Occupy Catholics will read the following as part of Pax Christi’s Good Friday Way of the Cross event in New York City.
In the early morning of last November 15, the legions of this principality swarmed the people’s tent city in Liberty Square, a place that was real in every way that what surrounds us here is not. A month before, thousands of people had come to protect our tents, but this time most stood by in silence, letting our Zion fall. With helicopters overhead and shields, the legions kept those of us outside away from where they were beating our friends, destroying our library, our food, our medicine. All night we marched through the streets, not knowing where was safe, until finally, as sunrise approached, we collected ourselves under the looming buildings that had been issuing Pilate’s justifications and decrees. We held a general assembly. We heard each other’s voices, and echoed them, and our fingers wiggled above our heads in unity. That night, by the thousands, we returned to Zion, and beheld it, destroyed and cleared and re-sanitized, made safe for the corporate kingdom. Again, we heard each other’s voices, and echoed them, and our fingers wiggled above our heads in unity. The principality could evict our bodies, and our tents, but it cannot evict our spirit.