The first thing we noticed was that this event was barely planned. #OccupyCleveland had a few individuals who appeared to be coordinating the day's events, but it was clear there was no schedule and there was no real preparation for the adult pajama party that was supposed to happen that night.
As we eavesdropped on conversations and asked around, we discovered that the coordinators were unsure about whether they would be permitted to camp at the park - they were negotiating most of the day with City of Cleveland officials and City Council members. In the end, the best deal they could get was permission to sleep on the sidewalks as long as they weren't blocking any walkways or businesses.
To their credit, they were very intent upon obeying the laws and respecting law enforcement. They emphasized that law enforcement officials were part of the 99%. Well, for now, anyway. There were warnings from the leaders about what might happen if anyone so much as stepped outside a crosswalk.
There was no food supply planned except for a small stash they were giving away after the first hour. They were Tweeting throughout the day that they were accepting food

This was the entire food stash. Most had already been given away by 3 PM
We sat in on the Tech Team meeting and discovered that although they had plans for a cell phone charging station, they realized they had no source of electricity and city ordinances prohibited them from having electric generators in the park. Plus they didn't have extension cords. Oopsies.
It was a mostly white, age-diverse crowd. The reality is that there were two completely different protests occurring simultaneously. Check out the bipolar selection of photos below:



Note Communist fine print

I don't remember the last time I've been somewhere with so many smokers







Nice tribute to Capitalist Steve Jobs


Abolish Capitalism
And of course, what protest (of any kind) would be complete without this guy?:

Wait, what? This is the great and terrible Moveon.org? This old man who had nothing even mildly interesting to say and failed to get more than a yawn out of the loosely gathered crowd? Well, kids, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain or you might see that this is a bunch of smoke and mirrors, just like the rest of these "protests."
Eventually, one of the leaders told the crowd that it was time for the march that was planned. They said that anyone who had an opinion about where we should march should come to the microphone to share their thoughts and we would have a democratic vote. Sheesh! I briefly considered proposing a march to Kapitalist Krispy Kreme, but restrain myself to keep from blowing my cover. Since only one person actually had an opinion, the majority decided to march to Public Square and City Hall.
About half a block into the march and the "This is what democracy looks like" chants, I had had enough. We had marched passed several construction workers in orange vests - people who were actually working. I looked up at the buildings around me and thought about the people working hard to earn paychecks for their families, including my own husband, who was working in one of those buildings to provide for our family. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt like I was betraying my country and everything I believed in. It was one thing to stand on the outskirts of that group, listening to the speeches, but I could not march with them and become one of them. We fell out of the march and headed back to our cars.
On that walk back to the parking lot, my friend and I reflected on the huge contrast between this group of protesters and those at the Tea Parties. Even though Tea Party members are angry and frustrated with the government and taxes and a host of other issues at times, the rallies are overwhelmingly uplifting and positive events. They are hopeful and focus on positive solutions. Even the music is designed to inspire and encourage. #OccupyCleveland, in contrast, was the opposite. In was depressing, negative, unfocused, and offered no solutions. Add mindlessly boring to the list as well. There's nothing worse than a completely unplanned, day-long open mic program.
I do, however, kind of like my fake tattoo. I think I might keep it for a few more days.
