When Robroy arrived in Baltimore about 20 years ago, I had no occupation. No one would buy the stories I was writing. Late nights at Funks Democratic Coffee Spot in Fells Point, I made new friends who argued passionately that the wealthy corporations were corrupting the government, wiping out the arts and oppressing the masses.
So I think I understand where Occupy Baltimore is coming from. It made me mad when I read yesterday that our Mayor said she wanted to avoid a “violent exchange” with them. I decided to see for myself what’s going on.
For example, a guy held a sign that said: “From my corner office, everyone looks so small.”
That’s weird. You know, I actually have a corner office now. My writing studio is near the top of the Bromo Seltzer Tower. I’m right where he says I should not be, yet people don’t look small to me. As a matter of fact, they are paramount. I want to know their stories.
I asked him why he felt that way.
“It’s ridiculous that the big corporations get huge tax breaks and pocket the money,” he said. “The government should force them to reinvest in jobs. Unemployed people like me need help.”
These are hard times. The job market changed fast. It used to be that you owed your employer 40 years and in return they owed you a rewarding career, health insurance and a pension.
Now what do we owe each other?
For me, it does no good to blame others. I discovered I am the author of my problems. Just as I am the author of the solution.
It keeps me occupied.
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