Occupy Memories: A Genealogy of Struggle (Preface)
On December 3rd, 2011, I stood beneath the awning at Chase Bank near the University of Texas at Austin campus, waiting. The rain had yet to start falling save but a drizzle, though the billowing gray clouds overhead looked ominous. I began to feel anxious, and tried to keep my cardboard sign from getting wet as I was joined by two or three other activists and half a dozen APD officers. After waiting for what seemed like hours, my ears perked up. In the distance, the faint roar of voices appeared and then slowly became louder: “We. Are. The 99%! We. Are. The 99%!”
Fig. 1. Occupy Austin Marches Dec. 3rd, 2011.
The bullhorns squealed, musical instruments pounded and shrieked, and suddenly, upwards of two hundred Occupiers turned the corner of Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard, headed straight toward me. It was as though, instead of lightning and rain, the clouds had given birth to a thunderous cacophony of noise and political fury. It is little surprise, then, I can still remember…
Hoag, Trevor. Occupy Austin marches Dec. 3rd, 2011. 2011. Austin, Texas.
I must admit, however, that my memory had more than a little help from the archives housed on the following social media sites (which I built and curated for more a year):