Marybeth: Message to Occupiers still stands: Grow up, folks
This week marked the one year anniversary of the start of the Occupy movement. A year ago, it looked as though the irrational emotionalism on display could escalate into a long and dangerous siege on America’s cities. But then the cold weather came, and the Occupiers starting eating their young, and the next thing you knew, city governments from New York to Oakland (and even in the flyover where I live!) had to act on behalf of small businesses, and abandoned children, and rape victims. So the mojo pretty much died down.
Ironically, as the movement’s anniversary protest got underway, one of the “leaders” of Occupy (uptwinkle if you agree there should be no actual leaders!), expressed frustration with…well…everyone. Aaron Black, who claims to be a head honcho in the movement, declared he was:
“…tired of them,” he said, pointing to the remaining contingent of Occupiers in the park. “I’m tired of them,” he said, pointing to the NYPD. “I’m tired of this whole f—ing thing.”
We hear ya, brother.
Today, the documentary “Occupy Unmasked” opens in theaters. This was one of the projects Andrew Breitbart was working on when he died, intended to debunk the myth that the Occupy movement was some grassroots, organic uprising of disenfranchised citizens, but instead reveals the orchestrated and well-financed manipulators of the “99 percent.” Find it in theaters or (again for we flyover folks) buy it on DVD. Here’s the trailer:
Finally, some nostalgia… about a month after the Occupy movement took over the news cycle, I had had enough. As a mother, I could not sit back and watch tens of thousands of young adults parading around America’s cities in apparent ignorance of the values that would enable them to improve their lots in life. So I did what I always do when simply talking to myself while folding laundry is not enough… I wrote a column. It went viral. Here it is again… enjoy!
Some Belated Parental Advice to Protesters
Call it an occupational hazard, but I can’t look at the Occupy Wall Street protesters without thinking, “Who parented these people?”
As a culture columnist, I’ve commented on the social and political ramifications of the “movement” – now known as “OWS” – whose fairyland agenda can be summarized by one of their placards: “Everything for everybody.”
Thanks to their pipe-dream platform, it’s clear there are people with serious designs on “transformational” change in America who are using the protesters like bedsprings in a brothel.
Yet it’s not my role as a commentator that prompts my parenting question, but rather the fact that I’m the mother of four teens and young adults. There are some crucial life lessons that the protesters’ moms clearly have not passed along.
Here, then, are five things the OWS protesters’ mothers should have taught their children but obviously didn’t, so I will:
• Life isn’t fair. The concept of justice – that everyone should be treated fairly – is a worthy and worthwhile moral imperative on which our nation was founded. But justice and economic equality are not the same. Or, as Mick Jagger said, “You can’t always get what you want.”
No matter how you try to “level the playing field,” some people have better luck, skills, talents or connections that land them in better places. Some seem to have all the advantages in life but squander them, others play the modest hand they’re dealt and make up the difference in hard work and perseverance, and some find jobs on Wall Street and eventually buy houses in the Hamptons. Is it fair? Stupid question.
• There’s no such thing as “free.” Protesting with signs that seek “free” college degrees and “free” health care make you look like idiots, because colleges and hospitals don’t operate on rainbows and sunshine. There is no magic money machine to tap for your meandering educational careers and “slow paths” to adulthood, and the 53 percent of taxpaying Americans owe you neither a degree nor an annual physical.
While I’m pointing out this obvious fact, here are a few other things that are not free: overtime for police officers and municipal workers, trash hauling, repairs to fixtures and property, condoms, Band-Aids and the food that inexplicably appears on the tables in your makeshift protest kitchens. Real people with real dollars are underwriting your civic temper tantrum.
• Your word is your bond. When you demonstrate to eliminate student loan debt, you are advocating precisely the lack of integrity you decry in others. Loans are made based on solemn promises to repay them. No one forces you to borrow money; you are free to choose educational pursuits that don’t require loans, or to seek technical or vocational training that allows you to support yourself and your ongoing educational goals. Also, for the record, being a college student is not a state of victimization. It’s a privilege that billions of young people around the globe would die for – literally.
• A protest is not a party. On Saturday in New York, while making a mad dash from my cab to the door of my hotel to avoid you, I saw what isn’t evident in the newsreel footage of your demonstrations: Most of you are doing this only for attention and fun. Serious people in a sober pursuit of social and political change don’t dance jigs down Sixth Avenue like attendees of a Renaissance festival. You look foolish, you smell gross, you are clearly high and you don’t seem to realize that all around you are people who deem you irrelevant.
• There are reasons you haven’t found jobs. The truth? Your tattooed necks, gauged ears, facial piercings and dirty dreadlocks are off-putting. Nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity isn’t a virtue. Occupy reality: Only 4 percent of college graduates are out of work. If you are among that 4 percent, find a mirror and face the problem. It’s not them. It’s you.