No Excuses LeftChris Hedges
Either you join the revolt taking place on Wall Street and in the financial districts of other cities across the coun-
try or you stand on the wrong side of history. Either you obstruct, in the only form left to us, which is civil dis-
obedience, the plundering by the criminal class on Wall Street and accelerated destruction of the ecosystem that
sustains the human species, or become the passive enabler of a monstrous evil. Either you taste, feel and smell the
intoxication of freedom and revolt or sink into the miasma of despair and apathy. Either you are a rebel or a slave.
Choose. But choose fast. The state and corporate forces are determined to crush this. They are not go-
ing to wait for you. They are terrified this will spread. They have their long phalanxes of police on motorcy-
cles, their rows of white paddy wagons and their metal barricades set up on every single street leading into the
New York financial district where the suits use your money, money they stole from you, to gamble and specu-
late and gorge themselves while one in four children outside those barricades depend on food stamps to eat.
Speculation in the 17th century was a crime. Speculators were hanged. Today they run the state and the finan-
cial markets. They disseminate the lies that pollute our airwaves. They know, even better than you, how per-
vasive the corruption and theft have become, how gamed the system is against you, how corporations have ce-
mented into place a thin oligarchic class and an obsequious cadre of politicians, judges and journalists who
live in their little gated Versailles while 6 million Americans are thrown out of their homes, a million people
a year go bankrupt because they cannot pay their medical bills and 45,000 die from lack of proper care; where
real joblessness is spiraling to over 20 percent, where the citizens, including students, spend lives toiling in
debt working dead-end jobs, when they have jobs, in a world devoid of hope, a world of masters and serfs.
The only word these corporations know is more. They are disemboweling every last social service program funded by
the taxpayers, from education to Social Security, because they want that money themselves. Let the sick die. Let the
poor go hungry. Let families be tossed in the street. Let the unemployed rot. Let children in the inner city or rural
wastelands learn nothing and live in misery and fear. Let the students finish school with no jobs and no prospects of
jobs. Let the prison system, the largest in the industrial world, expand to swallow up all potential dissenters. Let tor-
ture continue. Let teachers, police, firefighters, postal employees and social workers join the ranks of the unemployed.
Let the roads, bridges, dams, levees, power grids, rail lines, subways, bus services, schools and libraries crumble or
close. Let the rising temperatures of the planet, the freak weather patterns, the hurricanes, the droughts, the flooding,
the tornadoes, the melting polar ice caps, the poisoned water systems, the polluted air increase until the species dies.
If you do not shake off the 1% very, very soon they will kill you. And they will kill the ecosystem, dooming your
children and your children’s children. So either you rise up and dismantle the corporate state for a world of sanity –
where we no longer kneel before the absurd idea that the demands of financial markets should govern human behavior
– or we are frog-marched toward self-annihilation.
Those on the streets around Wall Street are the physical embodiment of hope. They know that hope has a cost, that it
is not easy or comfortable, that it requires self-sacrifice and discomfort and finally faith. They sleep on concrete every
night. Their clothes are soiled. They have tasted fear, been beaten, gone to jail, been blinded by pepper spray, cried,
hugged each other, laughed, sung, talked too long in general assemblies, seen their chants drift upward to the office
towers above them, wondered if it is worth it, if anyone cares, if they will win. But as long as they remain steadfast
they point the way out of the corporate labyrinth. This is what it means to be alive. They are the best among us.
(The Occupied Wall Street Journal - October 1, 2011)