Occupy Vancouver 2.0 and Occupy Vancouver 3.0 : Robson Square and Grandview Park

OccupyGrandviewPark

That guy looks totes familiar. Oh right, I think I saw his face on the wall of the Post Office…

United as One Divided by Zero

United as One Divided by Zero

The likeness is uncanny.

The guy in the photograph wasn’t on 4chan, though, he was at Grandview Park. Perhaps I’d better back up a day or so.

Occupy Vancouver, which had been Occupying the plaza north of the Art Gallery since its inception, was Injuncted by the City, with the result that they had to move house off that specific site. So they did: to a block South, the extremely beautiful and extremely under-utilized Robson Square Plaza outside the Provincial Courthouse. I used to work there, and that plaza is a gorgeous, multilevel space of considerable desolation, since nobody ever goes there.

http://twitter.com/#!/AY604/status/139130756202102784

Occupy Nullify

Occupy Nullify

Now, I was not and am not a fan of allowing Occupy Vancouver to be moved: as I’ve said repeatedly, it’s not Civil Disobedience until you Disobey something.

No one rules if no one obeys

No one rules if no one obeys. Your moment of Zen

but of course, I wasn’t camping, so I didn’t feel I had the right to decide that for the people who were, and those people decided to move to Provincial land, which the plaza is.

http://twitter.com/#!/OccupyVancouver/status/138781121088471040

It’s also well-covered over a fair bit of its area, with concrete cubbyholes where a tent can be snug and protected, which turned out to be very important when that night saw winds up to 90 km/hr. I picked up my camera around 2am (after washing all the dishes in the house and doing some darning as a procrastination measure) and headed over to the old site to view the wreckage, of which there was some but nowhere NEAR as much as I expected.

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As you can see from the slideshow, it was nonetheless desolate: cratered, soaked, the wood chip surface dissolved into a decomposed, ice-cold tea, which had necessitated the use of recycled pallets to elevate the tents out of the muck. No longer necessary, the pallets were stacked here and there by the paths, so if anyone wants some free firewood, here ya go.

Ashleigh‘s memorial is still on the site, but the umbrella that sheltered it is gone. At least it’s still protected by fluorescent posts and Caution tape.

I got shots of the entire chalk mural along the East wall of the stairs, and it is beautiful and of course impermanent, so that made me happy.

There was someone sifting through the fountain basin with a flashlight and bag, but when I asked him what he was looking for he turned his back and left. Some people are so touchy.

There was one tent left, but it was full of rubble: I’m nosy. I looked.

Then I went over to the new site and interviewed Cameron Bode of Occupy Vancouver‘s media team on how to do the livestream under circumstances like that. If that part of the livestream is embeddable, it’s news to me, but I’ll try. We did a walking tour of the Robson Square site and then went over to the old site for a trip down nostalgia ave. The umbrella blew out and completely wrecked near the end, and at that point we lost the ability to livestream because you can’t do that in a downpour without shelter of some kind, so oh well, we went back to the site and did this interview.

Shots from the new site:

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After spending the night in the relative snuggity of the new site, Occupy Vancouver (having proved they could be shoved around and displaced, like a powerless vagrant) was moved along again by another injunction. Premier Christy Clark tweeted her heartbreak that Occupy Vancouver was obeying the injunction:

http://twitter.com/#!/christyclarkbc/status/138810210671267842

Of course, injunctions don’t have spirits or souls, and neither, apparently, does Christy Clark, for in the middle of some of the worst weather all year, she ordered her staff to stay up all night getting the new injunction. And then boasted about it.

http://twitter.com/#!/kulpreetsingh/statuses/139240862201815040

Poor babies. Tell me, were they doing it in the middle of a public plaza during a wind and rain storm? No? Didn’t think so.

http://twitter.com/#!/OccupyVancouver/status/139119679015886848

And as predicted, they got their injunction. At about 4pm, Occupy Vancouver packed up again and moved to what they assumed would be a welcoming new home in the heart of EastVan.

But EastVan ain’t what it used to be. There were tweets saying residents showed up with signs telling them to leave Grandview Park (that was fast work, guys, very fast work) although when I got there no signs at all were in evidence, just one flag with which I could use some help: what the hell is it?

UPDATE: The flag of the free republic of Cascadia!

OccupyGrandviewPark

It ain’t Lebanon, that’s all I know.

Relations with the cops were…bipolar. But we hugged it out.

Occupy Grandview Hug

Occupy Grandview Hug

The chaos didn’t stop some really profound things from going on at the GA:

http://twitter.com/#!/OccupyVancouver/statuses/139229035120168960

After about an hour of photography I left, but in the meantime saw some interesting things including a media scrum with a woman from City Government of palpable importance whom I don’t recognize (I should watch tv news more, I guess).
UPDATE:

Dr. Penny Janet Drury Ballem,[1] MScMDFRCP is the city manager for the City of VancouverBritish ColumbiaCanada and served as a member of the VANOC board of directors, corporate director for Bentall Capital G.P. Ltd., as well as a senior adviser to RPO Management Consultants.[2] She is a physician and clinical professor at the University of British Columbia Medical School in the department of hematology and bone marrow transplant.[3]

OccupyGrandviewPark

She reaffirmed that Stanley Park was leased by the City, provincial or not, and that if there were ANY structures put up in it, they’d be removed by the City. When I asked her about Musqueam and other First Nations territory, she was visibly relieved to say the City had no authority there. So…something for future reference. Another friend says the land under and around the South end of the Burrard Bridge is Coast Salish, which would be very, very interesting indeed as a site for Occupy Vancouver.

Occupy Vancouver Injunction Provincial

Occupy Vancouver Injunction Provincial

Occupy Vancouver Injunction Provincial 2

Occupy Vancouver Injunction Provincial 2

And one final word, from the horse’s ass’s mouth:

http://twitter.com/#!/Medha_/statuses/139134020465340416

The Most Brilliant Protest Idea in the entire history of this space-time continuum

Knock Knock, who's there

Knock Knock, who's there WE TOLD YOU TO EXPECT US!

No, seriously,

The.

Most.

Brilliant.

/Shatnervoice

from GramercyPolice on Gawker:

…organize a fake protest flashmob. When the police show up, they should say they’re not protesting, they’re just impersonating protestors. See if Bloomberg still orders the police to beat up some reporters and Iraq war vets, just out of habit. Of course, then he’d say he’s only impersonating a mayor telling the police to beat up reporters and Iraq war vets. It’s all very meta.

Post-postmodernist, and almost certainly not prosecutable. Suddenly, 2pm Monday afternoon looks a lot more interesting.

Operation Global Media Domination: the Occupy Vancouver Situation

Octopi Vancouver

The Occupy Vancouver Media Domination Situation? Frankly, it sucks.

Occupy Vancouver sucks for hits, Google features nothing but page after page of mainstream media when you search for the term, and nobody in this town even seems to know I’m back from Yellowknife, let alone at Occupy Vancouver every other damn day/night. But that won’t stop me.

And it won’t stop me from boasting, either. Because I may not have the hits, but I have very glossy retweeters and atters, so there. I’ve lost the direct links to Neil Gaiman and William Gibson (once my favorite Starbucks customer), but that’s just because they talk almost as much as I do!

http://twitter.com/#!/johncusack/status/137296753132191744

not to mention a hit-boosting RT of my article from OccupyVancouver and Bianca Jagger. Yes, THAT Bianca Jagger; how many do you think there are? She’s pretty awesome on Twitter, so I doubt the world could hold more than one.

http://twitter.com/#!/BiancaJagger/status/132867728875864064

I always say thank you, because I have fucking GREAT manners, bitchez.

http://twitter.com/#!/raincoaster/status/132868584828452864

and she has excellent manners as well:

http://twitter.com/#!/BiancaJagger/status/132872576795033600

And so, even though I spent 15 minutes of my Twitter for the Occupy Movement workshop telling people not to cultivate celebrities as a media strategy, it does make for a quick and popular (and validating) blog post. So, do as I tweet, not as I blog? Or something? It’s been a long day.

Speaking of Validation:

http://twitter.com/#!/OccupyVancouver/statuses/137377839442956288

http://twitter.com/#!/janniaragon/statuses/137338515494154243

http://twitter.com/#!/janniaragon/statuses/137339174398341120

That’ll teach the Province to suggest I intern for them!

Soundtrack for OccupyVancouver

Bandanna and Egypt Flag at OccupyVancouver Wednesday Oct 19

UPDATE: you can add your own suggestions as YouTube videos in the comments: just leave the URL on its own line and walla! Instant video comment!

A wise man once said, or maybe it was me, that the only credible death threats at Occupy Vancouver are against the DJ, and anyone who’s heard the stuff he plays can understand why. It’s both hilarious and tragic that the Occupy movement has unhesitatingly ceded control of its soundscape to the person who owns the sound equipment on that basis alone. Ah, the 1% exist in any bellcurve, and it’s consistently appalling to me the way the 99% voluntarily subjugate themselves to it. Yes, the guy who owns the means of sound production is by default the DJ and it seems nobody has the power to eject him from this role, audible lack of talent notwithstanding. Minor keys and electronic drones; really, isn’t this the stuff they used to make Noriega surrender? I defy anyone NOT on psychoactive substances to actually assert that they enjoy this stuff. In fact, I don’t think there’s enough E in the world to make it fun, empowering, or uplifting. And not enough foam earplugs in the world to make it endurable; when you start praying for the drum circle to start, you KNOW something’s gone badly wrong.

So herewith are a few uplifting, enraging, inspiring, and even danceable tunes for Occupy Vancouver to assist in getting the dander (and other things) up, getting the blood (of the corporations) flowing, and drowning out that godforsaken DJ.

You’re welcome.

UPDATE: how could I forget the startlingly precocious Ta’kaiya Blaney from right here at Occupy Vancouver, singing her own composition, Earth Revolution? Corrected. This kid is performing this weekend at TEDxSFU, so I hear.

UPDATE: Here’s a playlist from MessicanicRebel on 8Track:

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The gorgeous and shockingly talented Mylene Farmer, from Quebec and France, singing Fuck Them All (lyrics in the linked post):

That’s the song that generally starts my day. If that goth-femme empowerment anthem doesn’t quite do it for you, try something a little stronger, namely:

Rage Against the Machine doing Wake Up, with one of the best slideshow fan-made videos in all of YouTube. Yes,
Anger is a gift.

I find it hilariously ironic that this video is, at 5 million plus views, so popular that it now has ads prefacing it.

WAKE UP

Come on!
Uggh!

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I’ll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin’ with the fury that they had in ’66
And like E-Double I’m mad
Still knee-deep in the system’s shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I’ll give ya a dose
But it’ll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
‘Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in this…
Wit’ poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin’ dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
‘Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I’m like takin’ photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

‘He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence…and embrace black nationalism’
‘Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers…And neutralize them,
neutralize them, neutralize them’

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

All woken up now? Great! Do you feel like working off some of that energy in a holistic, non-violent way? Good for you. Now is the time at #OccupyVancouver when we dance…with Tina Arena!

Yes, it’s cute and poppy, but peppy Aussie Tina Arena‘s hit Now I Can Dance is also an empowering anthem that all marginalized people can identify with (especially if they like to dance with trombone hats on their heads). It’s for anyone who’s transcended the box that the world has tried to put them in.
We are all the anti-Maru!

Now I Can Dance

So I hope this finds you well
Sun is shining down eastern valley ways
There’s some news I need to tell you
Give my Mother a kiss
Tell her I’m ok
I recall her words
“If it’s too easy
It never lasts
I have compromised
But I’m finally free of the past
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hold so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
All alone the other night
I came to realise we’d be friends for life
It was always meant to be
For some people the heavens can get it so right
Like an angel you see
You have graciously offered a hand
You’d be so proud of me
Now I’m finally taking a stand
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hope so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
Now I can dance
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hope so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
you eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
So I hope this finds you well
Sun is shining down eastern valley ways
So good
Be free
Can dance and laugh and just be me
So good
Be free
The clouds above have disappeared

God knows, I’m allergic to hipsters and hipster music (this is what hobbits would sound like if they could wrap their legs around a cello without splitting in two), but a true movement must be truly Of Its Time, and this version of the Clash’s Guns of Brixton by Canadian hipster band Arcade Fire is a uniquely 21st Century fusion of classic revolutionary ideas, a violent revolutionary anthem, and contemporary understated resistance, an iron hand in the velvet fingerless glove.

On the hurdy-gurdy and the trigger.

As I’ve said elsewhere:

this particular iteration of this particular song is the great protest anthem of our time. We’re not as raw as The Clash, but our riots aren’t just Quiet: they’re silent, but for the clicking of keys on an iMac. Vaguely apologetic but inexorable, conscious of the past and very much aware of this moment in history, twee, precious, metrosexual but somehow effective nonetheless; yup, this is us, right here, right now.

The Guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

And now that we’re in a mellower mood, here’s a pretty little thing for the anti-vivisectionists who I know have a strong presence at Occupy Vancouver: Mylene Farmer again (can you ever get enough of the Madonna of Europe?) doing Si j’avais au moins.

Si J’avais Au Moins English/French lyrics

Qui n’a connu
Douleur immense
N’aura qu’un aperçu
Du temps
L’aiguille lente
Qu’il neige ou vente
L’omniprésente
Souligne ton absence
Partout

Who has not experienced
Immense pain
Will only have a glimpse
Of time
The slow needle
Whether it snows or is windy
The omnipresent
Emphasizes your abscence
Everywhere

Qui n’a connu
L’instable règne
Qui n’a perdu
Ne sait la peine
Plus de réserve, du tout
Ni dieu, ni haine, s’en fout
Plus de superbe, j’ai tout
D’une peine…
Un enténèbrement

Who hasn’t known
The unstable reign
Who hasn’t lost
Doesn’t know sorrow
No more reserves, at all
Neither God nor hatred gives a damn
More superb
I have everything from sorrow
A darkening

Si j’avais au moins
Revu ton visage
Entrevu au loin
Le moindre nuage
Mais c’est à ceux
Qui se lèvent
Qu’on somme « d’espoir »
Dont on dit qu’ils saignent
Sans un au revoir, de croire
Et moi pourquoi j’existe
Quand l’autre dit je meurs
Pourquoi plus rien n’agite
Ton cœur …

If I had at least
Seen your face again
Glimpsed in the distance
The lesser cloud
But it belongs to those who are raised
As we summon some “hope”
Of which we say that they’re bleeding
Without a “goodbye” to believe
And why do I exist
When the other says I’m dying
Why does nothing more trouble
Your heart…

Tous mes démons
Les plus hostiles
Brisent les voix
Les plus fragiles
De tous mes anges
Les plus dévoués
Et moi l’étrange paumée
Fiancée à l’enténèbrement…

All my Demons, the most hostile
Breaking voices, the most fragile
Of all my Angels
The most devout,
And I, the lost stranger
Betrothed to gloom

And let’s not forget our roots; the people who invented Occupy: no, not Adbusters! They weren’t on this until July! I’m talking about those masked men and women, the wearers of the black suit and tie… not that guy.

This guy.

United as one divided by zero

United as one divided by zero

Note that even Miss Manners now recognizes “Guys” as unisex, so this is not only inclusive but technically correct. It matters. FACT.

And what enjoyable, uplifting musical interlude suitable to popping, locking, and/or protesting can possibly be brought to you by the world’s most famous, best-dressed Hive Mind? I’ll give you a choice of two!

This dubstep remix of “Hackers on Steroids“:

Or this hard-driving metal classic:

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OccupyVancouver NEW Livestream

Ty. Pi. Cal.

Just as I get the livestream in embeddable form, they change URLs on me for no particular reason. And drop from 133 viewers to 50.

Whatever. Here’s the livestream, and here it is in actual code that you can embed on a WordPress.COM blog.

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