by Jonathon Van Maren
Being on the Canadian side of the border, my first notice of “Occupy Wall Street” was, of course, through the media—and not even they knew what they were describing as they attempted to define for their audiences a collection of age-diverse, tent-dwelling anarchists vaguely furious about capitalism et al and positive that someone should do something, and that that something was sleeping outdoors on someone else’s property. Left-wing media outlets (which is to say, most of them) were giddy in their praise, hoping to have finally found a Tea Party foil. Most conservative outlets registered (naturally) suspicion—it was “astro-turf,” they opined, and rather unwashed at that. I was in Calgary when the Occupy movement came to Canada, and the lack-lustre collection of Arts major outdoorspeople got very little attention. This was Canada, after all—who needs the NYPD when you have winter?