|Our girl hard at work at Occupy Wall Street.|
What we saw were families, teachers, healthcare worker, police officers, students, journalists, and lots of other people just like you and I. What we saw were people tired of living in fear of foreclosure, in fear of losing health insurance, in fear of losing jobs, in fear of losing educational services, in fear of what the future holds for their kids.
As we walked past the New York Stock Exchange I tried to explain to our girl what the protest was about: that the reason money has been so tight for the past three years is that some people essentially made off with our money and our nation's wealth through a combination of speculation and warmongering. I didn't get into the impact that all of this has been having on special education services, or on eldercare, or on bus services. I kept it simple: some people have been stealing our money.
It didn't seem to exactly make sense to her. As we made our way down Wall Street she requested that we stop talking about it: too much language. But when we arrived at the Occupy Wall Street encampment she enthusiastically joined in painting protests signs and captured her thoughts about plutocracy in a most straightforward analysis.
At Autism's Edges, we are part of the 99%.