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Title: We Are the 1%
Author: Anonymous
Date: December 9, 2011
Language: en
Topics: Occupy Wall Street, protest
Source: Retrieved on June 10, 2012 http://finimondo.org/node/585

Anonymous

We Are the 1%

We’ve seen you. We’ve heard you. Now you are everywhere. We know who you

are. You are the 99% who protest against against the excesses of

capitalism and the abuses of the State. You are the 99% who demand

electoral reforms, social alternatives, economic aid, political

measures. You are the 99% distressed at losing your future, at no longer

being able to live as you have up to now: a job, a wage, a loan for your

house, a pension. Live and let live, as a minimum. A career, as a

maximum. This is what you ask. You don’t want to pay for the “crisis,”

you want everything to return to what it was. Let no one turn off the

screens that have day after day drained your life of meaning and

emotion, condemning it to the sadness of survival. And you ask all this

of the governments and the banks. Because democracy is: rulers who are

not interested in power but in the common good, bankers that are not

interested in profit but in the happiness of the population. Like in

fairy tales, like in films.

Waiting for a happy ending that is slow to arrive, you don’t tolerate

anyone not sharing your delusional resignation. From Madrid to Athens,

from Rome to Portland, you are quick to stop, denounce and beat those of

the enraged who don’t see the guarantees of freedom in the institutions,

but rather the cause of misery and oppression. You appreciate revenge

only in cinema fiction, the mask removed you prefer submission. Facing a

society as hateful as it is rotten you fight in favor of a civil,

measured, educated protest. A protest that always remains at your

height: on its knees.

Now we know who that 1% is that you hate so much. With your lines, with

your service orders, with your snitching, you have made everyone

understand who you real enemy is. It certainly isn’t the ruling class,

to whom you address yourselves with respect. It is us. Us, who have no

state to defend or improve. Us, who have no market to protect or

exploit. Us, who don’t want to exercise or submit to any authority. Us,

for whom life is not reducible to a time card to punch or checking

account to protect. Us, for whom the crisis is not born with recent

stock market speculations, or with the incapacity of those who sit in

parliament today, but with living in this social order itself in all its

aspects. Us, for whom all days are precarious in this world we did not

want, in which we never recognize ourselves, and which smothers us.

We don’t want to have anything to do with your 99%. With your demand for

a moderate capitalism and an upright state. With your political pace

that reduces power and privilege to the dimensions of a credit card.

With your urban camping as nostalgic boyscouts. With your identification

of an opponent, the origin of “injustice,” more and more vague,

immaterial and far out of our reach. With your arms mor and more

inviting in the face of politicians, industrialists and guardians of

order, and more and more vigorous against rebels. With your actions that

get weaker and weaker and have become only a tepid interval in the

status quo. No, we don’t want your reforms, your collaborationism, your

alienated labor, your leftist demands heated over so many times as to be

nauseating.

We know what the real causes of the suffering we endure: the sect of

power, the cult of money, but also the obedience that they demand and

obtain. These causes are perpetuated in the daily lives of human beings

by the actions, gestures, relationships that interweave within a society

in which we feel that we are strangers everywhere. And these causes –

that have to be refused, deserted, demolished – have found shelter in

your movement. We have never felt at home in 99% of our modern life,

spent lining up to beg for crumbs, and yet you insist on defending 99%

of the problem. We will take our possibilities elsewhere. Through the

hopes, dreams and actions that have earned your comdemnation. You, you

still continue you passage through the ocean of universal indignation.

You raise your sails passing the ropes to bureaucrats and police. You

share space and air with the scum who have made life on this planet so

unlivable. You head straight towards a new tomorrow with the hold still

full of yesterday’s shit. We won’t climb onto your ship, in case we

would never get off of it. We will stay on our rafts which you so

despise, because they are so small and light.

But watch out. A vessel that travels with our enemies on board is an

opportunity to fine to miss. Do you laugh? Do you have no fear of us

because we don’t have the strength board you? You’ve misunderstood us.

We don’t want your gold, we don’t at all want to conquer you, We want to

make you sink with all your death cargo. To succeed at this, there is no

need for a majestic fleet, one fire-ship is enough. Small and light.