When you are standing in the middle of a crowd of protesters it’s hard not to get the impression that something is being done. Thousands of people chanting in unison “education not deportation”...
Students and community members gathered on the steps of the Memorial Building Wednesday night to publicly confess their privilege as part of an event sponsored by the Whitman Christian Fellowship (WCF) entitled “We Are the 1%â€.
I arrived in Portland over four-day on a Friday night. The air was biting yet alive with the bustle of a city whose bedtime is long past Walla Walla's. The streets were filled with activity, and as my friend and I forged through the night in the quest for a dining facility that was open to minors at this hour, we drove past the small metropolis that is the Occupy Portland site. The grounds of the park they occupied were blistered with tents, as if a modern day Hooverville had sprung up in the midst of the city—only this one was full of nylon tents, electric generators and a vibrancy that its inhabitants exuded. Most importantly, they were there by choice, not necessity.
