The Occupy Handbook [antikvár]

Introduction A Tale of Two Taxes Nobody lies groaning under the yoke of inauthenticity twenty-four hours a day. —Raoul Vaneigem One fall morning I stood outside the Princeton Club, on West 43rd Street in Manhattan. Occupy Wall Street, which I had visited several times as a sympathetic outsider, had passed its one-month anniversary, and I thought the movement might usefully be analyzed by economists and financial writers whose pieces I would commission and assemble into a book that was analytical and—this was what really interested me— prescriptive. I'd been invited to breakfast to talk about the idea with a Princeton Club member and had arrived early out of nervousness. It seemed a strange place to be discussing the book. I tried the idea out on a young bellhop. He said that he took the protests seriously, found himself wondering about the methodology, but was not involved. He didn't have the time: he didn't live in Manhattan and, besides the bellhop job, he was in school. Paying for college was difficult. The protests made sense to him, he said, for one reason: they concerned what mattered to everyone—the economy. I had expected more resistance, some frank skepticism, maybe a comment to the effect that the protests