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People In Pain, Is Power In Pride
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People In Pain, Is Power In Pride

"Miss, excuse me miss, could you spare some change? I've been living here for four months and this is now my home. My rights, my thoughts, my life has been taken away from me and I really need something to eat so I can keep fighting for my rights. I am a human being after all, aren't I?"

The sound of an African drum can be heard from the other side of the park. A voice of desperation is yelling from the crowd, she's yelling something about dreams. It sounds like she's yelling "gotta sleep so I can dream, nothing is like it seems" and it makes me wonder..

Some things are better left unsaid, this is not one of them. These people have been suffering cold nights, hard winds and have not been hearing the sound of tap water nor the sound of a TV that we are so used to in months. These people fight for a change, a change I even didn't know needed to be made. And now, I'm in the middle of it all. I'm a part of it. Should I be blessed?

As a student from Sweden I am not used to seeing, hearing nor feeling this. Swedes are not used to fighting for their rights, because we'll always had them. My first time experience in America has been amazing so far. I survived a hurricane and an earthquake. But I survived. Some of these people lives has been a struggle since day one. Every day is a hustle as they say, each and every day is a hurricane or earthquake to survive.

The colorful tents are painted and written on and the signs that are hand painted shows what these people stands for. What occupy DC is all about. I feel them, I understand, but all I can do is watch.

It's said that the Park polices will end the protesters camping at Noon this Tuesday. All we can do is watch two worlds meet. The force - the law and the rights.

There are cameras everywhere. The reflection of the sun can be seen in all of the lenses that are turned towards a young lady who is screaming on top of her lungs, and I shudder.

"We are nonviolent people standing up to every form of violence that the corporation put on to us every single day. We are occupy, and so are you!"

Usually, the protesters in Sweden protests with flags or material for one day. They march throughout the city and back home when they are done. I really can't imagine protesters in Sweden camping for their rights, and most of the time, they protests for OTHER people or countries' rights, not for their own. As I said earlier: we were born with our rights, we don't fight for them.

In the picture here you can see a man with dark clothes and shoes holding up his arms and provoking a police officer. The man's entire face is covered by a black mask and he has a cap and hood over his head. His voice reminds me of the man with the golden voice, it's rasping, dark and it shoots straight through you.

I'm impressed by the officers reaction. He just stands there, still as a stick and with his back straight looking to a whole other direction, not even concerned by this man's provoking words or actions. I have to stand still and just watch. That's all I can do, be a part of the circle.

I think about how the police in Sweden would react to this kind of behavior from a person to a police. One part of my brain just wants to shut down and repress the pictures I clearly can imagine in front of me. It's not a happy sight nor is it something I want to describe deeply. But I know that they wouldn't be taking this. They would not say anything but they would definitely shoot his leg if he came closer or bring out the bat and try making him go away.

And i'm even more surprised about how few cops that actually are on spot. Where's the rest of them? This can't be it?

In my country, they always have two or three busses full of policemen ready to intervene if something happens between protesters or the public. Having four, as far as I can see, makes me wonder what it takes to become a policeofficer in this country. Do you even have to have a higher IQ than Willy the Wale? Because right now, even a five year old would know that things can turn ugly anytime, and I mean real' ugly.

Trying to imagine people camp in a public space or public park in Sweden is really a hard thing to do. Because it's not only a really cold country where not many would survive camping during winter time which is eight months or more, but because of people judging you. One thing Swedes really needs to learn from Americans is that they shouldn't be judged too fast.

Just because your'e sitting on the ground holding up a sign that says: "I'm not blind, I'm just tired of seeing so much bullshit" doesn't mean your'e homeless or don't have food, maybe you just felt for letting the world know what you think?

To fight for your right is nothing harmful nor is it something that Swedes can identify themselves with. But they have to learn that some people in this world have to fight for survival.

That 38 year old man, who is a father of two, and worked at the bank that's now bankrupt and was used to eating fancy dinners at Bungalow 8 is now sitting on a dirty bench with drybleached jeans, messy hair and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He is one of the protesters and is here to show his support.

That is also one thing Sweden has to pick up. LET GO of the pride. pride is something that is made up by humans who can't contribute to the world by knowledge or by their intellect. They have to blame it on that they are too proud to go out and protest about their rights. No my friends, sometimes you have to.

It would really surprise me if that man who once was known as wealthy, would be Swedish and go out to protest about his current situation. To show the world what they done to him instead of locking himself up in a bubble and smoke away his sorrows. Because that's exactly what a Swede I know would do, and I shudder again.

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