If you had walked through McPherson Square, a patch of urban green surrounded on four sides by office buildings, hotels, restaurants, and a Metro station, on the cold rainy Day 3 of Occupy DC, you might not have noticed anything different from any other day: people with handwritten signs, looking like they’d slept outside. Others emerging from the Starbucks across the street, talking on cell phones or carrying laptops. Conversations on the park’s benches. For a city accustomed to itinerant protesters, a population glued to mobile devices, as well as the homeless sleeping in the shadows of the halls of power, it quite possibly looked like any other day in the heart of the nation’s capital.
That passersby appeared to ignore the protesters was appropriate: Occupy DC, after all, has settled in the heart of K Street, the eponym for the corruption of our politics with big corporate money.
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