How a burger baron, four indie rockers, a bleeding-heart Muslim and a group of trash tour guides are fighting for the 99%.
The air is hot and humid in the Portland Building’s dimly
lit second-floor auditorium. A mix of flannel-clad twentysomethings,
long-haired retirees and fussy neighborhood-watch types have filled
DJ Nick is back. He needs to get out of here, because DJ Nick is trouble.
He’s just one of the problem people the Safety/Peacekeeping Committee worries about in the Occupy Portland camps.
It’s poor, it’s dangerous, it’s growing like crazy—and it’s more important than ever.
In case you didn’t get the invite, Portland is an endless
party in a shining urban utopia where everyone has a $1,000 bicycle,
eats locally sourced gourmet dishes from food carts and is blindingly