Bradley and Julia celebrate the arrival of the South East Caravan to the West.
Bradley and Julia celebrate the arrival of the South East Caravan to the West.
On June 2, 2014, the JCO ( The Julia Clark Organization ) began the South East Caravan to the Occupy National Gathering in Twin City, GA. For a month Julia test ran camping in the revamped 1969 pop-up RV. She named the pop-up The Rig. The Rig was designed created by Jim Parker.
He is non-digital supporter of the Campaigns. His beliefs run toward the Tea Party temperature, but he realizes that the Tea Party was a farce created by the global corporate conglomerates that have no interest in addressing issues faced by the average citizen of the USA.
The Rig is a tiny mobile office that is painted brown and beige with plain functional features. Preparing for the road was a practice in prediction. With a former homeland security police cruiser as the tow vehicle, what could be packed was very limited.
The second dry run was in Swainsboro, GA. The Braswell’s hosted the Caravan Campaign until June 18th. The plan was to pack and repack five times before setting out for the full run. Plus the power package was to be installed in Swainsboro by Chris’s Automotive Electrical. Two weeks go by fast, much of the time was spent wrapping up loose ends, tending to fine details on the mobile office, and acclimatizing Greenbean, the watchdog of the JCO, to children, other dogs, and people. Greenbean’s disposition from the haunted condemned house in Twin City was near miraculous and attested to the haunting of the house in Twin City.
Late on the 18th of June the JCO pulled out of Swainsboro, GA bound for Jeffersonville, GA. Julia had gotten a ticket the day she had picked up the camper from Mr. Parker. The first night free from any tethers.
Julia got into Jeffersonville, GA just after midnight. She parked the cruiser and rig in a clear spot in front of the court-house. Her and Greenbean, the JCO’s canine colleague, settled down for a long nap until dawn. They were awaken about 3 AM by the police chief of Jeffersonville. He said that a burglar alarm had went off in the court house and that he was checking the perimeters and was uncertain of my vehicle and rig. Julia explained who, what, where, why, and how to the chief. He listened with interest and asked involved questions about the Occupations and Campaigns. He left Julia with his approval and the proper place to park after 8 AM.
Court went very well for Julia and thus the JCO. It also provided a brief platform to discuss the Campaigns and the Occupations. The judge showed what interest he could from the bench and agreed the seriousness of the state of affairs. He reduced the ticket due to hardship. The court staff was wonderful and very interested in hearing more. Julia intended to follow-up, but Occupy Macon would flake out and remove that opportunity.
Occupy Macon had been contacted prior to arrival. There appeared to be two active people in the Occupation, Dr. Holiday and Mr. Homes. One was a dentist and the other worked at a coffee-house. Julia contacted both. The dentist never returned any calls. And the one from the coffee-house said he was in contact with the dentist. Mr. Homes assured the JCO all was well and there would be a place to camp. Mr. Homes sounded delighted to hear from another Occupant. However, this proved to be a farce. When Julia contacted Mr. Homes to get clearance and directions, he laughed and said, “Guess you’ll have to stay at the Walmart parking lot”
This was a bit crushing to Julia. She had not arranged for a plan B. And was caught off guard by the caviler attitude of Mr. Homes. Julia forged westward.
Julia took refuge in Forsyth, GA. Sleep deprivation was setting in and she could go no further. The plan had been to make contact the next Occupy to visit while camped at Occupy Macon. She had not planned of forging ahead so quickly. In her sleep depraved state, she contacted Brush Creek Park. Brush Creek Park sounded great. However, strange things were afoot.
Steve, the would-not-give-his-last-name park ranger, said he was an activist from the 80’s That he had worked to clean up Chattahoochee River by being a negotiator, that he was a big peace advocate, plus he had worked with Native Americans. He elaborated on the negotiator part while Julia was there. He said that he had accepted a large check from Georgia Power and used it to take reporters down the Chattahoochee River, thus bringing media attention and getting the river cleaned by this media. He said that his organization had won a 10 million dollar lawsuit against Georgia Power. He went on to say that his organization had produced a magazine, which was available on-line, but he did not say the name of the magazine. He made a great effort to empress upon Julia Clark his activist work, while at the same time belittling her, her work and the Occupations. At one point during a particularly strange conversation, Steve became insistent that the Occupations did not exist, explaining that he had searched for them after a main stream media sweep of regional Occupations and could not find them.
One of the first hints that things were fallacious , besides Julia’s GPS being hijacked, was occurred when she arrived. Steve asked her, “What kind of corruption are you against?” She thought little of it at the time and explaining the JCO’s stance on vice, such as marijuana. Steve gave the feeling to Julia that she was not welcomed, yet also saying he wanted to do interviews about his activism. Steve, finally allowed her into the camp. She had little choice, her internet and phones were behaving strangely to say the least, she needed to get her bearings, plus funds were running low.
Julia sets up camp and by now is beginning to realize how difficult the mobile office is to set up. She tries the phones, it says 3G, but there is no connection. Julia would later realize how strange that was.
After a 24 hour sleep, she realizes there is something very incredulous about Steve. It is at this time that all communications begin to cease, except for sporadic connections. Steve confronted Julia again that all was wrong with her and the Occupations during this confrontation, her favorite cup fell and broke when Steve pushed Greenbean. The broken cup came to be symbolic and was never touched by her or Greenbean while she packed to make her way to the distant town of Franklin, GA.
Steve had lead on that all of Franklin, which according to him was in a very small county of only 12,000 was against the Occupations. This was untrue. The everyone Julia met was supportive of the Occupy. All that she spoke with agreed, something strange was afoot at Brush Creek Park. With no paper map, Julia reached out to all the Occupants on her phone list. Mr. William Hong while in the middle of a very serious long-planned 99riser’s event, guided Julia to the closest town Carrollton, GA.
Julia camped until dawn in the Walmart parking lot, reflecting on the irony that she was now camping in an Walmart parking lot after the laughter of Occupy Macon. By now, she really realize how impractical the Mobile Office was as a camper.
She also decided, maybe the back-roads to Sacramento, California was not a good idea, even if it was only 10 hours more driving time. It seemed like such a good endeavor when in Jeffersonville, Georgia. However, clearly it was fought with honey traps or so it seemed to her at that moment.
Forging westward with a tank of gas and some fresh supplies, she was going to get as far as that would take her. She wanted to to get across Alabama without getting Alabama soil on her shoes. It was a symbolic gesture to broken alliances. Alliances from her past that proved to be ignoble.
She made it across the state-line with barely gas to spare. She made it to a small fish camp in a town so small it is not on the map. By this time she had come to realize that if she stated where she was at openly on her media assets that her internet would be interrupted. So announcing where she was and details was no longer an option. She was going to have to reformulate a new plan.
Wonderfully though strange that it was, she had a nice sign from nature by way of Canadian Geese in South Mississippi during June. It begins with an Occupant named Justin Stone-Diaz. Justin is known for just under the rim sabotage or subterfuge sabotage. He always has an apology ready at hand and a defensive just misunderstood excuse for his antics. This time Justin had created a picture for the Occupy National Gathering with Canadian Geese. No one pointed out the Canada connection and it had not registered with Julia either. She stood up for the picture because it fit well with her rural trek. When Julia saw the geese at the fish camp, she thought of the picture with pleasure. She snapped some photos and posted, “Occupants from the National Gathering saying good morning” Later she made cover art for the JCO youtube channel and other derivative pictures for others to use. Then Canadian Occupants noticed and wailed. Nevertheless, the Canadian Geese in South Mississippi was a nice gesture from nature.
Julia planned to stay at the fish camp for ten days. She needed the rest, had some serious restructuring work needing to be done, plus getting caught up on letters, posts and documents. It was here that she realized without a doubt The Rig was majorly over weight because she noticed the heel of her docksiders had melted. And it was not working as planned, she just could not set it up in a good fashion. She camped and began sorting through what she had brought. It was then she realized that glassware was heavy, impractical, and not at all practical or romantic. All the glassware had to be left behind. She would also decide leave behind the two end walls.
Setting up camp proved to be extra difficult. It had to be set two times. The first time a neighboring camper helped. The second time the whole camp assisted. The second time the camper had developed a strong lean. The lean was because one of the trailer tires had gone flat. Julia, the fish camp staff, and fellow campers tried to compensate the lean by jacking up one side of the camper. It didn’t work, so the tire was going to have to be changed. Fortunately, the tire was easily fixed. The next flat was not going to be as easy.
During the first days there her neighbor to the west thought it would be a good idea to allow her in heat chihuahua to pee in the Greenbean’s area and blame it on her neighbor’s dog to the East. Greenbean is a 90 pound primitive dog, who had just learned to lift his leg to pee two weeks earlier. The poor beast became love-sick from this bored woman’s taunting with her chihuahua. Greenbean became wildly rebellious, quit eating his food, and constant frothing.
Then the neighbor to the west came home with her dog.
The neighbor to the west dog was actually a male. That proved to be too much for Greenbean. Julia and Greenbean got into a vicious battle for power and control. Ultimately, Julia would win the battle because Greenbean would come to be castrated because of a begrimed woman’s provoking with a chihuahua.
It also was the time that Greenbean came to his own. While at the veterinarians Greenbean got his own fan club. The staff and doctors praised Greenbean’s good manors, robustness, and playfulness. The groomer delighted in Greenbean’s delicate lifting of his legs to be washed. The whole staff fawned pointedly asked to include photos of him on his quest westward.
In another act of kindness from the universe was on Julia’s birthday. Her sister called to wish her a happy birthday, but did not want to come visit. Sorely hurt by her real sister’s snub, fate put in Julia’s path a person with the same name as her sister and was also a redhead. Her sister had died the year earlier and her sister’s birthday was just two days off from Julia’s own birthday. This kissmet lady and her husband helped Julia, wash five loads of laundry, pack and reconstruct the camper to a possible suitable weight. True God sends they were to Julia, the JCO, and the SE caravan. They have promised to get the internet as soon as they can.
During all these mundane encounters, Julia engages people she encounters along the way. One such time was in a rural post office with the postmaster. Though postal personnel are not allowed to express their opinions while working, the post master took the opportunity and risk convey pertinent and concerning issues about the postal system. When any one would walk in the conversation would stop or change, then return back to the conversation when they left.
While at the fish camp Julia engaged and reached out to Occupy Jackson. Occupy Jackson looked to be a vibrant occupation at one point. However, Occupy Jackson tested to be simply a façade. The research reports and white paper about Occupy Jackson is available to subscribers.
The 4th of July was upon the South East Caravan. Jackson was no longer on the agenda, Julia forged westward.
Late at night on Interstate Twenty just East of a small town called Bovina the South East Caravan had a blow out on the camper. Julia was coming up on a tractor-trailer accident and thought she heard a train, the noise was not a train, but the rim on the camper tire. She realized the blow out just past the tractor-trailer accident. She thought maybe an axle had broken. She pulled over to look and saw the shredded tire and bare rim. Then looking up, Julia realized what an incredible dangerous spot to realize a blow out. The cruiser, the camper, Greenbean, and her were just past the accident where vehicles where either still looking back or breaking speed after the accident. The camper emergency lights were not as bright as needed to capture drivers attention after all the emergency vehicles lights. Dangerous was an understatement. The first order of action was to get Greenbean out of the cruiser and not get killed herself while doing it. She went back into the cabin of the cruiser and got a bright LED hand-held light, then went to the back of the camper and flicked the light to the right in attempt to bring attention to the on coming cars that there was another road hazard to contend with after the tractor-trailer wreck. When a break in the traffic occurred she ran forward leashed up Greenbean and got him out of the cruiser.
Now Greenbean and her were safer, but still in perils way. Julia tried to capture the attention of the the highway patrol officers that were manning the tractor-trailer accident, but her light was not bring enough to bring their attention to her and Greenbean. She was going to have to abandon the camper and cruiser, leaving it to its fate with its dim hazard lights.
Greenbean was doing well enough. It was going to be a risk hiking back with him, but he was safer with her than tied to the camper or cruiser. As they hiked back, baby shoes and woman’s high heals littering the side of the interstate added to the reminder of the danger and spooked Greenbean. Once to the site of the accident, the look of surprise on the patrol men’s face was a relief and a heighten reminder of the danger. They motioned for her to cross the traffic and get closer to the rigs for safety. Julia explained to them she had a blow out on the driver’s side. That the cruiser and camper was in an extraordinary dangerous spot. That there was no driving it to safety and she was scared to change the tire without coverage to prevent another accident. They were still in a bit of disbelief that a lone woman and her dog had wandered up from the interstate with dress billowing in the wind. Do they keep her there next to them, do they send her back to her vehicle, there was really no good choices. Julia made the decision to go back and protect the cruiser and rig as best she could with the small, but bright light she had. At least they now knew she was back there.
It was not long before the officers showed up on scene. They looked it over and took charge. Julia had been required to change a tire by a friend before she left. She knew she could do it and that the tools were at hand. However, it was a very dangerous location. While Julia was putting Greenbean back into her cruiser, Officer Johnson took to task of changing the tire, while Officer Watson held the light and watched traffic for errant vehicles that might crash us. Even with the flashing lights of the highway patrol cars. The whole scene was fraught with danger. Sheepishly, Julia asked, if they would get into trouble for going above and beyond duty in such manner and could she write to tell their chief how they have gone above and beyond duty. Julia wanted to take pictures. She knew take pictures or it did not happen. They said, they would not get into trouble. She snapped a few pictures, but not many because of the dangerous location. When it was said and done, they gave her their information. She could not find any of her cards. Julia was still quite scared and they all were still in a very dangerous location. They said, please send them each one to the address they gave they would very much like to have one.
Officer Johnson then took command again and said they would escort Julia to the next exit, that she was to check all her tires and to get a proper lug wrench immodestly. Julia agreed. She got herself into her driver’s seat, still a bit dazed from the danger pulled onto the highway with two highway patrol cars following.
When she reached the exit she took it and once parked looked around to wave to the officers. They were gone no where in sight. It was a busy holiday. Though Julia was an anomaly from their normal patrol, their was lots more for the officers to do before their shift was over.
Julia looked around to assess where she was. It looked to be a small, but good service station in a remote area. She checked every one of her tires, her oil, and the water. Everything needed attention. It was four in the morning before she could clear herself to sleep until dawn.
The next day she parked under a shade tree to figure out where she was and where to next. It was such a beautiful location she could have stayed there for days. It was a resort location, the people were great and lots of conversations about the Campaigns, Occupations, and the State of Affairs.
This brings us up to date. Julia is in an undisclosed location with limited internet. And this time, it is truly limited, unlike Brush Creek Park. There are no bars, only a circle with a line though it with the words, “Searching For SVC” She is presently making her way westward.
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i would appreciate if you can save that as a draft for the time being because you have to believe that i am not out to censor anyone or anything. that’s what my fight in life is against right now.I also have to get back to work. I will be in Macon in two days. My internet is so very throttled where I am at. I look forward to speaking with you. God willing, your spanking did not sting much. You are welcome to call, if you wish, though even the phone is throttled out here. Smart hone are not so smart when throttled. Juliaokay, i’ll write you later on your page. i’d appreciate it if you can take down that blog post for the time being as it isn’t my intent to cause that for those wishing to speak on that page. thanks, julia. mike
It was brought to the JCO’s attention that The Hall :
Does not allow public comments on their fund-raising page unless you pay them. Such action seems very similar to the very thing The Halls are trying to address. Doing such prevents legitimate issues from being brought to light to persons that are considering funding The Hall.
The JCO will not recommend The Hall until this very serious throttle on communications is addressed.
Occupy Savannah received this request from The Hall :
Hi! My name is Michael Hendricks and I am the Founder of The Hall. The Hall is an organization that I started after being inspired by the principle that money should be taken out of politics that many people express these days. I am writing you today to ask that you check out the video that I have up on my crowdfunding campaign at https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-hall/x/6208609#home.The Hall’s vision is to become the authoritative source of democracy in The United States of America. By using the power of technology, we will eradicate the influence of money in politics by allowing the users the ability to vote on all issues that their representatives will vote on and allow those representatives the opportunity to know exactly what the people think about each issue.The website content will give people the tools to discuss, debate, and ultimately vote on solutions and challenge those in power to make change. This brings true citizenship to your home computer.A long-term focus of the organization is on having people run for public office and use the platform to truly represent the people, giving the country a representative democracy with the influence of direct democracy.Every bill, statute or ordinance from any representative at any government level will be available to allow people to read a bill, discuss it, and vote on it. From the information garnered on the website, representatives will be able to understand their constituents views and hopefully act accordingly. The representative will then be able to truly vote on the will of the people.What I am asking today from you is for your help in getting the funds raised during this campaign to build the website by sharing the link to the crowdfunding page on your Facebook, Twitter, website, or any other webpages that you may have. We have a substantial goal to reach, but with all the contacts and positive support that we have built over the last two years, we feel that the goal is attainable.It can only be done though with your help because we are all in this together. If you have any questions, please contact me and I will get back to you as soon as possible with more information about this revolutionary means of giving the people of this country’s citizens the power of their opinion and vote back.Sincerely,Michael Hendricks The Hall
The very serious concern of people without internet access or throttled internet access was addressed in the responding letter.
Hello Michael Hendricks,
This is Julia Clark one of the founders of Occupy Savannah, Occupy Rammstein, the Culling Corruption Campaign, and the JCO. Occupy National Gathering – organizing committee. South East Caravan to the National Gathering – lead caravan. Occupant in Occupy Marines, Occupy the Senate, Occupy Georgia, Occupy the South East, among others. I was also on board Obama’s Rural team.
Presently, I am touring the rural areas for a temp check for The Occupations. I have sponsored the next 5 Blood Moons ( approx 2 years) to The Occupation. I do not have the bandwidth to watch your videos. Rural America represents 80% of the USA lands and 20 to 49% of the USA population depending on classification of rural.
As you can see the rural area and population of the USA is an important part of the USA fabric. One of the most challenging areas of rural USA is internet coverage. Much of the coverage in rural areas is substandard, monopolized, or relatively non-existent due to cost.
Though your concept in inventive and inspirational, how do you plan to address rural areas of the USA given that most people are not connected.
The seriousness of the state of rural internet needed to be brought to the forefront, thus the posting in the various locations provided by Michael Hendricks.
Throttling was further highlighted when Julia Clark went to post the letter on The Hall’s fund-raising page: