I cannot be at Liberty Square. I have a child to care for and, thankfully, a job. But this diary is a message from me to Occupy Wall Street:
Thank you.
Thank you for standing for me, my family, and my city, which recently earned the distinction of having the largest share of its residents living in poverty.
Thank you for loving us, believing in us, and fighting for us.
I do not speak for Occupy Wall Street. But they speak for me.
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