Nights in Tents by Laura Love

Author:Laura Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Yucca Publishing
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Doxology

My first week at OGP had taught me never, ever to be unplugged or out of touch, for even a moment, if I wanted to live through the night, or quickly reach a spontaneous uprising. This was true for every location I Occupied around the country. I’d learned to have at least a 75% charge at bed time, should it be necessary to call someone late and/or apprise my loved ones of urgent developments. I had a love/hate relationship with it, sometimes calling it a “Dread,” others a “‘Roid.” I loved it for the comfort it gave me, while resenting the intrusion into my privacy and the high-priced monthly data plan. I was alternately disgusted and amazed at all the things it could do. There was an app for everything. I’d even found and downloaded one called, “I’ve Been Arrested,” which automatically notified everyone I pre-flagged on my contact list that I was being hauled off to jail, and to call my attorney ASAP and get me the heck out of there. A cashier at Target had informed me of it, as I bought a tent to live in. She’d shown it to me on her own phone, and I was immediately drawn to the silly bright red animated cartoon logo of handcuffed hands being thrust in the air by a man jumping crazily around as if he’d just been tased. Not only was my phone a safety measure, it also allowed me to keep my finger on the pulse of the Occupy news that was developing rapidly across the country—and the world. Seconds after Marine Scott Olsen uttered his first words following his severe head injury by the OPD, I heard about it, thanks to Twitter. The same with notifications that this encampment or that was scheduled to be demolished anywhere in the United States. By December, my newly acquired tweeting prowess had netted me hundreds of new friends that helped me add words to my vocabulary that I doubt even existed before the Occupy Movement was born. One of those words was dox which I’d not heard before, but was now thinking of constantly and using competently in many of my sentences of late. Now that standoffs with the police were becoming a commonplace experience, I heard the word daily. “Somebody dox that jerk—He’s running down Occupiers and he just clubbed that girl over there with his baton.” Or, “Whoa did you see that cop pepperspray the old dude—Dox his Ass.” And, “I just got that pig on camera planting drugs on that black guy—get his frickin’ badge number so Anonymous can dox him.” The first doxing occurrence that came to my attention was that of UC Davis Campus Police Officer, John Pike. The now infamous story of John Pike leads me to another favorite new term, meme, which was a result of what Officer Pike did on November 22, which caused him not only to be doxed, but then given a starring role in the “meme seen round the world.

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