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I’ve been trying to reason with the machine, within my legal rights supposedly granted by them, to get one wrong line out of pages and pages of paperwork forgiven, because correcting that line would cost my family close to $12,000, and not having that (we work for a living, but simply don’t have that much in liquefiable assets), we would- children and all- be made homeless in an attempt to make the paperwork perfect, and the odds are sky high that our being homeless would then cause us to be disqualified on another line anyway.
They will split up the family across different countries if we cannot get the paperwork right, and with our current income we will not be able to afford that many different roofs, so some of us will become homeless, never mind the emotional pain of being separated from ones family, support, and best friend for life. As normal workers we just can’t afford vacation homes all over the world as the government would like us to, so we do not qualify as human enough to remain together.
This isn’t the first time the machine has done this to my family and my people under different guises. Over the last century they have tried to (and have succeeded with some family members) to gas us, freeze us to death, starve us to death, steal our land, take our country, put us in concentration camps on two continents, put us on forced reservations, and now this- forced homelessness to meet the needs of the paperwork.
My family and my people have been dehumanized by the machine over the years due to status, race, creed, and origins. I have watched as the machine has forced my neighbors into slavery in prisons because of nothing but the color of their skin.
Previously, the family members that survived have fled, hid, and lied to protect their lives. Now it’s my turn. I choose truth. I choose to turn around and stand up to the machine, knowing full well that whatever the court may be called, I am facing a death panel, the same one that has been trying to annihilate my family for a century at least. Knowing that a killer cannot be reasoned with. Knowing that a machine with no soul will never be able to recognize humanity in a person with a soul and a pulse.
I followed all of its rules like a sheep, tried following its commands, when its paperwork was messed up I took the weight of it and suffered for it. When I could have worked to free myself I did not, because its rules told me I was not allowed to work. I fairly well shot myself in the foot to blindly obey it. And now when I am bleeding and asking for one line of bandage for the wounds I have sustained obeying it, it kicks me in the shin and throws my children to the wolves. I can imagine my people went into the gas chambers in much the same way, having hope that the machine would show a soul, hope that if they just obeyed that it would be kind, but all the obeying did was end their lives.
Am I crazy to face it, or am I fed up? It threatens my husband and my children. If it were just threatening me, maybe I would do the sane thing and run like my surviving ancestors before me. But the anger and protective instinct when a murderer tries to attack my family is too much. I cannot back down. If they do not cease to light the fire in their gas chambers, I will drag them down into the flames with me. This crushing of humanity must end.
I am the 99%
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I live in Central Wisconsin. Last week, within two days of each other, two of our larger employers in the area announced they each would be closing in 90 days - one is one of the paper mills that I work with. I am safe for now, but with the loss of 500 employees, I fear that I will be “downsized” also.
I am barely getting by and living paycheck to paycheck. I work for a bully who can now hold over our heads the threat of being downsized. I refuse to kiss ass like my coworkers … I prefer to tell the emperor she has no clothes.
I am disillusioned by politics - the people we elece don’t care about the people who elected them. They only care about toeing the party line. I’m convinced that the “political” solution is to allow the middle class to die away - that way it won’t matter if they don’t care about their constituents.. . there won’t be any. We have elected people who can’t agree on how to say “good morning” and we’re “allowing” them to run the country??
On behalf of my friends at my current employer and at my previous employer (both of the companies that are closing):
Despite the best efforts it still feels like we have no voice. Tell me … how do we find hope in times like these?
We are the 99%
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Hello. My name is M.
I am a freshman in college. My dream is to go to law school… But I don’t think that is going to happen. You see, I don’t even know how I’m going to pay for my undergraduate degree… Let alone for law school.
I had it all planned out in high school. I had a 4.0 GPA. I was in the NHS. I was very active in extracurriculars. I was a GOOD STUDENT. Not only that, I was a GOOD PERSON – a GOOD DAUGHTER.
I never got into trouble – I never did anything to disappoint my parents. In return they promised to help with college. When I lived at home I had a very good life. I never worried about where I was going to sleep or where to get my next meal.
Until I told my parents I was gay.
They kicked me out.
They emptied my bank account.
I left for college with $300 I had saved.
I don’t know how I’m going to ever pay off my school loans.
Don’t even get me started on medical bills. (The stress of being kicked out put me in the hospital where doctors found tumors in my liver and right kidney – nothing has been done.)
I keep applying for jobs – But I. Can’t. Find. One.
BUT I still consider myself lucky. I have to opportunity to get an education – many do not.
I am the 99%.
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I grew up in a single parent home in a basement apartment. The government has refused to give my family any type of financial help since ‘95. My playgrounds were surrounded by rapists. My schools were filled with drug dealers. My apartment building was taken over by gang-bangers. And many of my friends have been shot/murdered. I am an African-American female. I have been told that I am at ‘the bottom of the list’…as in the government’s list of concerns. My family has never been on vacation and we still can not afford a car. BUT THAT HAS NOT STOPPED US! My mother has been ill for almost 10 years, but that has not stopped her. My brother and I have made it to college because they can’t stop us. Even now, my mother is unemployed and can’t afford our education…but guess what? THAT WILL NOT STOP US! I am 19 and have been denied jobs because my name is Akuabba. I am the 99% looking for change. Until I am able to pay off my mother’s piling medical bills, take care of my tuition bills and take my mother on a two week vacation, I will not stop occupying Chicago.
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I’m 44 Y.O. and was diagnosed HIV+ in 2006. My medication keeps me very healthy and alive. The cheapest pill I take costs $38. PER DAY. Medical just cut me off on December 10th because I’m “Too Well”. Every company I’ve found a job with has kept me under full-time so they don’t have to give me benefits.
I beat drug addiction, homelessness, and bipolar disorder against all odds only to be met with a system that tells me: “Not good enough”.
I’m HURT. I’m PISSED. And I’m The 99%
Occupy Wall St. Occupy Oakland. Occupy Everything!
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I am 25 yrs. old. I have lived in the USA for 22 yrs. I was born in Mexico and brought over in search of a “BETTER” life. I work and pay taxes but i have NO rights. I am fortunate I have a job but i live in constant fear. I am an undocumented immigrant. I AM THE 99%. #OCCUPYWS
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I was almost debt-free when I was struck by a major medical crisis at the age of 37.
After a long recovery, I am back to work. My paycheck now supports seven people - none of whom are my partner, spouse, or children.
My once modest debt has grown exponentially. I fear for my health and have no idea how I will pay debt, save, and retire.
I am the 99%.
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