“Writers, Readers”

"Writers, Readers" opinion piece.

I haven’t written much about the “Wall Street Protests” going on in most major cities around the United States.  If it’s LGBTQ rights I usually get more heated, and unfortunately I’ve bypassed what I think is an amazing movement by the American people.
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Earlier today, my mother came screaming into my room (yes, I still live with my parents if you haven’t figured that out, I’m one of those basement rats that has moved up to living in the upstairs and collecting elephants & books instead of video games).  She was yelling about my “Letter to the Editor” that appeared in this weeks Friday morning News & Observer in Raleigh.  I was writing about the republican bigotry coming from Charles Krauthammer who writes for the Washington Post about all things corporate greed.  His first article can be found here.  I’d like to think this is what the protestors are fighting against, but their argument hasn’t become a clear notion as of yet.  They are fighting many things; the suffering, the exuberant school loans, the 1% of people who can afford to keep making money while the middle class becomes stagnant, or worse, in poverty.
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I think this is the real argument behind the movement; the unlimited spending of corporations to candidates who will support whatever it is they want, which is essentially to crush the little shopkeeper down the street who shined your shoes for the last fifty years, or sold your antiquarian books for the last thirty with his wife and truck load of children.  Corporations, right now, are getting the say in America and here we thought that this was a people’s county, a country started by pure and passionate democracy by Founding Fathers who yes, may not have always been as “golden” as the “golden boys” we think of them to be, but they started a nation based on free speech.  At that time, and at every other time in our nation, people’s speech has been limited.  It was a white man’s world then, and only just recently have the rights of others been counted towards the progression of this nation.  Fortunately, the women who came before me have made it so I have a voice, albeit small and floating on a dainty flower, I still have one.  I’m allowed to cast my ballot in a fire house down the street without white men crowding around me and shouting.  I’m allowed these rights.
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But where have the rights gone from the collective voice of the people?  Why are we not being heard over the bulldozers, and twenty-seven story buildings of the corporation.  Why, again, have we gone back to letting men in tight, fitted suits sitting in large offices with distant views decide the fate of the collective country?
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After listening to Rita Dove speak at Chautauqua Institution this summer I wrote in my journal that I loved “the collective murmur” of the crowd as she stood in her bonnet and floral dress to address us.  It’s that sound, not quiet, or stale air that lets you know that people are listening, that they are engaged in what you’re doing, that they want a small piece of you to take home and share with their families over dinner.  And this is also the piece that our nation has lost, the collective murmur.   It has so long been dismissed by those bigger, but not better (who are still actively in the collective, but shouting louder) and has now been lost in a drown of suits, and board rooms.  But, here, here we have it in the Wall Street Protests, here we are hearing all those Who’s down in Whoville shout defiantly for weeks.  They are not only a murmur, but they are a large percussion band, a football stadium, a group not scared of silence, and roaring loud (but not obnoxious) above the towering buildings and between the fibers of the royal suits.
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If they will not stand to hear our murmurs, they will stand to hear our shouts.  “Everybody shout, get your hands up and shout!”

2 thoughts on ““Writers, Readers”

    • Cassie says:

      Thanks lovely lady! I visited your blog – love the dog obedience school post. My brother had the hardest time training his first dog so I totally get it. :)

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