Ten Years Since Occupy and the Need Is Higher Than Ever
Occupy Greensboro was packing up. Tents were taken down, cooking pots stacked, banners folded. I loaded a number of large white boards into the back of my hatchback. The white boards felt precious — the scribbly, blue-marker handwriting was archival evidence of a community coming together, brainstorming, planning, asking questions to dig deep, to wonder: What is wrong here?