(Photo by Brian Nguyen/The Aggie, courtesy of boingboing.net)
There are occupations, and then there are preoccupations with occupations.
Here in New York, a preoccupied, post-occupation holiday meant a quieter-than-usual General Assembly on Christmas eve, the prelude to a holiday of charity and prayers at Zuccotti Park (Liberty Square). December 26 was the movement’s rather anticlimactic 100-day anniversary, which for me called to mind traditional Asian commemorations of births -- this fledgling, too, of uncertain duration.
I am certain, though, that it’s no flash in the pan. Since September 17, small somethings have changed: nights are colder and the tents folded up; "99%" replaces talk of bootstraps and perfect meritocracy; and taxation means the rich can pay more. We are post-encampment, unsure of what to occupy, having control now of only our minds and speech.
And so it is that a culture of occupation, an occupying mode is the crux of it, seeping into our very own Asian America. From protest and commentary to quarrel, farce, and artistic tribute, Occupy ______ is in some fashion here to stay.
Here’s a sampling of what it’s looked like so far:
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