moment in that struggle. It seemed that there was a real promise of hope for the poor, both black and white, through the Poverty Program. There were experiments, hopes, and new beginnings. Then came the build-up in Vietnam. And I watched the program broken as if it was some idle political plaything of a society gone mad on war. And I knew that America would never invest the necessary funds or energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as adventures like Vietnam continued to draw men and skills and money, like some demonic, destructive suction tube. And you may not know it, my friends, but it is estimated that we spend $500,000 to kill each enemy soldier, while we spend only fifty-three dollars for each person classified as poor, and much of that fifty-three dollars goes for salaries to people that are not poor. So I was increasingly compelled to see the war as an enemy of the poor, and attack it as such. (more…)

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Courtesy Persimmontree.org

Editor, Gail Entrekin

Published by Hip Pocket Press
Managing Editor, Charles Entrekin
Art Editor, Carol White
All work reprinted by permission of authors

The canary in the coal mine was a primitive early warning system used by miners to alert themselves to poison gases seeping into the mines. If the canary was found dead, it was time to get out quick. As a metaphor, its significance for me includes not only the salvation of the humans, but also the casual loss of the canary, that fragile and innocent bird with its lovely song, sacrificed without a passing regret. So often the poets of a culture are the canaries, the first ones to be hurt by trends so large that they are not immediately visible. This time the poets are raising our voices on behalf of the natural world, which cannot articulate its plight.

Issue Number 15, Winter 2011-12

• Northing | Clara Quinlan

• After Apples, Listening | Tom Sheehan

• Chinook Coming Home | Penelope La Montagne

• Folding Together| M Jackson

• Oak Tree Grove | Allegra Jostad Silberstein

• Rebellion of the Salinas | Robert Coats

• Release | Lissa Kiernan

• Remnants | John Smith

• The Deep Frozen Desert | David Chorlton

• The Night the Crickets Began To Sing | Gail Larrick

• Tree-Trimmers | Eileen Malone

• Wind as Conceptual Artist Lois Marie Harrod

© 2011 by Hip Pocket Press and each individual contributor

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Read the Pulitzer poet’s entire November 19, 2011 NY Times op-ed

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Activists raised a tent in front of Sproul Hall on the Berkeley campus as police officers in riot gear retreated on November 9.

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OFFICERS

Mr. Hansen, the cop at the campus gate,
Put me through college.
While the dean of women
Advised against it, too complicated, the cop said,
You get enrolled some way, and I’ll let you in.
Every morning, four years. On commencement day
I showed him my diploma.

Later when radio news announced Clark Kerr
President, my first rejoicing
Was with Mr. Taylor
At the campus gate. He shook hands
Joyfully, as I went in to a Marianne Moore reading.

And we exchanged over many years
Varying views of the weather.

Then on a dark night a giant officer came up to the car
When we were going to a senate meeting, strikebound by pickets,
And smashed his billy club down on the elbow of my student driver.

Where do you think you’re going? I suddenly saw I knew him.
It’s you, Mr. Graham, I mean it’s us, going to the meeting. He walked ||||away,
Turning short and small, which he was, a compact man
Of great neatness.

Later when I taught in the basement corridor,
The fuzz came through,
Running, loosing tear-gas bombs in the corridor
To rise and choke in offices and classrooms,
Too late for escape. Their gas masks distorted their appearance
But they were Mr. O’Neill and Mr. Swenson.

Since then, I have not met an officer
I can call by name.

– Josephine Miles

from Collected Poems: 1930-1983
© 1983 Josephine Miles

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AN UNTENDER UPDATE

UC Prof and former U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Hass

The Police Riot at Berkeley: If They’ll Beat a Poet Laureate, Will They Kill a Student?

– Jesse Kornbluth (Huffington Post, November 13, 2011)

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© Associated Press

UC Berkeley’s Sproul Plaza | November 15, 2011

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Looking for poems

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TROUBLE BESIDE THE BAY

© 2011 Alex Merto / The New York Times Co. ||| Courtesy robertsilvey.com

Op-Ed commentary by poet-novelist Ishmael Reed in the New York Times (November 8, 2011)

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Jack Foley

© Robert Galbraith | Reuters

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Each of these columns by Jack Foley first appeared in Alsop Review

Painting of Jack Foley by Anthony Holdsworth

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OCCUPY OAKLAND

“Stop the tear gas.”
— Mayor Jean Quan’s daughter
in a text message to her mother

“Look what happened to Rome.”
— A protester

“Poor Jean. I want to title the photograph ‘Quandary.’”
— Jack Foley

© Lacy Atkins | SF Chronicle

I know Jean Quan, the mayor of Oakland. She’s an old Leftie—was part of the Free Speech Movement at Berkeley way back when. Her husband Floyd recalled the FSM at her victory dinner. He said: “On strike, shut it down!” That’s exactly what the Occupy Oakland people are planning to do to Oakland next Wednesday. By calling in the cops—who obviously did a terrible job–Jean firmly placed herself on the Fascist side of the great divide. “All right, we are two countries,” wrote John Dos Passos in his great book, USA. I wonder whether Floyd remembers what he said at that victory dinner. The Occupy Oakland people have set up their tents again. Will the mayor learn from her mistakes and do something to help them rather than staging another pre-dawn raid? Probably not. Hard for a politician to say, I was wrong. But she was wrong. And she has made herself—and Oakland’s elite—the object of opprobrium from progressives throughout the country. Michael Moore arrives today!

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In a public statement, Jean Quan tried to be “accommodating” and hoped that everyone would “unite.” But she told Occupy Oakland that they can’t camp overnight. Zip goes the accommodation. The tents, the “occupation” is the whole point, the symbol of the movement.

Occupy Oakland will of course attempt to camp overnight. What will the mayor do? Call the police in again? Injure someone again?

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Jean Quan is a person who has done much good work and deserves support on many levels. Though she has personally apologized to the seriously injured Scott Olsen, I think the mayor’s major problem at the moment is that she really doesn’t understand the situation she’s in—or the nature of the protest Occupy Oakland is making. She should attempt to work with the protestors, allowing them to have their tents and their “occupation.” That way she could have some influence over what happens. (Santa Rosa’s City Manager Kathy Millison—no doubt profiting by Quan’s example—has ordered police to allow camping outside City Hall, at least for a few days.) By telling the protestors they can’t have their tents, Quan’s attempted “accommodation” becomes just another ploy for her to assert power. And they have the upper hand in this game. Her foolish, expensive police action means that if she does that again she will look doubly bad. And, as they used to say and are saying again, “The whole world’s watching.” A friend writes: “I’m starting to wonder if it’s even POSSIBLE to govern from the Left.  Some very talented, good-hearted people have sure been crashing & burning of late.” This incident is a sad indication of how far Jean Quan has moved away from the politics of her youth. “On strike, shut it down” is now what people are saying to her.

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Oakland City Councilmember (District 2) Pat Kernighan writes:

By the second week the encampment had become a dangerous fire hazard for the people staying there, not to mention a health hazard from people defecating all over the place. The people who were residing in the encampment on Frank Ogawa Plaza refused to talk with or cooperate with City staff about how to make the encampment safe for the people staying there. The residents of the encampment included people in fringe political groups, chronically homeless people, and others who refused to take responsibility for keeping the place clean or safe. They had open flames from candles and barbeques right over the hay which covered the entire site, not to mention propane tanks in the mix. The place was a conflagration waiting to happen. There were a host of other issues, including the refusal of the campers to allow paramedics into the camp, even when campers called 911. The City Administrator very reasonably believed it was a life safety issue and decided the campers must be evicted since she couldn’t get any cooperation from them.

Some of the media coverage and much of the internet reporting of the police evicting the campers was one-sided and inflammatory. Many reports left out the fact that the police gave the campers the opportunity to leave the camp voluntarily, which a lot of them did. The ones who resisted pelted the officers with rocks, plates and bottles, but still the eviction happened without anyone getting hurt.

Looking back with 20/20 hindsight, the City should probably not have had such a large and visible police presence at the Tuesday night protest march. The sight of all those officers in riot gear set a confrontational tone.  However, given the recent history of the Oscar Grant riots, the Police Chief had good reason to think it would be prudent to have a large force available.  At the first Oscar Grant protest, the police took a more passive approach, only to have the march turn into a riot where small businesses were vandalized all over downtown.  OPD took criticism for allowing that to happen, so they have staffed up for subsequent demonstrations.  The unfortunate truth in the Bay Area is that no matter how just the cause and how reasonable the majority of marchers, there will always a small group of anarchist provocateurs who show up to instigate violence.

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Note that Councilmember Kernighan does not address the question of whether there were people within Occupy Oakland that were working to solve the problems she names. And why should “a small group of anarchist provocateurs” merit “such a large and visible police presence”?

In her District 4 newsletter of October 28^th, Oakland City Councilmember Libby Schaaf writes:

These are difficult times for our country. Many people can’t find work, families are losing their homes, and there is great frustration about our political system. Thousands of people in cities across the country have joined the Occupy Movement to express their frustration and to make their voice heard.  Occupy Oakland has an important message not only about political and economic injustice, but also about how individuals can collectively act and make a difference. While a small handful of protesters clearly acted irresponsibly, the central message of the protests resonates with many of us.

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The issues being articulated in the Occupy movement are, as my son Sean rightly points out, quite different from the issues being articulated in the 1960s. Yet the strategies are strikingly similar—and the strategies suggest that, despite the differences in specific issues, the deepest objects of protest are the same and are in fact the same throughout the world. We live in a society of spectacle, of image, in which much information is communicated by what things look like, not by what in fact they are. What does the image of armed police in riot gear descending in the early morning hours on a group of young people asleep in their tents look like—especially when the young people are there to protest a situation which almost everyone agrees is inequitable and out of control? Al-sha’b yuridu isqat al-nizam (“The people want to overthrow the system”). “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

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This is a poem by Oakland-based poet Adam Cornford:

OCCUPY EVERYWHERE TOGETHER

Occupy Wall Street

Occupy Wall Street and the Loop and the Financial District and the City of London and the Bandra Kurla and the Paseo de la Reforma and the Nihombashi and the Pudong and the Bankenviertel and the Paradeplatz and every other ganglion of the parasite clamped with its million hooked lips over the aching skull of the world

Occupy Tahrir Square and the Puerta del Sol and the Piazza di Spagna and Liberty Square and Trafalgar Square and the Place de la Concorde and the Akropolis and Red Square and Alexanderplatz and Tiananmen Square and Ogawa Plaza and every other place where just popular government’s parchment promissory note has crumbled and expired

Occupy capitols and parliaments and palaces and national assemblies and all their cupolas and halls and corridors and expel the designer pimps of profit and pollution and cover cold marble symmetries with hilarious hand-lettered shouts and outrage banners and warm loud angry imperfect bodies of democracy

Occupy the offices of bankers and landlords and hedge fund managers and the offices of the CEOs of global retail chains and mining corporations and oil companies and arms manufacturers Occupy their networks to uproot their file systems decrypt their secrets Occupy their publicity and power-wash their corporate faces to reveal the rotting flesh Turn their quarterly reports into collapsing towers of zeros

Occupy the net and the web and the social media and the blogosphere and the infosphere and all the other virtual villages and suburbs and malls Make all Power’s secret cities into naked cities all its invisible cities into visible cities Occupy all the hidden cities and forbidden cities and public squares and gated communities of the communiverse

Occupy the public parks and the public lands and the sliced and shrunken wilderness against the belching backhoes and graders Occupy the public schools against the soft-spoken reasonable graders and backhoes of fake equality leveling minds like the tops of small wild mountains Occupy the public universities and chop off the money tendrils of parasitic partnership crawling through labs and research centers

Occupy the factories hells of boredom and injury teach the robot cutters assemblers presses new dances for making new rhythms for need met with utility and grace Occupy the fields industrial carpeting of chlorophyll machines in sterile gray nutrient and give the old nutritious cruciforms and grasses back their alliances their intermingling in live dirt as intricate as skin

Occupy language as it scrolls and crawls and winks Power’s festering poetry in shiny pixels and screen-head voices all around you Clean it with brisk brooms of incredulous irony and wire brushes of collective scorn Occupy language and above all wash it with our imaginative tears for all the misery and death it has been tortured and neutered into concealing

Occupy the seven parts of speech and the rhythms of long and short phonemes along the trail of the sentence winding or straight Occupy hypotaxis and conjunctions to build a commonwealth of words where beauty clarity and purpose move again together in one body electric like blood its red sign and figurations its nerves and syntax its conjointed bones

Occupy your bones and stand them up like tent poles for your sweaty skin Occupy your blood so it circulates the iron-tasting oxygen of truth Occupy your nerves so they carry news of the soiled wind and the stolen ground and the ragged multiplying multicolored banners of solidarity Occupy your hands and close them on other hands to know them and bear them up bear them up bear them up

Occupy. Everywhere. Together. Occupy! Everywhere! Together!

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And these are some interesting websites:

http://weroccupyunited.com/post/12048830842/micheal-moore-speaking-now-at-occupysf

http://peopleslibrary.wordpress.com/2011/10/22/occupy-wall-st-poetry-update/

http://www.bopsecrets.org [Server may be down, so keep trying]

BoingBoing.net

http://www.dailykos.com/ “Look at the first picture in Cairo. Tahrir Square folks rallying for Oakland. That is really amazing.”

© AFB

Demanding their share … protesters mount tractor trailers loaded with shipping containers, raising their banners to proclaim victory, in the Port of Oakland. (Coverage by the Sydney Morning Herald)

October 30, 2011

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THIS IS OUR CITY AND WE CAN SHUT IT DOWN.

—Poster

A note from a friend:

“An estimated five thousand students and teachers and parents and children joined the general Oakland Strike today, including a ‘Children’s Brigade.’ They are now marching on the Port of Oakland to close it down and have been successful in turning workers away. Unfortunately late in the afternoon a group of anarchists known to the PD as the Block Black turned to vandalism smashing windows at Whole Foods and banks. Protestors were not part of this.  Be interesting if the media tries to pass off the violence on the protestors. Local media has been fair on this coverage and PD acknowledged violence was due to the anarchists that infiltrated the march.”

Another friend saw on a live stream a banner saying “POETRY TENDERNESS REBELLION” and was energized by it. He asked me to photograph it, but I couldn’t find it. He added, “In London, during the occupation of Fortnum and Masons in Picadilly a few months ago it turned out some members of the Black Block were agents provocateurs.”

What I saw Wednesday of the Occupy Oakland movement event was just fine. Pleasant, good weather. Pretty good reggae singer, not so good rap poets—one of whom pointed out the limitations of President Obama. Good vibes, as they say. Lots of we-are-the-people-we-are-wonderful-and-better-than-the-people-who-are-not-the-people—always a feature. Not a lot of police presence and no sense of any need for that. Similar to the 1960s—but with an interesting difference. In the 60s people at such gatherings made a real effort to be friendly, to talk to strangers, etc. It was part of the Be the change you want to see. The people here understood about protest and about the need for “unity,” but they were like any group of people on the subway or a bus: they weren’t unfriendly but there was no effort to be sociable with one another, no welcoming smiles. They get the notion of protest—which is good—but they don’t seem to get the sociable aspect of these things. Welcome the stranger; he’s here too. Still: a good experience. Jean Quan will probably get some good points for it.

The Occupy Oakland movement seems to have hit the headlines all over the world. Our son Sean [Foley], currently in Kuala Lumpur, was delighted to see it on the BBC. The “General Strike” was a huge success. It shut down the port of Oakland. The guys driving the container trucks welcomed the demonstrators and invited them to climb up on the trucks and ride. It was grand. And it was massive. Hundreds and hundreds of people, myself among them for part of the time. Jean Quan will undoubtedly take credit for this—and rightly so. This time she did something right. Incidentally, Sean suggests that the reason the people in the crowd did not manifest the friendliness of people in similar crowds in the 1960s is this: these young people have never been properly socialized in terms of face-to-face connections; their primary interaction with people is via the internet! Perhaps he’s right.

What I said above needs to be qualified a little. Apparently, during Wednesday night, a bonfire was lit in the street. The police suppressed this and used tear gas and flash bang bombs—but not to the extent that they did earlier. Also, a car driven by an angry driver, furious that people were preventing him from getting on, hit a demonstrating pedestrian. The pedestrian was not seriously hurt.

Someone remarked that the night had been unfortunate but the day had been wonderful. It had been wonderful.

Take a look at I AM NOT MOVING – Short Film – Occupy Wall Street.

It’s amazing that Oaktown should be, momentarily, Revolution Central. Yet we have immense ethnic (and even gender) diversity, good weather, terrific restaurants, and a working class with an attitude. We have banks, we have economic woes. We do not have a university. We have schools being closed and confused leadership. We have drugs, murders, discontent, and anger. And we have a port that can be (and was) shut down.

Here is a flower (words are flowers)
We’re the men and women
Who broke the banks
Who scattered the cache
(That kept the cash)
On Wall Street
al-sha’b yuridu isqat al-nizam
“The people want to overthrow the system”

— Jack Foley

November 3, 2011

© 2011 Jack Foley

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An eye-opening website

Iraq vet critically injured by police at Occupy Oakland

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Josh Brown may be in the same group as the bankers and brokers that the Occupy movements are protesting against, but he’s just as angry as the protesters are at his own industry.

© Emmanuel Dunand / AFP | Getty Images

Josh Brown: In 2008, the American people were told that if they didn’t bail out the banks, their way of life would never be the same. In no uncertain terms, our leaders told us anything short of saving these insolvent banks would result in a depression to the American public. We had to do it!

At our darkest hour we gave these banks every single thing they asked for. We allowed investment banks to borrow money at zero percent interest rate, directly from the Fed. We gave them taxpayer cash right onto their balance sheets. We allowed them to suspend account rules and pretend that the toxic sludge they were carrying was worth 100 cents on the dollar. Anything to stave off insolvency. We left thousands of executives in place at these firms. Nobody went to jail, not a single perp walk. I can’t even think of a single example of someone being fired. People resigned with full benefits and pensions, as though it were a job well done.

The American taxpayer kicked in over a trillion dollars to help make all of this happen. But the banks didn’t hold up their end of the bargain ….

For the whole story, go to Marketplace Money
(Friday, October 14, 2011)

Courtesy thereformedbroker.com

Approach to Wall Street, Manhattan, October 2011

• Visit Josh Brown’s blog: TheReformedBroker.com

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• Economy-watcher John Cassidy’s RATIONAL IRRATIONALITY
Top Ten Unlikely ‘Occupy Wall Street’ Supporters
(The New Yorker, October 17, 2011)

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