Outside City Hall, the crowd waited patiently on the sidewalk. A man wearing an Occupy Wall Street button asked politely for a show of hands: “How many of the people here are from the occupation?” he asked. “I’m just trying to get a number.”
Five or six people put up their hands, although they needn’t have bothered. You could have spotted them a mile away. One wore a Che Guevara badge, another a comically oversized British Royal Mail jacket. A third was handing out 9/11 “truth” fliers and claimed to be running for the Senate. They had been standing around talking earnestly about Hugo Chávez and Michael Moore and the “great South American socialist experiment,” whatever that might be. The word “revolution” was thrown around with abandon.
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