With each passing day, we fight. With each passing moment, we fight. Humans. Fighting. It’s what we do pretty well. Together or alone, we fight. Friend or Foe, we fight. From breaking thru the wake of day to cueing at the elevator to grabbing the last stale pastry in the office kitchen, we fight. Constantly. And we don’t mind. It’s become what we are, simply because it’s become what we do. Our actions indicate, to a large extent, how we define ourselves. “I’m a baker” (because one bakes). “I’m a banker (because one banks). But when preliminary definitions are sifted, we’re left with the existentialists riddle: “who am I? And "if I’m fighting, who am I fighting for?”
Some would say that the Occupy Wall Street protests are the most clarion example of us fighting for, well, a something. Ourselves? Maybe. But its a fight for a something. A something that effects the worlds financial sector on a dire level. A something that asks for economic transparency and equality of voice. A something that shines light on our current dark days of shadowy exclusive networks of the super rich operating without contest, inflicting financial terror on an unsuspecting and sadly ignorant public. That’s what Occupy Wall Street, and all of the now widely spread “Occupy _________” (Rome, San Francisco, Tokyo, Boston…. the list is anything but short and powerful) are fighting for.
Today we take a look at some of the faces with their individual concerns about their individual fight for that something. New York photographer Ruvan Wijesooriya launched a Tumbler page called Wordsthat captured the opinions and positions of participants of Occupy Wall Street. Some traveled far to catch inspiration from the ground zero of the movement. Take a look:
And for those claiming these are jobless hippies with no regard for order and social decency, we shoot holes in their assessment with a simple:
We do have an occupation. We are fighters. And so, we fight.