Thousands of people took to the streets in the Loop yesterday to protest Israel’s military action in the Gaza Strip.
In five weeks I’ve traveled more than 3,000 miles, slept in at least two bike shops, one old grain mill and more couches than I can count, refilled a waste veggie oil powered van by hand, spent 5 hours in an emergency room, met hundreds of wonderful people, listened to four audio books, drove through the tail end of a tropical depression, shot 1,000 photos, drank moonshine in the carolinas, visited a couple old friends and made several new ones, saw the sun set in the mountains and rise over the water, hung out with a smaller town’s self described most famous hobo, ate 30 delicious vegan dinners, absorbed more knowledge than I can currently comprehend from three authors, wandered into a furry convention, hung out at a bed and breakfast run by anti-capitalists, shared breakfast on a train with strangers, fell off two chairs and one porch, took several naps with a service dog in the back of a van, ate both the best and worst breakfasts of my life, danced with several strangers, saw one (good) 80’s cover band, and at least a dozen other things I can’t really remember.
I’m a pretty lucky dude when I think about it.
Hundreds of fast food workers in Chicago picketed the Rock and Roll McDonald’s in River North most of Thursday, calling for higher wages and the right to organize a union. The protest was part of a worldwide day of strikes that took place in some 150 cities worldwide. It was the fifth such strike in Chicago calling for a $15 an hour minimum wage, which has since spread across the nation and now across the globe.
On 5/15/14, fast food workers in 150 cities across the globe staged strikes to demand higher wages. In Chicago, hundreds gathered and rallied at the Rock N Roll McDonald’s in River North to demand $15 and a union.
I’ve lived a couple blocks away from a derelict and vacant police station for many years. When I first moved to the block I’m on more than five years ago, I remember passing by and thinking “I really wish I could do something with a place like this.” Yesterday, a wonderful group of community activists with Food Not Bombs Pilsen planted a garden behind this giant eyesore.
The building’s current condition and its previous use as a police precinct represents the systemic social dispossession necessary for global capitalism. The privatized and restricted status of the building today represents the insane exclusionary social practices required to make sure market exchange is the only medium for accessing the means of survival, political power, and cultural expression. The building’s original purpose, as a staging ground for armed agents of racial-economic apartheid, represents the violence that enforces dispossession. Communities all over the world, whether they be indigenous or urban, are forcibly denied control of their surroundings-creating a global condition of social insecurity.
Great job, guys.