What was Oakland’s muddy “Lake Quan” as Occupy went into winter
hibernation has resurged as a sea of green. Green grass, that is.
After Mayor Quan and OPD evicted the Occupy encampment at Frank
Ogawa Plaza late last year, stating the occupation encouraged rats and other
creatures and destroyed the lawn, city officials ran water sprinklers for days to
flood the park and discourage re-occupation.
On May Day 2012 the grass is back!
As does much of what happens in the lives of human beings
and their communities, this story has complexities.
Frank Ogawa Plaza has been renamed (unofficially and by
popular usage) Oscar Grant Plaza in memory of a young Oakland father shot to
death on the BART platform in that city on the first day of 2009.
Judging by the uneven quality of the Grant Plaza’s new grass
it is not the usual citified seeded lawn. Instead, it’s the au natural tough stuff that resurges anytime
seeds take the opportunity to sprout, to thrive, and to prosper the way our
natural world can prosper!
It’s a good metaphor for Oakland…and for Occupy!
Thousands rallied at the intersection of 14th and Broadway in
the evening of May Day to celebrate the spring forward of Occupy across our
nation and our planet. It had been a long, warm afternoon milling around and
occasionally dodging scores of well-organized police in and around Oscar Grant
Plaza (despite mainstream press accounts, there was just not as much violence
as described: read
my blog account that shows a lot more pix).
A Maypole or two appeared. One of them, bedecked with dark
green ribbon, attracted a group of the often-criticized Black Bloc-ers, some carrying
make-shift shields, who danced around the pole and weaved the ribbons...then
they turned around and danced in the opposite direction and un-weaved the
ribbons.
A recyclable Maypole weaved by self-described anarchists!
Another metaphor for Oakland (“what ye anarchists weave, so
shall ye have the opportunity to un-weave”)?
Oakland is a special city, a reflection of humanity that reprises
many ordinary people’s lives: diverse, outspoken, hospitable although burdened
with social and financial obligations, and longing for responsible freedom.
It also has far too many of a far too little heard segment
of a growing population: mothers whose sons have been shot to death by Oakland
police officers.
A handful of these mothers, and an uncle, addressed the
rally.
Sobering.
As a former “military mom” who faced the potential death or
injury of a beloved son in war I can only imagine the nightmarish rage one
carries after a child is shot to death by those hired to serve and protect.
Yet, reflecting other human qualities, the City of Oakland also
presents its fair share of NIMBY: “not in my backyard”.
As a media person and self-appointed “culture critique-r”, I
tend to mingle in crowds and talk to a range of people. Yesterday, I encountered
multiple episodes of NIMBY-ism.
One occurred as OPD closed in on the crowd and pressed it into
the intersection of 14th and Broadway from three directions. An elderly man
approached to warn we’d better go home. Then he asked where I was from. I told
him I live about a mile away in another city. (In fact, before engineering an
estuary, my city was a peninsula that jutted off the Oakland Hills and into SF
Bay.) He launched into what seems to be a consensus among Oaklanders and reiterated
by Mayor Quan: “they” (Occupiers) come from out of town to make trouble in “our”
town and “we” must pay the financial burdens -- extra security, damage to local
business, etc.
I heard the same complaint on the re-routed bus as I returned
to the plaza for the 6pm rally. Three passengers near me kvetched about Occupy:
“don’t see the point”: “messes things up for all of us”: and “they come from out
of town, don’t even live in Oakland!”
We engaged an energetic debate for a couple of minutes: only
one woman was willing, grudgingly, to concede “it takes a village” to create change.
For Occupy is not only about Oakland. It’s about ordinary people,
here, there and everywhere, evaluating the quality of our lives and finding
them out of whack; it’s about ordinary people agreeing to risk raising our
voices in the fast disappearing public commons; it’s about all of us striving to improve things for all of us while we still
can.
It’s about bringing us together, not about dividing us.
And it’s about not demonizing any groups, especially those
on the frontlines, until they’ve unequivocally showed us that they’ll always be
against us.
Just as segments of the anti-war community tend to demonize
military recruiters, for example, Occupiers tend to demonize police.
Indeed, an Oakland man addressed the rally last night and
urged the crowd of several thousand to “oink” and send a message to “the pigs”
that make up OPD.
I don’t oink…not as a member of an already emotional crowd.
For history teaches very clearly what can happen when emotional
crowds lose their bearings.
This man is angry – righteously so: his nephew was murdered
by police in a public place.
But.
We, the 99% have a long way to go. We must keep our bearings
as we head into Occupy 2012.
Meanwhile, let a million blades of grass bloom: unseeded,
uncitified, uncultivated…in Oakland, and around the world.
Viva Occupy!
