Richard Harding Wood was riled up before Occupy. Along with other
friends from Malden, the then-20-year-old started coming into Boston
on weekends early last year wielding placards to protest the Federal
Reserve Bank. So when Occupy Boston settled across Atlantic Ave from
the Fed in late-September, it was a no-brainer for Wood to get
night in Chicago was surreal . . . There was zero violence,
unconditional love, and peaceful pandemonium. I accidentally stepped
on some dude’s Jordans and he shook my hand . . . Cell phone lines
were so jammed that people couldn’t reach one another, but I was
far from alone. I must have wrapped my arms around 100 people .
As is becoming increasingly evident,
the actions surrounding NATO add up to a perpetual protest. There's
no beginning or end, with shit popping from activist crash pads to
streets across the city, where clashes with police are getting more
frequent and more intense around every corner. In the past few days
I've had countless conversations with journalists, Occupiers, and
every type of reporter and aggregator in-between about how most of us
won't be able to file extensive accounts until things slow down a
bit, since every second spent writing inside is a second that we
could and should be documenting from the front lines.
I wasn't even at Daley Plaza for two minutes when I ran into Vermin Supreme. From Austin to Boston to here, I've seen him more than I've seen my family over the last six months . . .
Like Vermin, there were a few thousand other heads out there assembling peacefully at the National Nurses United rally . . .
not following Tom Morello around the country. It might seem that way;
in the past few months I've caught him at South by Southwest in
Texas, and a few weeks ago for May Day in New York City, where the Rage legacy
and Occupy icon organized a GUITARMY to stomp some blacktop swinging axes. But while Morello will indeed be in Chicago
today, kicking for tens of thousands in Daley Plaza, his street-side
spectacular is hardly the main selling point for my trek to the