Austerity by R. J. Renna Page A

Eastern Standard Time. That was usually the quietest hour of the day at the Park. Everyone slept. Even the National Guard seemed to operate at less than full capability at that hour. As I began my live report, I heard the Blackhawks. Actually, let me clarify that. I felt the Blackhawks. You could not hear the blades but you can feel the wind stirring in the air. I look up and there were about a dozen of them visible against the moonlight. You could see the commandos repelling from the choppers. Then we heard a rumble. The U.S. Army half tracks came in. I swear it appeared that the National Guard didn’t even know what was going on. After that, we lost our feed and the concussion grenades went off. Me and my cameraman, Nick, were instantly knocked to the ground. I knew then, that this was not the end of the occupation, but the beginning of something else. The beginning of a war on the people inside the park.
     
    James Gagaun, Occupy Central Park Survivor
    The concussion grenades woke me up. I was prepared for a “clearing out” or an attack. I knew that if I had a weapon, I would instantly be killed. My goal was to make sure that the law enforcement folks didn’t kill me or start a massacre in the Park. I did what I thought was the best thing to do and simply kneel and hold my hands up in the air.
     
    I look up and see the commandos repelling from the Blackhawks. Right then, I knew this wasn’t law enforcement or SWAT. The last time I checked, SWAT doesn’t have Blackhawks. They sent the fucking military on us! The commandos seemed to know exactly where they were going. It’s then I stood up to get a better look at the situation.
     
    I ran over towards the center of the Park and saw the commandos go after our kitchen. They seized out cooking supplies and formed a circle around it. I was, “Are you serious? This is all about our food?!” I started to laugh at first. Then the realization hit me. Holy fuck! They don’t need to clear us out. They are going to starve us. Immediately, I got really scared. I wanted to talk to these guys. But they wore masked and had weapons pointed in every direction. I knew there was no talking to them. They were just simply, “Following orders.”
     
    FBI Agent (NAME REDACTED), Undercover Agent, Occupy Central Park
    The whole fucking night too me by surprised. We were never told of a military operation at the Park. Seizing and stopping the black market food supply was not something we wanted to do. Yes, stopping the food supply was popular rhetoric for the politicians. However, we knew that once you took away the food, the situation in the park would deteriorate immediately. And, at that point, all bets are off the table.
    Gerald Kirpatrick, Former Deputy New York City Mayor
    It was a gigantic clusterfuck. No one told us about the operation. We were getting reports that the National Guard and the U.S. Army Rangers had exchanged fire at one point. There was no real order the Mayor could give to the Chief of Police, on the situation besides to maintain order outside of the park perimeter.
     
    It was only about five hours later that the Mayor had a conversation with the Secretary of Defense about the removal of the food supply. The Mayor was irate. He knew right then that Washington had backed him into an unwinnable situation. Washington had no idea how big the population had gotten at the park. Estimates were putting the occupation at one to two million people. You simply could not “get everyone out” safely. And if the Mayor even tried send food into the park, that would only piss off the other residence in the city and give them reason to occupy the park. Not to mention that our public safety officers barely had enough food supply for themselves and almost nothing for their family. We basically had to sit there are simply wait to see what would happen.
     
    Lt. Col. Greg Hennings, U.S. National Guard
    When the sun rose, word spread quickly about the commando operation. We started