|Civic Center Red line Station|
|Tents of Protestors on the lawn at City Hall|
|Many Camera and Crew with Laptops|
While going up this escalator, I start to feel excited again. I was going to my first protest and definitely a cause that I have been privately fighting for some time. For the past 4+ years I have been downsizing my life so as not to be enslaved any longer by this capitalist society. The hardest thing to adjust was what I wanted for my life, was it really that bill of goods on the "American Dream", or was it to be able to determine my dream and my desires for my life. Well I chose the latter, knowing that it was going to take some rather painful re-adjustment of my belief and value system. Oh, but this was not about me, oops sorry. However, it is relevant to the working American wanting to take back their lives. One of the first things that I noticed as I approached the corner of 1st and Spring streets, was law enforcement sprinkled throughout the area. The second thing that I noticed were the large number of people out there with camera and video equipment, and now as I approach I will be adding to that number since my camera is also strapped to my right hand.
As I started to walk through this park, I remembered a news report on how this protest is costing taxpayers money, and my immediate thought was "here we go", the use of the media to control the minds of the public. The reason for the possible bill to taxpayers would come from the alleged damage done to the lawn on the side of City Hall that faces 1st Street. First of all, there is a weekly Farmers Market that is usually held in this exact same spot, on this very same lawn, so do you think the lawn was plush prior to this protest? No it was not, mostly because there are a great deal of large trees that doesn't allow enough sun to come through for the grass to be plush. On top of that most of these trees have large exposed roots. So you take a look and see if you think that there was once plush grass there. As I walked further in the midst of the people and all of the tents, I started to get a headache. The place was very clean, no trash on the ground, no decaying food, not even the smell of urine. What was immediately causing my sinuses to go bonkers was the strong smell of marijuana. It was coming from the tents as well as those just standing around smoking it as if the police officers were not less than 5o ft away. Only in California would this be possible. So I walked around and talked with a few people, listened to a couple of people speak, but knew that I would not be able to hang around too long, because now I had a full-blown sinus headache that was not going to let go. So I wished many good luck, smiled, and walked across Spring street on my way back to the Red-line station. Feeling disappointed in this experience, not having known what to expect, and obviously expecting too much. I hoped that stopping to get something to eat at the Highland Center on my way home, and taking something for this blazing headache, would help me to put all of this in perspective. So here I am sharing it with you. More Photos