After Raid, Occupy’s Ideas Live On
Occupy Wall Street is in exile. Her benches, once bountiful, lay barren. Her sidewalks — a wasteland. Where there were tents bustling with life, there is breeze. As the Book of Lamentations wonders, “How does the city sit solitary that was full of people?” Under cover of night, eschewing the eye of moral scrutiny, Titus…