I’m torn with the “Occupy” movement, I truly am. On one hand, I am an unemployed person, who sees the need for revolution, on the other hand, I am a child of the post hippy-era–which means, that I feel revolution brings about change, not peaceful protest.
If you look quite carefully, you will see that I was named after the wife of a Beatle….but I also have the last name of a very “Commercial” family. While I may not actually be a trust fund kid out of either of my infamous namesakes, I do tend to bear the responsibility of simply having my last name.
My entire life, people have expected me to be more than I am. Expected me to have some random trust fund in the ether. Expected me to have some wild business acumen that is simply not my style….a lot has been expected from me, not by my family, but by those who assume my family to include some rich publishers that we have long since been disassociated from…
Back to the point, I’m not coming from this opinion of the Occupy movement from the stance of an unemployed person or someone who shares a surname that dates back to the Plymouth days….I’m speaking simply as an American.
This generation is the first that has had to directly compete with our parents for jobs. Don’t believe me? My dad and I literally applied for the same job. Neither of us got it. A college grad with zero experience did. And was let go 6 months later and replaced by my dad. Nowhere in that equation was I even an option.
My resume includes middle management in a Fortune 500 company, upper management in a company based in the UK, upper management at a newspaper and an executive position at a State University, but I can’t get a fucking minimum wage job.
I’d call it a joke if I thought it was at all funny, but the countless hours I’ve spent freelancing to subsidize my meager existence really doesn’t call for laughs.
I’ve literally applied for jobs in EVERY MAJOR CITY WEST OF THE MISSISSIPPI. Again, not a joke. I have not received one single job offer. Over 16 months. I also feel that it needs to be said that in MY ENTIRE ADULT LIFE, I HAVE NEVER SOUGHT ASSISTANCE! Honestly, I’ve lived on 18 cent packets of ramen, but food stamps never crossed my mind. In all fairness, it’s good they didn’t, I’d have never qualified considering I don’t have kids….
My point here is this: Standing in one place, saying how you “want someone to forgive your college debt” doesn’t make me feel bad for you….nor does it make me want to join you.
I decided against college because even though I knew my first two years would be free….I didn’t feel like financing the last two.
I want a job. I’ve applied for many, but I don’t expect them to happen….and I really don’t think that “peacefully protesting” is going to make one magically appear…
Democracy, while in theory, could be self-sustaining, it doesn’t work when corporations are making the products elsewhere and distributing within the democracy. It all has to happen in-house. That’s how we created the “middle-class” and that’s genuinely the only way to sustain one.
But corporations don’t work that way….and occupying Zuccotti Park isn’t really going to do shit to change that fact. We either have to take our money away from them…which isn’t going to happen…I mean, honestly, are you willing to commit to not using any Apply products until they shift manufacture to the US? I don’t think I can….
Or…we have to be willing to fight them.
Personally, I’m getting to the point of the latter. Everything history has taught me is that democracy really doesn’t have a history past 200 years….we’re at 235 years and shit is starting to crumble………
Capitalism has failed us, and god help me, I would love to know what the next step for our country is, but I don’t…..I just know that personally….I’m struggling ten times more to keep myself afloat than when Rick Perry cost me my job 17 months ago….and I’m fucking tired of it.
But hanging out in a park isn’t the fucking answer.