G.A. Minutes 10-9-12
We’re at the Clayton Jackson McGhie Memorial tonight. A mid-sized group, all Occupiers with various people from the street coming in and out. We have a fire going and some snacks set out. This attracts the street people which is our intention.
We talk about the recent presidential debate. Some of us watched the Democracy Now version which included the candidates, Jill Stein and Rocky Anderson. The Democracy Now broadcast was better than the regular debate so we plan to find out if Amy Goodman will air the next two debates with additional candidates. If so, we will try to get a room at UMD, hook up a laptop and T.V. and invite people to join us.
Conversation turns to the subject of our next movie at the Zinema. One of our friends from a respected environmental group has also been showing movies so we need to check with him before scheduling anything. Zinema has told us we can have a showing each month. An Occupier suggests we show something pertaining to the LBGT community. Everyone thinks this is an excellent idea.
An Occupier brings up the topic of renting a storage space as we have a lot of stuff from the camp. We also need to get our stuff from the Ballroom. A few of the camping Occupiers made homeless by our illegal eviction also need somewhere to keep their possessions. One of the effects of homelessness is not being able to own basic necessities. A person can’t have more things than they can carry on their back and even this must be carefully guarded. Our camp offered many homeless people their first feeling of security in years. The Last Resort provided respite for society’s most marginalized. The loss is mourned by quite a few. Another Occupier says he has an attic available. This is great! We need to use our meager funds to support direct actions.
The subject of direct action leads us to discussion of our idea for the next one. We exchange a few phone numbers of comrades in like-minded assemblies. We’re going to need a lot of help with this one.
We’ve been talking and keeping warm by the fire for several hours. Some Native men came by, shared their French fries and sang an Ojibwe song. No cops. A squad drove by, stopped for a moment, then drove on. Judging by the sounds of the sirens over the last hours, they’ve been busy. It feels comfortable being back in the hood.