Friday, June 21, 2013

Occupy Gezi NYC: Pianos at Taksim and Zuccotti Calm the Tensions


NEW YORK, June 15–A few steps below Mark di Suvero’s bracing abstract red sculpture, Joie de Vivre, in the  southeast corner of Zuccotti Park, a grand piano has been installed: Justin Wedes, OWS activist and educator who has just returned from a week at the anti-government protests in Istanbul, is at the keyboard. This being Occupyland, though, an overzealous saxophonist from Harvard drowns him out.
Photo Vernon San
“ On June 12, just as the tensions with the Turkish police were the highest” said Wedes,” a pianist arrived in Taksim Square with his piano.”
The German-born Davide Martello performed with Yigit Ozatalay, a Turkish musician, in front of the Square’s central monument to Mustapha Kemal Ataturk, the founder of the secular Turkish republic after the collapse of the islamist Ottoman empire.

  “It helped to calm the situation,” Wedes said, “to bring solace to the many people who have been injured or whose friends or family have suffered casualties.”

  A hand-made sign at Saturday’s Occupy Gezi NYC rally lists  7478 injuries, 5 people dead (including one policeman), 91 trauma victims, 10 blinded by tear gas canisters fired at close range, and 55 in critical condition, according to statistics from the Turkish Union of Doctors.

 “I felt we needed to bring the same creative energy here in solidarity with the protesters in Gezi Park who we hear at this very moment are being attacked again by police,” Wedes continues. “I saw a lot of parallels between Occupy Gezi and Occupy Wall Street 2011: a festive, joyous mood, an autonomous zone with a free store and a medical station. But Occupy Gezi has been much more intense because of the police response; the stakes are much higher for the protesters there . . .the Erdogan administration has very much underestimated the support that these young protesters have from their families and their communities. People really believe Turkey should remain secular and tolerant. They don’t want to see an overarching government imposing social policies like the prohibition on sales of alcohol after 10pm (a law recently passed) or official interference in family planning and women’s issues.”

For 15 million inhabitants, Istanbul has 1.5% green space compared to New York City’s 17% for 8½ million. Hence the destruction of a park, a quality of life issue, arouses strong emotions. The uprooting of fifteen 75-year-old trees in Gezi Park, the neighborhood’s last remaining green space, was the first step in a redevelopment plan to convert the park into a neo–Ottoman military barracks housing a mall. On May 28, fifty environmentalists who had filed a court petition to block the project began a peaceful sit-in when the trees were bulldozed.

Two days later, in the night of May 30, police raided the park and set fire to the protesters’ tents , firing tear gas canisters, pepper spray, followed by high-pressure, truck-mounted water cannon, also laced with chemicals. The excessive police response to sleeping protesters, documented in social media and the Western European press, though initially ignored by the local television networks--CNN Turkey ran a penguin documentary during these first riots—triggered a spontaneous outpouring of tens of thousands of citizens onto the streets of Istanbul, and hundreds of thousands in 77 cities throughout Turkey.

“The protests have expanded into a larger referendum into the legitimacy of Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan’s government, “ said Wedes.
On the Liberty Street side of Zuccotti, the assembled crowd of Turkish Americans and sympathizers,  whose fourth support rally this is have been joined by Greek and Brazilian activists. They observe a minute of silence to honor the victims of today’s third major crackdown in Istanbul.

This latest crackdown of unprecedented savagery came after a meeting between Erdogan and representatives of Taksim Solidarity Platform, a sort of self-appointed umbrella for smaller artist, LGBT and other collectives who’ve been camping at Gezi.

At this meeting Erdogan promised not to touch Gezi until the court had ruled on the environmentalists’ petition. But since Erdogan had already ignored legal process  by bulldozing the Gezi park trees, protesters don’t trust  this latest promise to observe the law.
Other examples of Erdogan’s lack of respect for the law include the detention last week in Ankara of 50 lawyers about to testify against police brutality.
After the minute of silence here in Zuccotti is over, the young woman speaker urges the crowd to make as much noise as possible. Through their chants and signs, the tone of the New York solidarity protests has taken on a new urgency that reflects the escalation of violence in Istanbul. The chants of “Resign, Erdogan”, in both Turkish and English, have morphed into “Fascist, Erdogan” and “This is the end Tayyip, this is the end!”
Protesters  here, as in Istanbul, are enraged not only by Erdogan’s broken promise, but also by the fact that  on Saturday tourists and families were visiting Gezi Park, and children as young as four were tear gassed; when the wounded sought shelter in the 5-star luxury hotels behind the park, where emergency first aid clinics had been set up, the police pursued them there, firing tear gas into the hotel lobbies of the Divan Hotel and the Hilton.
“My blood is boiling,” said a Turkish-American man, a University of Nebraska graduate who has been in the US for 22 years.  “I’m here for people and people are here for me. We are together. When you wake up in the middle of the night thinking about your country, that’s when your blood boils.”
(c) Liza Béar June 2013

© Copyright Liza Béar June 2013


Friday, June 7, 2013

Parker Posey Reads Jason Napoli Brooks "Women at the End of the World" at Julius Bar




Friday, November 9, 2012

Ave C Squat Recovery Beats FEMA To The Punch




Heading east in Loisaida towards one of Manhattan’s several FEMA supply distribution centers on East Tenth Street between Avenues C and D, about an hour after the power had returned to the East Village on Friday evening, the unmistakable polka beats and piercing clamor of a wind and percussion band playing at a short distance from the intersection impelled a curious cyclist—this reporter-- to make a sharp right turn south on Avenue C.
    That neighborhood is within close proximity of Con Edison’s !4th Street and Avenue D substation, which exploded at around 10pm on October 29, a couple of hours after super storm Sandy made landfall on the Jersey Shore at high tide during a full moon, having been sucked landwards by the westward flow of a low pressure system from the mid-west. The convergence of all these elements sent a surge reaching unprecedented heights of up to 14.5 feet along the Hudson and East Rivers and spilling over the banks. Being only a few blocks from the East River Avenue C therefore suffered copious flooding.   
    At this time, on the sidewalk in front of the still-shuttered pizza store in the middle of the block between 9th and 10th Streets, the band was immediately recognizable as The Rude Mechanical Orchestra, a frequent accompaniment to protest marches and events both before Occupy and during its heyday.
   Folding tables, half-empty containers of salsa and hummus dips and stacks of clean dishes and utensils awaiting the next course were set up next to the band; just off the kerb, Vicki, a resident from the building next to the pizza store, expertly turned brisket of beef and plump hamburgers over a roaring fire in a barbecue grill set up on the pavement. A crowd of about fifty people milled around tasting stuffed clam shells being circulated on a tray and watching two scantily clad young fire dancers twirling lit batons in the street while traffic raced by, paying no heed. The diverse crowd of mostly building residents from the block or neighbors also included people from farther afield, such as Ali, a photographer from Crown Heights, Brooklyn and James and Alison, two photographers from Hudson, NY, who had come to the city as volunteers to help those impacted by the storm.
   Next to the barbecue were at least four large clear plastic bags stuffed with baguettes and other types of bread.
   A man with a ponytail and a woollen cap who waved people away from the leaping flames said,  “We have too much bread.”
   A little later, the owner of the pizza store drove up. Hopefully, he rolled up his shutters to open for business and the provisional encampment  had to relocate a few feet south.
  Jerry the Peddler, wearing a long beard over a grey and red plaid shirt hanging open over another dark red shirt, handed out bottled water from a stack. With his other hand he pointed to a tall can of lager he was drinking.
    “ This is made in the oldest brewery in America, “ he said. “It’s a recipe and a brand name owned by Budweiser.”
    Reminiscing, he continued, “ During a tour sponsored by Budweiser, Santana got busted for two joints. Guess what. Budweiser cancelled the whole tour over that . . .Not only do they make bad-tasting beer, they’re just assholes.”
  In front of Jerry were cardboard boxes filled with FEMA high calorie, high salt and high fat content emergency rations normally destined for soldiers in Afghanistan. Each pack contains three 1200 calorie meals and material with which to heat them.
 In recognition of the local community effort, Jerry said, “FEMA gave us 15 cases of the emergency rations. And about three stacks four feet high of bottled water and five crates of seltzer and soda-type drinks. Everything else has been donated by the community, and this has all been going on for 4 days.”
   He looked up to the roof of one of the buildings.
    “After the flood, we took our barbecue grills off the roof, and we took the meat and the food out of our refrigerators and brought them down here to the street and started feeding people, “ he said. “All of this [tonight] has grown from that. Our neighbors started coming down donating their stuff and so did the whole freaking community.”
   The brisket of beef had been consumed but a huge rump roast was being prepared over the grill.
  “We fed a couple of hundred people a day for the last four days,” said Jerry. “Today, the last day of the power outage, the government finally got to 10th Street with food. Interestingly enough, over here you’ll find music and fun and interesting forms of technology, but at the government places you’ll find soldiers and cops.”
   Which is why people are here. In fact, this neighborhood has a long history of feeding itself. Several women arrived with three large pots of delicious-looking vegan couscous they had prepared in a friend’s apartment.
   “There was a time,” Jerry explained, “ when things like this happened all the time right around here. In the mid-80s we had five tepees where this garden [down the street[ is right now. We built an open campfire and started with rice and beans.
It took a couple of days and then people were doing this for the next two and a half years.”
  Jerry quotes his favorite line.
  “Once again, it’s hippies and punks and beatniks and bums to the rescue.”