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Something bigger than yourself, part 2

I'm in the news today:

"In downtown Los Angeles, the Bank of America office near Pershing Square shut their doors before the official closing time to avoid the real possibility of having protesters come in to disrupt business there. Picketers chanted, “Bank of America, shame on you, save the plant for Chicago workers;” “Bail out the people, not the banks;” and “Banks got bailed out, they got sold out, justice, justice for UE workers.” Protesters included activists from Bayan-USA, SEIU Local 721, Labor-Community Coalition and the International Action Center."

Here's the whole article.

Okay, so I'm not mentioned by name. But I was there. My American Lit prof handed me the email yesterday morning in class because I had mentioned in Monday's class that contrary to what he said, there were in fact some people protesting the plight of the worker and I cited the sit-in at Chicago at Republic Windows and Doors. So I decided that this was a chance to make a statement for something I believed in. I was also really excited about this kind of nationwide solidarity.

Truth be told, there weren't more than 20 people there, and we definitely would not have gone into the lobby. But hey. It was effective. There was a lot of foot traffic, plenty of people in cars saw our signs, and we made at least one news source. KNX 1070 as well as Azteca 64 were there, so I don't know if we got mention in those outlets.

It was funny when we got there, because the news people were there, the police were there, but I couldn't find any other protesters. They were all a little late. :D A few minutes of walking around with my poster looking silly, then the organizer showed up. We stood on the corner waving at cars, then started marching around the bank entrance.

Afterward, Austin & I went and got some pizza. Wednesday is date night.

I would do it again.

Comments

Eric said…
Glad to see you stand up for what you believe.

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