While this week, as those occupied have been evicted from camping at Zuccotti Park reassembled to march across the Brooklyn Bridge in protest their weeks of protest are now counted in months. They have grown in number of supporters not only in New York City but in other cities across our great nation and around the world.
Although I have not travelled to their protest sites I feel I am a part of their fight against cooperate greed, consumerism, and social inequality that has led to homelessness and hunger in what is the richest country of the world. A country where one can not even afford health care.
I write this as I apply for family health care benefits through my non-profit employer at a cost of two hours of my eight hours daily wage. One might argue that my two days off are a health care free ride but on the other side of the coin one must consider the co-pays which make the actual use of health services though insured unaffordable.
I am grateful to have work after twenty months of unemployment a period that afforded me the opportunity to complete my final twenty credits towards my bachelor’s degree. I expected to earn more than before although in this work climate I had to accept so much less. They say it is easier to find a job when you have a job, so I continue to search because although satisfied with my employment situation I have become the working poor and I’d much prefer being back amongst the struggling middle class.
I had an interview this week with a large corporation. I had interviewed with them in the past for a position similar to my last. The interview had went well although no employment opportunity presented as the facility was delayed in opening. Now after reapplying and interviewing once again I learn that the position at the location I am applying at is not available and would I consider driving another thirty miles? This was learned after being asked and answered multiple times: What is your salary requirement?
I’ve been on enough interviews over the recent few years to have noticed human resources has become human manipulation, a strategic game where the applicant is the mere pawn. Prior to meeting with Mr. HR I noticed at least a dozen of those about me moving with great speed, women with painted faces, wearing silk blouses freshly dry cleaned, hair carefully sprayed into place and I believe I had found the corporate Stepford Wives.
After some consideration of a position that I can not even be certain would ever transpire I thought about the individual that I am and the respect I receive and I conclude no wage is worth the exchange of my autonomy for becoming a robot in corporate society.
As we come to a close of 2011, where is our universal health care? And where has the money gone to provide services to the disadvantaged and adequate pay to those non-profit healthcare workers. That’s right… we bailed out the banks.
In support of the protest I no longer purchase on credit and vow this years holiday purchases will be slashed by the same percentage my earnings have been slashed and then reduced by another 50% in protest of corporate greed and consumerism. I am occupied in spirit.
Who will join me?
Have you made your personal commitment in protest?
Have you become occupied in spirit?