By late morning on Wednesday, Occupy Wall Street, a noble but fractured and airy movement of rightly frustrated young people, had a default ambassador in a half-naked woman who called herself Zuni Tikka. A blonde with a marked likeness to Joni Mitchell and a seemingly even stronger wish to burrow through the space-time continuum and hunker down in 1968, Ms. Tikka had taken off all but her cotton underwear and was dancing on the north side of Zuccotti Park, facing Liberty Street, just west of Broadway. Tourists stopped to take pictures; cops smiled, and the insidiously favorable tax treatment of private equity and hedge-fund managers was looking as though it would endure.


The occupation continues
It might have appeared to the outside world at this point that the occupation was nothing but a rag-tag group of disaffected youths without purpose or drive, if one were to believe the media. But those who shunned the mainstream in favor of more independent sources knew better. The people at Liberty Square are the 99%. They are the students and the teachers, the workers and the jobless, the average citizen that knows their voice is not heard by those who run the country. Silent and non-existent to the elite, the billionaires, the 1% who hold this nation's wealth. This nation began because people believed a person should not be forced to hand their wage to those who refuse to represent them. Those people fought for that ideal, and America was born of their blood. Their courage inspired thirteen colonies of citizens to rise against the most powerful empire on earth. When have you felt represented by your elected officials? Search your memory, objectively, honestly, and ask yourself if you've felt either party had your best interests at heart.

And so the occupation continued, through the rain and under the watchful eye of the NYPD. Numbers grew as the first week went on, and casual observers began to understand the protestors were in it for the long haul. At some point the local constabulary must have begun to sense this as well. Things were about to take a turn.

Brutal Saturday