
The GreenMarket patrons turned their heads to find the source of the shouting. They had been occupied shopping for orchids, locally grown crops and Chinese blooming teas.
It was partly cloudy on Saturday in downtown West Palm Beach, with families dawdling fountain adjacent, children and dogs on short leashes and fresh squeezed lemonade. A singer performed the Beatles’
You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away on his acoustic guitar.
A block away a group of about 40 people started marching. They represented Occupy Palm Beach, the local group acting in solidarity with the global Occupy Wall Street protests. They had come together for a general assembly and by consensus decided to make their presence felt at the GreenMarket.
They held signs like “End War, Save the Planet,” “Human Survival and Unity,” and “Prosecute Foreclosure Fraud.” One of the marchers held a fake chicken’s head on top of the pole holding his sign.
They marched around the perimeter, flanking the GreenMarket consumers from across the street.
The protesters started chanting, “We… Are… The 99 percent… We… Are… The 99 percent.”
A tall man in obnoxious teal began pointing his finger at individuals as he passed.
“…. And you!” He pointed and shouted at a couple enjoying a meal at a sidewalk cafĂ©, “… And you!”
The consumers looked toward the column of protesters. Some shook their heads. Most were unmoved.
Completing a circle, the hopeful revolutionaries started back towards their occupation site, which they had held for nearly a week. The larger group didn’t notice, but a few of the protesters had stayed behind. They were engaging the skeptics.
“You guys are so spread out and you don’t have a singular message,” the skeptic said. He was powerfully built and wearing a Revolutionary War Veterans Association t-shirt.
The young man in the revolutionary beard and the anarchist in the tank top and driving cap responded.
“I will tell you that I am against capitalism and corporations,” the anarchist said. She was unashamed. Her nose ring and armpit hair were further proof. She was hardcore.
They argued back and forth about the definition and merits of anarchy, and the role of the United States in committing injustices around the world.

“Americanism is infiltrating all cultures in the world. As soon as American tabloids got into tribes in Africa, bulimia and anorexia became prevalent,” revolutionary beard said.
“I don’t believe in the American dream. I’m saying the American dream is a nightmare,” the anarchist said. Everyone walked away.
The occupation site consists of ten tents and a wire fence surrounding a green space. The property, located on Banyan Street and Flagler Drive, is owned by the city of West Palm Beach, but was leased to Occupy Palm Beach for one dollar.
This happened after a tense night one week prior, when nine individuals defied police warnings and spent the night occupying the waterfront commons at the end of Clematis Street.
Ryan, the owner of the revolutionary beard, was there that night. He didn’t know whether or not he would be arrested. Before joining Occupy Palm Beach, he had never participated in any other kind of protest. He arrived alone when the group began holding general assemblies in Bryant Park in Lake Worth in early October.
Now people look to him as a leader. It was Ryan that negotiated the compromise with the city of West Palm Beach for the occupation site a block next door at Banyan Street and Flagler Drive. Since then he has camped out every night with his friends in the movement.
Roberto is a Palm Beach State College student and he has also camped out every night since the occupation began. When his enthusiasm is drained, he looks forward to discussions with his camp neighbors at night. “That’s when people start really laying their hearts on the table, and bold ideas come out. We stay up all night talking about how to make a better world,” he said.
His mother is Colombian, and her country’s history of violence makes her fear for her son. “She just knows that people get hurt, especially people who can articulate a message, like me,” Roberto said.
Not everyone is able to camp out. But on Saturday, supportive visitors arrived frequently with bags of ice, tarps, and first aid supplies. One man arrived with a homemade portrait of futurist philosopher
Jacque Fresco for the camp. According to the man, Fresco advocates using technology for automation, so that humanity can abolish the practice of working for a living.
“We shouldn’t have to work, we should be able to raise our children, play with our dogs, and paint,” the man said. On the back of the portrait he donated, it read, “Don’t hate, automate.”
Among the other visitors, a white man that no longer considers himself American, though he was born here. He would choose to be Palestinian if he could, he said. For him, learning the history of the Iran-Contra affair was the moment when he lost faith in his government. He wears the atomic whirl logo, the recognized symbol of atheism, tattooed on his neck.Cars drove down Flagler, saw the tents and the signs, and mostly they honked their horns in solidarity with the protest. Sometimes people lowered their windows to shout “Get a Job!” as they passed. This has happened enough for the protesters to talk comebacks amongst themselves. “Most of the occupiers do have jobs,” was one of the agreed-upon favorites.
There have also been a few incidents where the police had to be called, but they were caused by drunken outsiders. A shadowy figure named Hamilton* is head of security at the site. Hamilton has also been known to work under code names, like H-man or H-Force. He fears that intelligence agencies may be watching him. (*name has been changed)
Hamilton hunkered down as the evening turned to night and he drafted a few volunteers for security shifts, including Mark the Navy veteran and his black Labrador. Soon it would be time for Moonfest.

While Hamilton and Mark held the occupation the rest of Occupy Palm Beach headed a block over to Clematis for the annual downtown Halloween party. Superheroes, monsters and vixens of all kinds were joined by vendors, live bands and lots of booze. There were grown men in diapers and bonnets, and some naked save for the thin red line of a thong. City officials were expecting 70,000 revelers.
There was a depressing drizzle, and the air was chilly. People were slowly trickling down the block at 7 pm as the protestors took up their table in front of a bar called Respectable Street. John, a leader in Occupy Palm Beach’s media committee, was dressed in a suit, tie and pig snout, because according to him, he was representing the one percent of the population of the country that owns 40 percent of the country’s wealth.
The group sold raffle tickets for a free tattoo donated by a local shop in an attempt to raise funds for the occupation. They had a table and a tent set up while their neighbors sold jerk chicken and glow swords, respectively. A few hundred yards away was a stage set up for live acts.
In soliciting people for their cause the group worked especially hard to recruit the man in the banana suit. They gave him a sticker, making him an official member of the 99 percent. The banana had peeled the sticker off his chest by the time he reached the end of the block.
John and the boys did not fare much better recruiting the collection of sexy nurses that passed by. Not finding early success, Roberto was still optimistic. He was there to party. “You gotta capitalize on this opportunity in order to mack,” he said.
City officials were responding to the large numbers expected with double the police force from the year before. Pairs of officers were posted in front of nearly every other store front, stretching down the length of Clematis.
The protesters of Occupy Palm Beach were attempting to start a chant.
“We… Are… The 99 Percent… We… Are… The 99 Percent…”
Techno beats blared from the stage, as the mass of costumed partygoers kept moving in waves up and down Clematis. Most ignored the protesters or didn’t notice them.
A ruddy-faced city of West Palm Beach cop, beefy and neat, and taking in the crowd sat with his partner at the pizza place nearest the protesters.
“We… Are… The 99 Percent…” The protesters shouted, but were quickly drowned out.
“Nobody gives a fuck,” said the cop.