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This is the age of information warfare and digital warfare. After watching a brief video on the internet hacker group Anonymous, I now understand why control over the internet is so important. And it’s not because of some whiny record label companies.
Anonymous, has given the federal government reason to stir. The Occupy movement could be taken down in a matter of days if it was deemed out of control. American opinions however, are not so quelled. This seems to be the focus of Anonymous. The complete naked purpose of a government and it’s people. No guarded opinions, and no carefully crafted words. Just the truth.
Which is scary to me. The whole idea of digital warfare is scary to me. It covers a broad range of tactics, from internet propoganda, to hacking the files of a police department. (Let’s not forget that a U.S. drone was allegedly hijacked by the Iranians.) Anyone could be a target, really. And with so much information and control, rested in the hands of our trusty computers and mobile devices, almost anything is at risk.
But let’s be serious. Anonymous, who is a Homeland Security target, probably isn’t too interested in pulling out the skeletons of your close. In fact, they’re a little more Robin Hood-esque; hacking the files of the rich, and donating money to charity.
This is why it makes sense now. If I were one of the accused 1%, I wouldn’t want my money, credentials, or otherwise private life, available to the other 99%. That is scary. I would grab the internet by the balls, and use whatever digital wizardry hackers use to make sure shit like this doesn’t get out of hand.
Maybe thats not the point. Maybe, I’m off subject. But I feel like these types of groups may be poking the bear. How will it answer?
I decided to see what the protests were all about. I wanted to know what the hype was all about. As anyone my age would want: I wanted a piece of the action.
So at about 2 o’ clock in the afternoon, I walked down to West Lake with my girlfriend. I was a little anxious to see what was happening since I had been in Seattle for a couple days already and had not been there. I was excited, imagining angry mobs, molotov cocktails and policemen armed with fire hoses.
I arrived on the scene to see a slightly different story: There was a speaker on stage, introducing a folk musician, and a widely diverse group of people who all began singing along with his tunes. There were police, of course, but they were unoccupied, and stood on the scene, grinning and murmuring amongst each other. The mood was happy, even on that cloudy day.
It was mostly college students and other young people, but there were scores of white haired professor types and young children. Some were modestly dressed in typical Rain City atire, while others wore arm bands and ski masks. It was what anyone would expect to see at a very liberal political gathering. But the scene was not just for liberal hearts – at least it was not meant to be.
There was a first aid station (I even saw what appeared to be a “medic”), a place for free food, a place to build your own picket, and an information center. It was an urban camp ground.
My girlfriend felt claustrophobic about the place, and I don’t blame her. The place was swarming with people who looked like they’d been hoboing it for the last couple months. We left.
I came back the next day, though, only to find a much different tone amongst the crowd. When I approached there wasn’t any joyful screaming; only the sound of a sombre saxaphone playing somewhere out down the road. Perfectly Seattle.
There were no speakers or folk singers on the stage. There were just large circular crowds of people around the area (most of whom I’d seen the day before.) And tents; several dozen of them all crowded together, bunched up, from front to back, of all different colors, sorrounded by pickets and signs hung up amongst the trees.
The information booths still remained so I walked around, talking to the people promoting them. They were socialists, anarchists, republicans, and other politically bound people. They all had interesting things to say.
A man from the International Socialist Organization invited me to their mettings and tried to get me on their email list which he claimed was just for “information.” Another booth had a guy my age dressed in all black with a flag exclaiming revolution, passing out “Fighting for Our Lives; An Anarchist Primer.”
The most notable thing I observed was a particular group of people. They were sitting cross legged near the tents with pads and pens and laptops, talking to each other in quiet voices. I walked a little slower as I passed them; eavesdropping. They were discussing politics. Not in the same drunken half-blitzed way I would at the local bar, but in a serious way where each person took their time to explain what to do next.
They are a little ragged looking, and maybe the list of demands is in debate amongst the figure-heads of the movement. Seattles, The Stranger, writes that they have “a very specific set of ideals in common.” Those being: Fairness, justice, and jobs. It sounds good to me. I find it more and moree difficult to stay off that band wagon everyday.
There are a lot of protesters who would make an ugly scene for people like me, who are unsure of what to endorse. There are a lot of people who aren’t protesting at all, but instead selling weed. And maybe the whole of them aren’t accomplishing anything at all by occupying Seattle, and are just wasting their tiem.
“It’s hard to tell,” said a socialist promoter, on whether the movement would last. Just before I left, he told me, physically, they will most likely disband in January due to weather, but the ideas and the spirit will stay with us.
The movement has accomplished at least one thing: local grassroots movements across the world. It is anarchy at its kindest. As unorganized as it looked, and as haphazard as it really is, people are coming together to feed and care for each other for a good purpose.