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The Agora at Liberty Square

Wednesday, 16 November 2011 06:44 By Camillo Mac Bica, Truthout | Report
The Agora at Liberty Square

Protesters with the Occupy Wall Street movement celebrate one month of occupying Zuccotti Park in New York, on Oct. 17, 2011. (Photo: Robert Stolarik / The New York Times)

Wednesday, October 5, National Student Walkout day, I was to teach two classes at a college not too many blocks from Liberty Square, the site of the Wall Street occupation. I wondered if any of my students would take part in the action, boycott the classes or walk out. I had been to Liberty Square a number of times before and was impressed with the commitment, enthusiasm and organizational skills of the occupiers. Mostly, however, I was ecstatic that we old, hippie radicals, while certainly represented, were in the minority, with the young people clearly in charge and very willing to let you know should you try to exert control or co-opt the movement.

I had asked my classes the week prior if anyone knew what was going on with Occupy Wall Street and if anyone had been downtown to Liberty Square. Most seemed to have some vague familiarity with the occupation, either from hearing about it from other students, seeing it on TV or reading about it in the newspapers. Only one student had actually visited the Square, and he only once. So, when I heard about the planned student walkout, even though I doubted whether many if any of my students would answer the call and actually walk out or boycott the classes, I decided that I would beat them to the punch and hold my classes down at Liberty Square.

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As the day approached, I was curious whether other faculty members, especially some I knew to be politically and socially active and aware, had considered doing the same. Upon discussing my plans with them, some thought it an interesting idea, but expressed very real and practical concerns regarding insurance issues; police response (students and others had already been pepper sprayed and hundreds arrested); whether the college administration would approve; whether the parents of the students, who may not sympathize with the movement, would be outraged etc. Though I had discussed my plans with one of my department co-chairs, who was supportive, I have to admit that I hadn't really thought through all of these important pragmatic details, which clearly convinced other, perhaps more thoughtful, faculty members, to play it safe and remain in the classroom. These were real and perhaps job-threatening concerns, but my excitement with exposing my students to what I considered to be a valuable learning experience, a "classroom" in the midst of an important and historic event, overrode my anxiety and, perhaps, my better judgment. Let others read about it afterward from the safety of their classrooms; we were going to Liberty Square to observe; to question; to discuss; and, most importantly, to learn firsthand from the people who are making history. Let the details be damned!

When we arrived at the Square, my instructions to the students was first to get a "feel" of the place, to spend the first hour of our three-hour class circulating around, to observe how the "encampment" was set up; to see what was going on; to talk to the occupiers and to visitors; to try to determine why they were here, what they hoped to accomplish and how. I suggested, as well, that they politely approach a "friendly" police officer, explain that this was a class assignment and ask his/her impressions of the occupation.

As I walked around the Square, I saw several students speaking with activists; others watching an artist painting a canvas; and a few others sampling a piece of vegetarian pizza, termed "occu-pie," at the encampment kitchen. At the specified time, we came together as a class, found an available space in the busy park and sat down on the concrete floor to begin our discussion.

Needless to say, most of the students loved what they described as the festival-like atmosphere and were impressed with what they had seen; the organization of the encampment; the friendliness of everyone they encountered; the willingness of the activists, bystanders, and passersby to discuss their perspectives and experiences. They were especially impressed with the human microphone system of repeating announcements so everyone throughout the park would know what was being said and what was going on (an ingenuous innovation made necessary when loud speakers and bull horns were prohibited by the police). The dialogue then took a more analytic turn as I asked the students what they believed were the purpose and goals of the occupation. Some thought it was about Wall Street corruption, others about jobs, home foreclosures, health care, tuition hikes and school loans, the whole gamut of very pragmatic and existential economic issues that concern young and old alike in this country. As we continued our discussion, our ranks began to swell with the activists and bystanders who had been quietly listening, now becoming active participants in the dialogue, many relating their personal stories about what had brought them to Liberty Square, and why they were willing to endure the discomfort of sleeping on the ground in the rain. The interaction was enthralling and all involved were interested and engaged, even students who in the classroom had been rather quiet and withdrawn.

Being a philosopher, this experience of vibrant dialogue and intelligent, spirited interaction in a park environment brought to mind what it must have been like in ancient Athens, when citizens, including the great philosopher Socrates, came together to discuss important moral, political and civic issues. Today, I thought, over 3,000 years later, Liberty Square had become the Agora, a "gathering place" for citizens to meet and to discuss what is right, what is just and what is good.

As we approached the end of our time together, I asked the circle what "victory" in this struggle would look like. Some said an end to Wall Street corruption, arresting Wall Street criminals rather than demonstrators and taxing millionaires. Others said single-payer health care, ending home foreclosures, forgiving student loans and free education. Still others said ending the wars, bringing the war dollars home, creating jobs and putting people back to work. As I listened to the discussion while seated on the concrete floor in the middle of this very busy park crowded with courageous and enthusiastic people of all ages coming together at last to raise their voices in behalf of justice, fairness, peace, equality, concern for others and the environment, I realized that regardless of how this occupation may end, an amazing victory has already been achieved. The PEOPLE are taking to the streets here and all over the country; the spark has been lit; voices are being raised; demands are being made and there will be no going back.

As we ended the dialogue, students, bystanders and activists spoke about how they enjoyed the interaction and how important it was for people, all people, to sit face to face and discuss rationally and lovingly the problems we face and possible solutions. As we began to depart from our makeshift classroom, everyone embraced in recognition and in appreciation of the valuable experience we had shared.

As I made my way back to the college, I knew I had made the right decision to hold my classes at the Square, and was very glad I had "taken the risk," not only because this was important and what education is truly about, but because I was personally encouraged that the gauntlet has been passed to a new generation of activists and that there is still hope for America, nay for humankind. This feeling of well-being was soon to carry me through having to explain my actions to college administrators, who were trying to placate an outraged parent who obviously saw no value or relevance of the Occupy Wall Street Movement to his son's or daughter's education.

Camillo Mac Bica

Camillo "Mac" Bica, PhD, is a professor of philosophy at the School of Visual Arts in New York City. He is a former Marine Corps officer, Vietnam veteran, longtime activist for peace and social justice, and the coordinator of the Long Island Chapter of Veterans for Peace.

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The Agora at Liberty Square

Wednesday, 16 November 2011 06:44 By Camillo Mac Bica, Truthout | Report
The Agora at Liberty Square

Protesters with the Occupy Wall Street movement celebrate one month of occupying Zuccotti Park in New York, on Oct. 17, 2011. (Photo: Robert Stolarik / The New York Times)

Wednesday, October 5, National Student Walkout day, I was to teach two classes at a college not too many blocks from Liberty Square, the site of the Wall Street occupation. I wondered if any of my students would take part in the action, boycott the classes or walk out. I had been to Liberty Square a number of times before and was impressed with the commitment, enthusiasm and organizational skills of the occupiers. Mostly, however, I was ecstatic that we old, hippie radicals, while certainly represented, were in the minority, with the young people clearly in charge and very willing to let you know should you try to exert control or co-opt the movement.

I had asked my classes the week prior if anyone knew what was going on with Occupy Wall Street and if anyone had been downtown to Liberty Square. Most seemed to have some vague familiarity with the occupation, either from hearing about it from other students, seeing it on TV or reading about it in the newspapers. Only one student had actually visited the Square, and he only once. So, when I heard about the planned student walkout, even though I doubted whether many if any of my students would answer the call and actually walk out or boycott the classes, I decided that I would beat them to the punch and hold my classes down at Liberty Square.

As the world rises up against economic injustice, Truthout brings you the latest news and analysis, free of corporate influence. Help support this work with a tax-deductible donation today.

As the day approached, I was curious whether other faculty members, especially some I knew to be politically and socially active and aware, had considered doing the same. Upon discussing my plans with them, some thought it an interesting idea, but expressed very real and practical concerns regarding insurance issues; police response (students and others had already been pepper sprayed and hundreds arrested); whether the college administration would approve; whether the parents of the students, who may not sympathize with the movement, would be outraged etc. Though I had discussed my plans with one of my department co-chairs, who was supportive, I have to admit that I hadn't really thought through all of these important pragmatic details, which clearly convinced other, perhaps more thoughtful, faculty members, to play it safe and remain in the classroom. These were real and perhaps job-threatening concerns, but my excitement with exposing my students to what I considered to be a valuable learning experience, a "classroom" in the midst of an important and historic event, overrode my anxiety and, perhaps, my better judgment. Let others read about it afterward from the safety of their classrooms; we were going to Liberty Square to observe; to question; to discuss; and, most importantly, to learn firsthand from the people who are making history. Let the details be damned!

When we arrived at the Square, my instructions to the students was first to get a "feel" of the place, to spend the first hour of our three-hour class circulating around, to observe how the "encampment" was set up; to see what was going on; to talk to the occupiers and to visitors; to try to determine why they were here, what they hoped to accomplish and how. I suggested, as well, that they politely approach a "friendly" police officer, explain that this was a class assignment and ask his/her impressions of the occupation.

As I walked around the Square, I saw several students speaking with activists; others watching an artist painting a canvas; and a few others sampling a piece of vegetarian pizza, termed "occu-pie," at the encampment kitchen. At the specified time, we came together as a class, found an available space in the busy park and sat down on the concrete floor to begin our discussion.

Needless to say, most of the students loved what they described as the festival-like atmosphere and were impressed with what they had seen; the organization of the encampment; the friendliness of everyone they encountered; the willingness of the activists, bystanders, and passersby to discuss their perspectives and experiences. They were especially impressed with the human microphone system of repeating announcements so everyone throughout the park would know what was being said and what was going on (an ingenuous innovation made necessary when loud speakers and bull horns were prohibited by the police). The dialogue then took a more analytic turn as I asked the students what they believed were the purpose and goals of the occupation. Some thought it was about Wall Street corruption, others about jobs, home foreclosures, health care, tuition hikes and school loans, the whole gamut of very pragmatic and existential economic issues that concern young and old alike in this country. As we continued our discussion, our ranks began to swell with the activists and bystanders who had been quietly listening, now becoming active participants in the dialogue, many relating their personal stories about what had brought them to Liberty Square, and why they were willing to endure the discomfort of sleeping on the ground in the rain. The interaction was enthralling and all involved were interested and engaged, even students who in the classroom had been rather quiet and withdrawn.

Being a philosopher, this experience of vibrant dialogue and intelligent, spirited interaction in a park environment brought to mind what it must have been like in ancient Athens, when citizens, including the great philosopher Socrates, came together to discuss important moral, political and civic issues. Today, I thought, over 3,000 years later, Liberty Square had become the Agora, a "gathering place" for citizens to meet and to discuss what is right, what is just and what is good.

As we approached the end of our time together, I asked the circle what "victory" in this struggle would look like. Some said an end to Wall Street corruption, arresting Wall Street criminals rather than demonstrators and taxing millionaires. Others said single-payer health care, ending home foreclosures, forgiving student loans and free education. Still others said ending the wars, bringing the war dollars home, creating jobs and putting people back to work. As I listened to the discussion while seated on the concrete floor in the middle of this very busy park crowded with courageous and enthusiastic people of all ages coming together at last to raise their voices in behalf of justice, fairness, peace, equality, concern for others and the environment, I realized that regardless of how this occupation may end, an amazing victory has already been achieved. The PEOPLE are taking to the streets here and all over the country; the spark has been lit; voices are being raised; demands are being made and there will be no going back.

As we ended the dialogue, students, bystanders and activists spoke about how they enjoyed the interaction and how important it was for people, all people, to sit face to face and discuss rationally and lovingly the problems we face and possible solutions. As we began to depart from our makeshift classroom, everyone embraced in recognition and in appreciation of the valuable experience we had shared.

As I made my way back to the college, I knew I had made the right decision to hold my classes at the Square, and was very glad I had "taken the risk," not only because this was important and what education is truly about, but because I was personally encouraged that the gauntlet has been passed to a new generation of activists and that there is still hope for America, nay for humankind. This feeling of well-being was soon to carry me through having to explain my actions to college administrators, who were trying to placate an outraged parent who obviously saw no value or relevance of the Occupy Wall Street Movement to his son's or daughter's education.

Camillo Mac Bica

Camillo "Mac" Bica, PhD, is a professor of philosophy at the School of Visual Arts in New York City. He is a former Marine Corps officer, Vietnam veteran, longtime activist for peace and social justice, and the coordinator of the Long Island Chapter of Veterans for Peace.

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