Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between or opting out, WE HAVE GOT THE PARK.
I’ve been following Occupy Rochester and the movement in general very closely–I even made it out to a General Assembly at Washington Square Park. You may have caught a Tweet or ten (thousand) on the subject.
A major fight for us has been the freedom to assemble in that park past its hours of operation, a la Zuccotti and the original Occupy Wall Street, and so many of its siblings that have sprung up in these two months. Forty-eight people were arrested for the sake of that freedom, one of whom was a schoolmate of mine at MCC, the last person you’d expect would get hauled off in a paddy wagon. His middle name should be “peaceful”, for frak’s sake.
Those forty-eight arrests were not in vain. We have gained that freedom, and those who are capable of occupying 24/7 can now do so without worrying whether they, too, will face charges. Hell, set up a warm enough corner of the park and I’d like to spend a night there. I’d also like to take my flute out for a spin. Surely the occupation could use some Bartok?
So. Whose park? Our park. And may it remain that way indefinitely.