$.99 and the 99%: Occupy SF
But most of us aren’t cheap-asses. If my bank account were to ever swell beyond my miniscule barista’s paycheck, I’d be dropping dollars left and right.
Damn. I could pay my parking tickets. I could eat something other than filched tomatoes and parmesan-raw onion quesadillas. I could (gasp!) withdraw 20 bucks, buy myself a gourmet cookie, and use the change for laundry. I might even get myself new pants, the kind without holes where the bike seat chafes.
If you’re paying any sort of attention to the United States that exists beyond your closet bedroom in that Outer Sunset inlaw apartment, you probably have heard of the Occupy Wall Street movement and its nationwide counterparts. OccupySF has been making a ruckus for weeks now on Market Street and all around the Financial District, protesting economic inequality.
Some of the occupiers camp out at Justin Herman Plaza all the time. Thousands of others come for the daily marches. Saturday’s march, at 3 pm, centers around police brutality, which the occupiers have felt firsthand.
Whatever your background or reasoning, and even if you’re one of those folks under the impression that the occupiers are a rag-tag group of young people all fighting for different things, check it out. The Occupy movement is fighting for, as they say, the 99%. When was the last time you saw that number? Oh right. When you snagged a dollar-deal half-dozen glazed doughnuts to last the week.
Saturday, October 22nd
Photo Credit: Occupy SF