Occupy Chicago: Until I Get a Job

On Sunday afternoon, I set out to find Occupy Chicago [occupychi.org], a spinoff of Occupy Wall Street. I checked the latest news on the social movement to make sure it’s safe, unlike New York where an NYPD officer used pepper spray on a couple of women protestors. [http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2043308/NYPD-cop-Anthony-Bologna-pepper-sprays-Occupy-Wall-Street-protesters-video.html]. I didn’t find anything like that coming out of Chicago and decided the Windy City must be more civilized than our East Coast friends (… just don’t check any of today’s articles and you can keep believing that).

Occupy Chicago set up camp in a strategic location: right in front of the Federal Reserve Bank building. This was supposed to make some grand statement about the people’s fight against corporate abuse, or something.

When I was in London last summer, peace protestors set up camp in Parliament Square and the gathering soon gained the name Democracy Village. The latest social movement sweeping through major cities in the United States reminded me of that.

Like the London Parliament Square squatters, the Chicagoan occupants claim to be peaceful protestors, part of a non-violent social movement, supporting who knows what – so I’m like, what the heck, why not go check it out?

So I look up directions to the location, Google map it, and this is what it says:

Go to Clark/Division.

Take the Red Line Subway towards 95th.

Get off at Monroe.

Head west on W Monroe St. toward S Dearborn St.

Turn right on S LaSalle St.

Arrive at 231 N LaSalle St.

I see Monroe and think, I know Monroe – that’s the stop I take to get to the Chicago Semester offices. I should be fine. I write down the directions and assume it’s foolproof to follow. So I’m walking along, thinking I totally know where I’m going. Then, I take that right onto S LaSalle St. and never arrive to where I’m supposed to be.

With hardly any people in sight, I keep walking down LaSalle Street, filling the eerie silence with the sound of my heels hitting the pavement. Few cars. No sirens. Is it safe?

These are the sights and sounds of the Chicago business district on a Sunday afternoon.

I end up at the corner of Randolph and LaSalle. I walked the wrong way. I look down Randolph Street and see Hotel Allegro, the place I called home for my first week in Chicago. With familiar sights surrounding me again, I walk towards the nearest bus stop that will take me back to my apartment.

If it’s a serious social movement, Occupy Chicago will be somewhere in the city tomorrow and the days after that until we see results … or violence.