I Reminisce…
Okay okay, I know it has only been a day into the new year, but it does not hurt to reminisce on the good times I had in 2011, right?
My favorite product of 2011 was the Occupy Wall Street movement, and when it spread locally, I hopped on the next bus coming. no, literally.
November 2011
Fall is definitely approaching, as high gusty winds nearly tipped me over as I walked down my East Oakland neighborhood for the nearest bus stop. I had not taken the bus since my first year of college, and nearly squealed when I saw the bus fare had gone up 40 cents since I was in middle school (this could be a sign that I am getting old). The bus driver, obviously irritated by my drama, asked if she could help me with anything. A dollar oh-five would have been nice, but I instead asked if she would be making any detours in the Downtown area. As I had expected, she told me that she would be making detours to avoid the general strike that Occupy Oakland organized for today. This strike mimicked the general strike of Oakland in 1946, where 100,000 workers walked off their jobs in a struggling post-war economy. The 1946 strike was successful. The Occupy Oakland general strike aimed to close the Port of Oakland today, which I later found was successful.
After the detour, it seemed like the bus driver dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I decided to use my senses and follow the cannabis and hippie smell to the Frank Ogawa Plaza, where the protestors meet.
When I finally arrived, I found was looking for the wrong place all along. The Frank Ogawa Plaza was now the Oscar Grant Plaza to commemorate the young Oakland teen gunned down by Oakland Bart police on New Year’s Eve.
In a teeny tiny corner I put “starving college kid” Holla if you hear me *Tupac Voice*
Then the occupying began …

When I took a picture, the occupiers startled me to a near death; “don’t just take pictures! Join us!” I obeyed. I mean, why not? These people are willing to go to jail, for heaven’s sake.
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Well after ten minutes of chanting, and writing legal numbers now in case of an arrest, my stomach started growling, and I headed to Burger King. Cowardice at its best, but if I was going to be arrested today, I would at least want to go on a full stomach. Anyway, the protesting must have already rubbed off o n me; I nearly occupied Burger King for raising the price on their rodeo cheeseburgers 20 cents.
I then learned the Occupy Berkeley protestors marched to Occupy Oakland to join the strike. If you are unfamiliar with the Bay Area, this is a cool 20-30 minute walk. They planned to march to the University of California, Berkeley offices in Downtown Oakland to protest against tuition hike. I had just learned that prior Reagan’s unsuccessful attempts to charge tuition at University of California schools, the schools were virtually free (with the exception of nominal registration fees). This was only some 20 odd years ago, and Berkeley’s tuition is now $13,360. More interestingly, I pitied the absence of Black student protestors. Then it dawned on me, and I asked a protestor, “of the black student population at Cal, how many would you say are on sports scholarships?” He broke down that of the 35,000 students enrolled at Cal in 2010, 1,200 are African American, and he believed a majority of them received sports scholarships. I would not be surprised.

Overall, I had a wonderful time engaging with Occupy Oakland protestors. What was most overwhelming was the sense of solidarity, pride, and power that I assume my ancestors felt during the Nat Turner rebellions, and what their descendants felt during the 60’s revolutionary movements. I am proud to have witnessed the direct result of enlightenment: activism. I now know that those high fall winds that I experienced earlier signaled not only a change in the season, but a change in the balance of power that the working class have fought for so long.