11/10/12 — Time’s Up! & Occupy Sandy effort to bring food, supplies, energy bike charging stations and mobile bike repair to the Rockaways. photo by Brennan Cavanaugh
(Source: Flickr / txup)
GTFO of my city, “protesters”.
broken glass by “occupy oakland protestors” marching by last night. the forthcoming Tribune Tavern.
i would have taken a picture to show police. and also called the police.
once i called 911 when i saw a couple garbage bins across the street were lit on fire, but they told me they already got a couple calls on that.
a few minutes after the “protestors” passed my block i heard police sirens, anyway. then few more minutes later, more sirens.
OPD is one of the worst police departments in the nation; people can get away with crime easily in this city, but i hope they nabbed some of these troublemakers.
#respectourcity #oaklandish
like 25 “protesters” marching around downtown oakland right now, chanting ows stuff like “banks have got to go”, while breaking more shop and car windows.
NOT COOL.
ruined my night.
(do you see why my mom would pay $$ each month to park her car that she barely uses anymore in a secure parking garage?? ughhhhh thank you “protestors”/rioters/violent drunkards for perpetuating the reality that oakland is kinda dangerous)
i didn’t even want to take a picture of them from my window, that’s how embarrassing these people are to me.
a block away on Broadway.
good to be back home.
**I think it’s occupyoakland’s protest against foreclosures by Chase Bank..
yesterday afternoon after sunday streets berkeley, bf and i go to the pizza place nearby to redeem an extra voucher for a slice a pizza that another volunteer gave to us.
but it’s only one slice—won’t be enough for both of us—so we plan to give it to some homeless person (not difficult to find in downtown berkeley) and then go to a restaurant for a more filling dinner.
I’m sitting at a table outside keeping an eye on our bikes leaned against a bike rack, unlocked. waiting for bf to order the pizza. a kid (well, teenager/in early 20s) comes up to me and asks if I have a dollar and ten cents to spare so he can buy a burger from mcdonalds across the street.
I tell him No, (well I did have the money, but it was my last dollar in cash in my wallet. and i follow the rule to never give money to homeless people, but actual food instead in case they use the money for drugs), but if you wait a bit, i can give you a slice of pizza. bf’s inside ordering it right now.
Cool, awesome, thank you so much. He sits on the ground/sidewalk right by the table, even though there’s an empty chair across from me. He has a hand on the ground, in a leaning position. People are walking carefully around him.
He looks pretty young, probably around my age. Face dirty—a bit sunburnt, oily and unwashed. Short/med black hair. Black north face jacket, blue jeans, black Nikes that still look pretty decent, except covered in dust/dirt. maybe a pair of Nike Frees.
After I very briefly tell him about myself (never one to talk about myself), I ask about himself. “Occupy Oakland ruined my life.” How so?
Happy birthday, Occupy. (photo taken on 15.09.12.)
May Day 2012, san diego. by Cynthia Tecson.
Here are some more photos from Seattle. Check out scenes from around the nation in our May Day gallery on Framework.
Photos credit: Stuart Isset / Bloomberg
