Hundreds of cops, some on horsebacks, are now protecting Wall Street 24 hours a day. At Bowling Green Park, they have also blocked access to the Merryll Lynch bull. To be warmed by the methane gas of a healthy market, no doubt, a group of New York's Finest gathered near their sacred bovine's digestive exit, just below its up-lashing tail.
"They're all guarding the bull's a**hole," I said to this middle aged black woman standing across the street.
"Yeah, they're all guarding the bullshit!" She laughed.
It was nearly 10PM. At Wall Street and Broadway, I met a young protester from Austin. Twenty five years old, he'd been sleeping at Liberty Park since September 24th.
"What do you guys do when it rains?"
"We just have to deal with it. We sleep under tarps."
"Man, that must really suck. You probably can't sleep too well."
"Yeah, sometimes I get up and my body aches all over, but we just have to deal with it. We're not leaving."
"And it's fucked up they won't let you guys use tents."
"Yeah, it's fucked up, so we'll have to set up tents at some point. It's getting colder, and we can't just sleep like that if it snows."
"You think the cops will come in and get rid of the tents?"
"I don't know. Who knows."
"You know in California and other places, cops have slashed tents of the homeless."
"Yeah, I know, but the whole world is watching us now, so if they do that, the whole world will see it."
I asked him about demands, about how everyone is demanding that these protesters make demands, but so far, nothing.
"We did put out a Declaration."