BP Protest in Downtown Miami Looked to Bring Awareness
|Protester at the BP station at NE 10th Street and Biscayne Boulevard.|
Of course you could do something. You don't have to be Che Guevera to express yourself. Just get off your ass and actually do something. This is the recipe: First, gather as many artists as we could can. Get supplies. Brainstorm. Make signs. This in itself is healthy. Creative venting is cathartic and gathering for a cause is always inspiring. Next, come up with an idea. Ours was easy: let's wear black hefty bags, carry our freaking signs, march on down to the busiest BP, and post up. But first, let's spread the word, gather the tribe, there's music in the masses. After a Facebook update, a tweet, a few reposts and retweets, phone calls, emails, you'll have a crew, like we did, just make sure someone has a good camera for still shots and video.
Thousands of cars drove by, many of them beeping in fleeting solidarity, each beep of their horn sounding more like BP, BP as time went on. Onomatopoetic justice. Did the cops come? Yeah. They asked how long we'd be there, wanted to know our plan, and "suggested" the next time we do it we go by the special event station to get a "suggested" permit. Were some people upset? A couple. Did it rain? It rained like it does in Miami during the summer, and it felt great.
The whole experience felt great. We took tons of pictures. The goal was not to disrupt the ebb and flow of traffic, or waste anyone's valuable time. The goal was to heighten public awareness of the disaster in the Gulf and how it could affect our quality of life in Miami. Also, how this pertains to the larger social issue of offshore drilling, and the larger issue of corporate power.
We made our point. We had our images and we left. But that was just the beginning. You see, in 2010, you can be the media you want to be. So that night we went back to our social networking sites and after a few Facebook posts and re-posts, we brewed the pot, stirred the gravy, and had created our own story. The next day our local NBC station contacted us for an interview. When asked how they found out about what we did, the reporter said Facebook. The next night we we're on the eleven o'clock news, in a market with 7 million people. We did it our way, and so can you.
J.J. Colagrande is the author of Headz, a novel. He is currently an adjunct professor at Miami-Dade College and Barry University.