One of my coworkers said to me that she doesn’t understand the purpose of the #Occupy movement.
Let’s put it this way…
1 in 7 Americans lives in poverty.
1 in 6 Americans lives without health insurance.
And every day I park my car in a lot filled with Mercedes Benzes and BMWs. That belong to 17-year-olds.
So, you see, I said. People are tired. Tired of people saying that wealthy people deserve to have more. It seems to me that all a 17-year-old did to deserve a brand new $40,000 car was be born in the right zip code.
For the majority of us who were not that fortunate, I wouldn’t say we’re jealous. Just tired. Tired of people losing their homes. Tired of being afraid to go to the doctor because it will cost too much. Tired of feeling that everything being done for our children will never give them enough advantages.
But mostly tired of people with three and four homes, who drive to their jobs in big corporate banks every day, who make $1 million a year, and who never ever stop to think that maybe, just maybe, not everyone has it this easy.
So that’s why #occupy.
#Occupy so they can see as they walk to their fancy offices.
#Occupy so that perhaps the drive in the ultra fancy car is a little more difficult because you can’t drive down the #Occupied street so easily.
#Occupy so that “those” people “who should just go find a job” will be faces instead of nameless people–faces you’ll walk by on your way to buy a lunch that costs as much as families of 4 budget for dinner each week.
#Occupy so that we stop thinking in numbers and money and start thinking in solidarity.
See, it’s not about the money. It’s not a Robin Hood scheme. The purpose is not to rob the rich to feed the poor.
The purpose is to exist in common solidarity. So it’s not robbing, but it’s creating–building–community. Where each of us is responsible for the welfare of our brothers and sisters.