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I know you said this we must show our faces, but this is not mine personally. I found it in a newspaper with OWS as the cover story.
Who ever you are, I understand. We are hurting, too.
"Growing up, I constantly saw my mother overcome financially extreme adversities. My father abused my mother daily, but she was strong. She fought back. Once left with a house with no degree, no job, and myself at 8 years old. She became determined. In a span of 5 years, she in a job that was paying her 50,000 annually.
But over that time, she was constantly laid off. Multiple times of extreme stress, also on me. Dealing with an emotionally unavailable father, and financial problems burden a burden for me.
My mother lost plenty of times. So why, why if she gained alot as well, why doesn’t it seem enough? An honest, hardworking single mother with a house and two children. With financial burdens the banks seemed to make a mockery of. Why is it, that I cannot attend college because we can’t “afford” it?
I’m not trying to make a pity party for myself, but we need to WAKE UP. The more I look around at the biggest problems we face, the easier it is to think of an obvious solution. But people seem willfully ignorant. And that bothers me.
So much wrong doing in the world, while we settle for “just because.” What have people become? To put profit over the people? How addicting is money, and when is it enough for you? When an innocent Iranian child dies? When an honest, hardworking, middle class resident who can’t keep up with the bills anymore? When?
Because I have been looking for an answer. I am angry. Angry, AT US. For allowing this to be. Also upset because it hit me personally. I feel like the United States will completely disintegrate in my lifetime.
But why? Ask yourselves, why. Why does this have to be? If we didn’t know about this corruption, it’s one thing. But when it’s in our faces, why do we still choose to accept it?
As my mom is one missed check away from losing everything, I wonder why too.
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And I’m one of the lucky ones…
21 year old college senior. Debt free thanks to working full time in the summer and had money saved up. Two part time jobs during school year. Parent’s insurance doesn’t cover prescription meds= unmedicated depression and anxiety. Applying to grad schools because I know there will be no jobs pertaining to my degree. Scared for the future. Scared for the present.
I am the 99 percent!
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I am 24 years old. I have lived in the U.S. since I was 10. I am $30K in debt because one day I went to the doctor…He could not tell me why I was sick. I attend community college full time and have a 4.0…I struggle to pay for tuition, books and my living expenses. I bar tend in the evenings and make about $17K each year. In 2 years my Green Card expires, citizenship costs about $600 (sometimes more). I can’t afford this (and this is home). I also do not know if my American Education is enough for me to pass the citizenship test…
I AM THE 99%
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I am a 27 year old Iraq war veteran. I volunteered to go to Iraq because the mainstream media led me to believe the US was building schools and hospitals. Shortly after entering the military despite my extensive construction experience I was trained how to shoot to kill and blow up buildings using minimal amounts of explosives. Around my 7th month in Iraq I realized we were not building schools and hospitals but instead enforcing laws the general public were uninformed of. It was at this time I began to internally side with the iraqi people and ever since have been afraid to speak up for the people around the world the USA oppresses for the sake of cheap oil and profits for banks and department stores for fear of being branded a traitor and terrorist. I have attempted suicide out of shame for being a part of a world war/domination in which there is no end in sight. Due to my injuries I am on VA disability and continue to live in fear that if I speak my mind on all of the horrible things the American government does to people all over the world the government will take my disability pay since I am unfit to work. My story is like many other’s but I do not seek pity instead I beg all of you to turn your attention not only to student loans and foreclosed homes in the US but to all of the sweat shops and slaves to corporate America all over the world. To the 40 year old women whom haven’t seen their children for a year or more because they work 80+ hours a week for $2 a day. To all the people all over the world that die because they don’t have health care. To the farming industry putting patents on the seeds of life. To the people’s RIGHT to Healthcare and Education being free for everyone. To corporations denying funding to free energy and cancer curing because “there’s no money in it”. To the fact that Millions marched in New York in protest of the wars when they first began and nothing happened because they didn’t see that protest is only the first step of action.To all of the gay Americans that take their own lives or are brutally beaten by their peers because the American Government refuses to agree with majority of America over gay rights sending a message that gay is wrong. To The Patriot Act being one of the most inhuman laws in free society.To the fact that anytime there is a study on casualties of war the count is always “this many American troops” and “this many iraqis” but never “This many human beings” which only divides us human beings as a whole. To the fact that our declaration of independence is from british oppression and tyranny even though we stand with Britain in these wars. To acknowledgement that we will never be able to separate the banks from government until we write a declaration of independence from inhuman banking and business practices and a bill of rights guaranteeing free education and healthcare and a right to fair wage.
I fought for the US government in the name of freedom
Now I fight with the 99% for freedom
I am the 99%
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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 am 27 yrs old. I have a Bachelors of Social work and have about $50,000 in student loans. I also have a spinal injury from 8 years ago. Since I could not afford healthy insurance for most of those 8 years, I was not able to seek treatment for my back. I now have chronic back pain and my pain has forced me to pay out of pocket for treatment.
My weekly medical bills and my monthly student loan payments add up to an amount that makes it hard for me to cover my daily living costs of food, much less anything else I should be enjoying in life at this moment and yet I make too much to qualify for food stamps.
I am currently applying to grad school so that I can further my education and hopefully obtain a better paying job. But I am horrified that I will not be able to afford grad school or will go further into debt from any loans I have to take.
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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%
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