Behold the Spark of Revolution

By Bill Shein
October 4, 2011

Those bewildered by the absence of so-called “demands” from the young people at the heart of the “Occupy Wall Street” protest movement – now sweeping the nation with welcome speed – should pay closer attention. Because we’ve never seen anything like this.

Listen to what is being discussed in their egalitarian, consensus-based general assemblies, which are broadcast online twice a day. (Everything about Occupy Wall Street is open, public, and transparent – as democracy should be.)

Understand the commitment of those sleeping in the cold and rain under plastic tarps by reading what they’re posting on their websites, Facebook pages and Twitter feeds.

Appreciate the diversity of those in the streets, whether they are anti-corporate campaigners, unemployed construction workers, laid-off teachers, debt-laden students, or grandmothers speaking out against permanent war.

And then join them for an hour or a day or a week, in New York or Boston or on your town’s Main Street. You’ll discover that this is not about passing a few laws, tweaking some Wall Street regulations, or even, at this point, attempting to change anything by reaching for the levers of our political system. Because for now, at least, those levers are only accessible for a fee, payable in advance, please, with $2,500 checks made out to the re-election committee, thank you very much.

What we’re witnessing, and many are participating in, is the beginning of a revolution for true democracy. Those in power who drove our country off the rails, as well as those whose response has been weak and ineffectual, focus on “demands” because that’s what they’re used to: Demands from those who write checks and send lobbyists.

The Occupy Wall Street movement is not about a single issue or policy prescription, though surely some specifics will emerge in its wake. Yes, we need to re-balance the tax code to properly and fairly fund the shared infrastructure of our society and guarantee the well-being of our citizens. Of course we need to remove the boot of unregulated campaign money that’s standing on the windpipe of democracy. And of course we need to amend the Constitution so that living human beings, and not corporations, have the exclusive right to participate in our democratic processes.

But are the protesters “uninformed,” as some suggest, because they’re not offering up five-point plans or specific legislative language? The question misses the point.

The young people in New York’s Liberty Square are informed with the knowledge that unemployment among their peers is at least double the national rate, with no relief in sight. They’re informed by the painful reality of mountains of student-loan debt. They know that prior generations have warmed the planet, but their generation will suffer the consequences if nothing is done. They know that millions have lost homes and jobs and retirement savings while an elite few were bailed out to return to business-as-usual. What more do they need to know?

Under the banner of “The Other 99 Percent,” these nonviolent activists, increasingly accompanied by Americans of all colors and ages and incomes, are showing us what love of country – and love of our fellow citizens – should look like.

Not coincidentally, these young people are among those most affected by new photo-ID requirements for voting that were fast-tracked through many state legislatures this year. Thus, those most likely to vote against the unacceptable status quo are being systematically excluded from democratic participation. Without money, and without a meaningful voice in elections, they’ve instead taken to the streets, their bodies and voices standing in for empty wallets and blocked ballots.

How many of today’s elected officials would be at home alongside protesters calling for broad democratic reforms, an end to militarism, and an economy that works for all of us? Not many. Standing in front of these growing crowds, what would they say? “I wish I could help, but I’m only willing to consider marginal changes. But have fun with your little protest!”

There’s nothing little, though, about this burgeoning movement. The tens of thousands already participating in Occupy Wall Street actions across the country are shining a bright light on many things we need to see, discuss, and then address.

So walk toward the light, America. Because the time for illumination has arrived.

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Bill Shein believes the light from Occupy Wall Street is so bright that Americans will have to wear shades.

 

A Corporation That Cares

By Bill Shein
September 30, 2011

“Dear William Shein: I’m very sorry to hear about the recent disaster that affected your community. Please know that Discover Card is here to help you through this difficult time.” – From an email received in the wake of Tropical Storm Irene.

DISCOVER CARD CUSTOMER REP: Hello, and thanks for calling Discover Card, the card that pays you back. How may I help you?

BILL SHEIN: Hi. I’m just calling to say thanks for the note. It really meant a lot.

DISCOVER REP: Um, what?

SHEIN: You know, that email you sent? Letting me know that Discover is there for me during this difficult time? I just read it.

DISCOVER REP (confused): What email?

SHEIN: Oh, you know which one, silly. (Turning serious.) You really touched my heart, you know. Reaching out when you did. It’s been a rough road for many of us out here in western New England. So, thanks.

DISCOVER REP (awkwardly): Um, sure, no problem.

SHEIN: I used to think of you as another faceless corporation that would stick it to regular folks like me at every opportunity. But you have a heart. And maybe even a soul. And you care. There’s something very real and alive behind the legal fiction that is, well, you.

DISCOVER REP (nervously): Ha, ha, yes, we do. Have those things. I mean, it does. And I do, too. Right.

SHEIN: Thankfully, I made it through Irene. My well was damaged, so I didn’t have water for a week, but it was manageable.

DISCOVER REP: That’s good. Well, as the e-mail said, we’re here for you.

SHEIN (after a beat): Hey, you doing anything later?

DISCOVER REP: What?

SHEIN: You know, want to get together? I kind of felt something when I read your email. Maybe you felt it, too, while you were writing it? It seemed very raw and emotional.

DISCOVER REP (after a long silence): Is there anything else I can help you with?

SHEIN (suggestively): I don’t know. Is there?

DISCOVER REP: What?

SHEIN: Maybe you’ll come over sometime and let me “lift your corporate veil,” eh? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge?

DISCOVER REP: Sir, I’m going to have to transfer you to my supervisor now.

SHEIN (perturbed): Oh, so now it’s, “sir”? Just minutes ago you spoke to my heart in a way that only a company that crunches my credit-card spending data into a detailed behavioral profile could do. And now you call me “sir”? Wow, I don’t get it. That’s so, like, totally inhuman. It’s just cold.

DISCOVER REP (exhaling loudly): You’re right, I’m sorry. Is there anything else I can do?

SHEIN (brightening): How about lowering that usurious interest rate? Or forgiving some of my outstanding debt? If you meant what you said about wanting to help, that’s what you’d do, my love.

DISCOVER REP (very matter-of-fact): We’ll review your account. You’ll receive a written response in seven-to-10 business days.

SHEIN (dreamily): I’ll hardly sleep waiting for your next missive, dearest.

DISCOVER REP: Thank you for calling Discover. Goodbye.

SHEIN: The way you say that is so darn cute. Say it again!

SFX: Sound of dial tone.

CUT TO: Ten days later. Standing in his kitchen, SHEIN holds an envelope from Discover which says, “Important Information Regarding Your Account.” He sits, takes a deep, nerves-calming breath, and tears it open. The letter explains that his credit limit has been reduced by half and his interest rate increased to 29.99 percent. It is unsigned.

SFX: Sound of a heartbreaking human wail, followed by uncontrollable sobs, followed by sniffling, followed by a weird and repetitive moaning sound, followed by more sniffling.

SHEIN (yelling): I don’t need you, Discover! I’m fine! I’m just fine!

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After Tropical Storm Irene knocked out Bill Shein’s phone service, Verizon gave him an $8.09 account credit. But Discover Card? Nothing but empty words.

 

My Summer with Ducks

By Bill Shein
September 26, 2011

Early one morning last May, in a sleepy California town just 20 miles from the Pacific Ocean, eight ducklings emerged into the wider world beyond their shells.

Within hours, the small, fuzzy creatures were placed in a cardboard box along with chopped straw, a heat pack, and a container of green, nutrient-rich gel (just like the green, nutrient-rich gel found in nature).

Then, completing the hatching-day ritual that ducklings have endured for millennia, the box was passed along to the U.S. Postal Service and placed in the cargo hold of a jet aircraft.

Two days later, my phone rang at 7:00 a.m. “Your chicks are here,” reported a postal worker, unaware that the cheeping box contained ducks, not chickens.

“On my way,” I said, excited and ready – after months of obsessive-compulsive preparation – to meet the latest additions to my animal menagerie.

And so began my first summer with ducks. The Group of Eight, as I call them, are now nearly full grown, healthy, happy, and on the cusp of egg-laying. They’re great fun to have around, and entertaining to no end.

And, since I know you’re going to ask, yes, I’ve named them all: Amelia and A.J., the flying Khaki Campbells. Big Roo and Roo, the boy-girl pair of Rouens. Buff and L’il Ping, my Buff Orpington girls. And Forrest and Jenny, the Welsh Harlequin pair who are both stunningly beautiful and, well, [BEGIN HUSHED TONE] a little simple [END HUSHED TONE].

For a month, the ducklings lived in my guest bedroom in a brooder constructed from cardboard and plastic sheeting and filled with pine shavings. I spent endless hours watching as they cheeped, ate chopped lettuce out of my hand, and slept contentedly on my lap. At 10 days or so, we began going outside, where they cheeped, ate chopped lettuce out of my hand, and slept contentedly on my lap some more.

Bill Shein and Baby Roo

Photo: Christina Lane

Needless to say, virtually nothing that stick-in-the-mud economists refer to as “productive work” was accomplished during that month. (Sorry, gross domestic product! You’ll have to find growth elsewhere!) But that quiet time with my new ducklings was spiritually and emotionally productive – and, of course, Wall Street has no metric for such things.

My dog companion Ella – a Labrador Retriever mix not known to cozy up to live fowl – quickly learned that these odd creatures were not for eating. And to my great surprise, she soon took on vital duck-protection duties, staying outside to watch over the ducks and bark away foxes (or any noise in the woods that could, just possibly, be a fox). By August, early evenings found her on the back porch with all the ducks gathered ‘round, waiting for me to arrive with their evening meal.

Ella and the ducks on the back porch.

Photo: Christina Lane

Much to the amusement of friends and family, I dote on the ducks to the point of absurdity. I’ve mastered the art of steering all conversation toward my beloved waterfowl, usually without subtlety:

FRIEND: Hey Bill, do you know what time it is?

ME: Time to tell you about the hilarious thing Amelia did this morning?

FRIEND (yelling): ENOUGH ABOUT THE DUCKS, NERD!

In June I built an impressive, Fort-Knox-inspired coop to keep the ducks secure at night. It turned out well, though I had to learn a lot through trial and error. (Note to first-time coop builders: “Two-by-four” actually means 1.5 inches by 3.5 inches. So plan accordingly, and never, ever admit your ignorance of this basic woodworking measurement. At least not in print.)

These days, with the ducks fully feathered, our days begin with a walk (and in some cases, flight) down to the river with morning coffee and reading material. (My coffee and reading material, not theirs.) The ducks dabble for good eats atop mossy rocks and underwater, wander the riverbank looking for bugs and slugs, and always keep an eye skyward for hawks. Ella the Dog sits nearby, overseeing everything. I often read nothing, mesmerized by the Group of Eight’s quirky habits and unique personalities.

Now, some warn against anthropomorphizing animals and projecting human-like personalities onto them. But each afternoon, when I dress the ducks in period costumes for our Victorian-style tea parties, it’s hard not to view them as small, web-footed people. But maybe that’s just me.

No doubt winter will bring new duck-raising challenges. Even though ducks have the finest down jackets available, managing them in winter will require daily chores outside in the Berkshires cold. But for now, I’m basking in the warm feelings of my first, largely successful summer with ducks, and it feels great.

By the way, if you want to know more about my ducks, feel free to ask. Give me a call anytime.

BILL’S FRIEND: No, don’t! You’ll regret it! I’m not kidding!

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Bill Shein once talked about his ducks – without interruption – for nearly 34 hours.

Photo: Christina Lane