PROTESTS# 101-150 APRIL 22, 2013- AUGUST 07, 2013

PROTEST# 150 …I AGREE WITH YOU…DON’T GIVE IT UP…YOU ARE BRAVE…THESE WERE WORDS THAT I HEARD TODAY…

August 07, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave

Today I challenged the weather. The prognostic was showers and T-storms. I left home with all my clear plastics to protect my protest. I was lucky and I could end my seven hours without any rain. At noon time, I can feel the smell of food behind me or beside. The main type of food is pizza, many boxes I've seen entering the Tower.

Some bags of food are heated naturally; the guys who make deliveries just drop them on the hot pavement.

At the end of the day I heard a man saying in low voice: "I agree with you". He walked through the crowd but I recognized that he was an employee of Bank of America’s Tower. Although I do not speak much in my protests it is inevitable be ignored by the people passing by my side.

PROTEST# 149…JUST ANOTHER DAY…THE INSPIRATION CAME TO MY SIDE…

August 06, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave

Today the street was more congested than yesterday. Just see people reading my poster fills me with satisfaction. The names of my web pages are easy to memorize in both languages English and Spanish. The words KILLER AND SICARIO mean my whole story.

 Always when I face this miserable life I find inspiration in something that touches my soul, something that left me an impression. Today the shiny Tower had part of the sidewalk broken. I observed how fast it was repaired. I just thought: “My broken dreams are broken pieces that are intended to last.”

I would like to share part of a comment posted on Facebook from one of my followers: …I promised her I would speak up for her to get her story out and try to help. You can reach her at (Fantasma Hispano) I’m asking everyone on my Facebook to reach out lend a friendly hand maybe a donation if you r able to…

  

THE WORDS “THANK YOU” HARDLY SEEN ENOUGH, BUT THEY ARE COMING FROM MY HEART, A BROKEN HEART UPLIFTED BY PEOPLE KINDNESS.

PROTEST #148...TODAY MANY POLICE OFFICERS, PATROLS AND A DOG I FOUND IN FRONT OF THE BANK...

August 05, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave

I am so used to do my protest with the bank security and police officers around me that today I was not impressed by the high security. Officials looked at me but nobody asked me what I was doing. It is likely that they know that I am the ghost of Bank of America’s Tower. Today I started my protest by 9:00 am and ended at 4:00 pm. The day was quiet; the morning is not too busy. I met some people who were attracted by my story. They took pictures of me to promote it on their Facebook. A lady who works in politics gave me information about people who I should contact and share with them my story.

I feel grateful with the Constitution of the United States, amendment No.1 that grants Freedom of Speech. As long as I live, I will never forget that day when I raised my hand and took the oath to be American Citizen.  Regardless of this American Nightmare I feel privileged to have my citizenship.

  

FEARLESS MEANS YOU ARE READY TO FACE WHATEVER IS HEADED YOUR WAY.

PROTEST#147… 8 HOURS WENT FAST…NEW FOLLOWERS…LOT OF IMPRESSIONS…SUPPORT

August 02, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

Today my protest had a bright sun, after a rainy day.

At noon time two couples were captivated by my story. They were social workers in Canada. One of the men from the team was very annoying for the injustice that I went through. They were proud of me for having the strength to make it into a public view. They took pictures of me and also wanted a copy of my book.

Two young girls touched my heart. When they learned about my story, they showed me their solidarity to my protest. They tried to lift my heart with compassionate words; they saw me as the image of a mother devastated by the pain. They stayed with me for long time and promised to promote my story through their social pages and friends.

PROTEST# 146...A REGULAR CROWD DAY……ANXIOUS TO LET THE WORLD KNOW MY STORY…

July 31, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

One more day exposing this miserable life that Bank of America forced me to live.

Today my protest has no much action; just observing people passing by my side, some of them with their look had expressed me their support. Hear voices saying “God Bless you” and Good luck “lifted my broken heart or simply seeing a thumb up filled me with strength.

PROTEST# 145 ….THE TOWER HAD AN EVENT... PEOPLE WELL DRESSED WERE FACING ME...ELEGANCE WAS IN THE AIR.

July 30, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

Today was a special day for Bank of America’s Tower. Many well-dressed people gathered in the corner of the building. See both black and dark blue attires sometimes I thought that it was a funeral event.

I met the first customer of Bank of America. He was a Hispanic man who recently opened his accounts at the Tower’s office.  He was not sure if he made a good decision using the Bank.   I recommended him to keep his accounts in good condition to avoid charges. We were talking for a long time. People working in the tower are observing my protests. Today someone came to me to ask what bank of America had done. An old man took lot of pictures of me.

PROTOCOL IS ETIQUETTE WITH PEOPLE EXPENSE ACCOUNT.

PROTEST# 144 …THE CROWD MAKES MY DAY TOO SHORT…PICTURE DAY…MY GRIEVING DAY…

July 29, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

Today when I was in the train station near my house I heard two people complaining about charges of Bank of America. Suddenly one of them noticed that I was protesting against the bank. My posters are visible in my cart and we were seated next to each other.  They told me their problem and this made them feel better.

It is not easy to exit the station in Times Square. This area is very congested and difficult to walk through the crowd. Today when I looked back I saw a man trying to take photos of my poster. Arriving at the Bank a young woman asked me permission to take pictures. She said she was interested on my story.

An Italian man had expressed me his displeasure for Bank of America and asked me for a copy of my book.

PROTEST# 143 PLEASANT… GRATEFUL…NO INTIMIDATION BY THE POLICE OR SECURITY GUARD …MY WAY BACK HOME WAS AMAZING

July 26, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

Today was a sunny Friday. The streets were crowded. My big poster was easy to read and see it. The tourists loved to take pictures to the Empire State Building that was behind me. They could not ignore I was sitting in front to them

Around 3:00 pm one of the police officers which were part of the security team of the Tower had approached to me to read my poster. He asked me if I had written a book. We started a conversation in Spanish. I explained the entire issue with the bank. 

I didn't know I was one block away from Times Square, where I could take the train # 2 that leaves me near to the Tower. For three days I walked from the East side of the City Lexington Ave to 6th Ave. I felt very grateful with the officer that I have provided such good information.

My protest ended at 7:00 pm. At this time there were still many people on the streets.  On the way home I found art dealers placing their tables. The Office of Bank of America seemed a glass box lighted with red and blue colors. I was amazed by the red. I felt looking the flames of a very sophisticated hell. Memories of my children's childhood took possession of my mind when I saw a street with children fun characters.

NONE WHO HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FREE CAN UNDERSTAND THE HOPE OF FREEDOM TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT FREE.

PROTEST# 142...THE WORLD IS GETTING TO KNOW MY STORY…LOT OF PEOPLE IS VIEWING MY PAGES.

July 25, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

My new poster is attracting the attention of New York City visitors as well as business people. I have changed my cap for a hat to give a new look to my ghost. Today was a rainy day, cloudy, cold and windy. These factors did not prevent me to make my protest. An umbrella, a poncho and a plastic cover allowed me to continue in front of the great Bank of America’s Tower.

I was surprised by a young woman who works in the tower. She came to me to read the poster that hangs from my body. She was very motivated by my story.  Later on, she brought me a cup of lentil soup. Her generosity touched my heart.  At the end of the day a Spanish man who delivers food orders to the Tower’s employees had given a bit of humor to my protest.  We were talking about the time that he has to wait for people pick up their meal orders. Suddenly, his client showed up, this was a young handsome man projecting a professional image. When the food was delivered I heard the Spanish guy saying:  “Fifty cents is all the tipping that this CARECHIMBA has given me.” Carechimba is a provocative word used by Colombian people. His remark made me laugh.

PROTEST# 141 CORPORATE BUILDING…STRIKING… LUXURIOUS …MANY TOURIST AND BUSINESS PEOPLE…

July 24, 2013

Bank of America Tower at One Bryant Park Sixth Ave (Avenue of the Americas)

Following the suggestions of some managers of the Bank, the police, and several people sympathetic with my protests today, I decided to go to Bank of America Tower. The area was impressive. Bank of America Tower is the second tallest building in New York after the Empire State Building and the fifth tallest building in US. In June 2010, the tower was the Best Tall Building Americas award. When I started my protest the security guard immediately called the police. Three officers were inside the Bank talking to an Executive that I assumed it was a corporate representative. The first couple hours I was closely monitored by a police officer and  security guard. They didn't say anything to me.

My protest caught the attention of many employees and passers-by. I sat down at the exit of 42nd Street train station; also I was close to a bus stop. I observed the security guard does not allow people to deliver food orders near the building. They must be waiting at the end of the sidewalk. I kept a distance about 50 feet from the building

Although the day was quiet I felt very uncomfortable. I am recovering from a foot problem that made me stay in the hospital the weekend. I had to sit most of the time to relieve the pain in my swollen foot.

PROTEST# 140…BEING A PACIFIC PERSON DOESN’T MEAN BEING STUPID… THE BANKING KITCHEN

June 25, 2013

Harlem East 157 E. 125th St. 3^rd Ave New York

  

Today I felt like a poisonous dish cooking in front of public's eyes.  This office of Bank of America played the role of a kitchen with a chef watching me constantly.

The security guard was not standing near to the bank, he went to the next business store just to be in front of me, line up with my protest. This strategy allowed him to hear what I say when people approaching me. He made a good role of reporter and ears to the chef of the bank. To avoid the sun in his face, he moved next to me, two or three feet away from my area of protest. He was escorting me all the time and I had to hear his conversations.

TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS AND VISITORS OF MY WEB PAGES:

BECAUSE I MUST TAKE OF SOME PRESSING BUSINESS OVER THE NEXT COUPLE WEEKS I WILL BE AWAY FROM PROTESTING. UNFORTUNATELY, I WILL BE BACK TO THIS MISERABLE LIFE THAT BANK OF AMERICA FORCED ME TO LIVE.

PROTEST# 139 …9 LONG HOURS UNDER HIGH TEMPERATURES… SOMEONE GENEROUS TOUCHED MY HEART...

June 24, 2013

 Harlem East 157 E. 125th St. 3^rd Ave New York

I started my protest early in fear of raining in the afternoon but it did not happen. The day was very hot with temperatures above 90 grades. I met a bighearted man that cared about me all the time. He had provided me an umbrella to protect myself from the sun; also he brought me a bottle of cold water. I was very grateful to this English speaking person.

At the end of the day I saw a young man timidly observing my posters but he did not approach to me. When I finished my protest and went to the train station suddenly I saw him again walking by my side. He asked me what Bank of America had done to me. Before telling my story, he said that is currently working for Bank of America but he wasn't happy with the way the Bank treats their employees. He had applied for employment in another bank institution and is expecting to be called.

PROTEST# 138…EXPLORING THE EAST SIDE…SPECIAL THANK YOU TO PUERTO RICAN COMMUNITY, THEIR SUPPORT LIFTS MY HEART.

June 22, 2013

Harlem East 157 E. 125th St. 3^rd Ave New York

Today I went to the East side of New York City. I started to protest by the opposite area where I was yesterday. The East Harlem is less congestion and more Spanish community. When I got to the Bank, the security guard was standing at the door. I introduced myself to him. He responded to me in a polite way. I explained the reason for my protest. He said he would report it to the bank immediately.

Two employees from the bank came outside and looked my posters. They had a meeting with the security guard; possibly they asked the guard not have any communication with me.  I was peaceful; no one from the bank or security guard disturbed me. They had respected my protest. The street was not crowed, few costumers from the bank talked to me.

I met a Lady of Puerto Rico, customer of the bank who was very upset when she heard my story. She decided to go inside the bank and ask what happened to me. The bank's employees responded to her that they do not know me and what I was doing outside. The customer not convinced with the bank statement promised me to investigate my story and then she would inform the bank the results.

I am very grateful to the people of Puerto Rico for their support to my protests. God bless you for being so compassionate with my story.

PROTEST# 137…LOT OF ACTION…OVERWHELMING… SECURITY GUARD, POLICE, CROWD, VENDORS, ALL BY MY SIDE!

June 21, 2013

Harlem West 215 W. 125th St New York City

Today I followed one of my visitors from previous protest that had invited me to know this office of Bank of America. Immediately, when I got out of the train station I noticed that this was a huge commercial area with well-known businesses. The streets left me overwhelmed; they looked like rivers of people flowing into different directions.

The Bank of America’s office was located in the middle of the block. In the corner there was another banking institution followed by three well-known businesses. Facing the bank were street vendors who had tables on the sidewalk. I had to organize my protest at the end of the last vendor, diagonal to the door of the bank, facing a homeless shelter and by the sidewalk of the next business.

When I was attending my first visitor of the day, the security guard approached to us.  He looked very friendly; he was reading my poster with a big smile in his face. I expressed to him my intentions to do a peaceful protest against the bank. He said that it was fine; he won’t call the police on me. In a funny way he told us not to worry because neither he likes Bank of America. His sociable and honest attitude made me feel a little comfortable.

Later on, a police officer approached to me to ask the reason for my protest. His attitude was friendly and we spoke in Spanish. He was very attentive while telling my story. He asked me for my tax ID.  When I was pulling out the card, suddenly a woman who was passing by us started complaining against the police. She claims the officer got into her way. She continues walking and talking about the incident. Immediately the police chased her to confront her complaint.

Minutes later the officer came back to me and finally I could show him my tax ID. He warned me that I could only sell my books and not another type of goods. This officer gave me the same recommendations that other people have said to me and is to go to the headquarters of Bank of America and protest there.

The security guard did not give much attention to my protest. We couldn't see each other; the crowd had blocked our sight. Suddenly I found out the American author I met in one of my past protests. We were very excited to meet us again. She showed me her blog with the comment she made about me. We were amazed that we could find each other between the multitudes.

An elderly woman also impressed me greatly when she came very close to read the poster that covers my body. Her patience and time she spent touched my heart that I asked permission to take a picture. An hour later I was surprised when I saw her coming out from the Bank. This time we could not talk because she was rushing to take a bus.

PROTEST# 136…IT WAS QUIET... SOMEONE FROM A NEIGHBORING BANK MADE ME AN OFFER

June 20, 2013

Lenox Gardens   106 West 117th Street

Today my protest was peaceful. Most of the Hispanics that I met recommended me to go to the East side of Manhattan where there is a majority of Latinos; they had given me addresses of offices where Bank of America is located.  Also the woman who sells newspapers next to the train station suggested me that I should go to the East of the city.  She had commented her co-worker sells the Spanish newspapers very fast.

Around 4:30 pm a well-dressed man passed by my side saying repeatedly: “come to the Wells Fargo Bank here we treat you well. “I was surprised by the persistence of his offer. I had doubts if he knew the reason for my protest but I guess he thought that it was matters related to the service of the Bank of America. Finally he said I was doing a good job. I am very grateful to the African American community for their support to my protests.  They also have sympathized with my petition’s request.

PROTEST# 135…SECURITY GUARD BY MY SIDE…FINALLY A PROFESSIONAL ONE…A BIG COINCIDENCE…

June 19, 2013

Lenox Gardens   106 West 117th Street

When I started my protest, I noticed that an employee of the bank, perhaps the Manager was trying to read my posters through the wall of glass. An hour later a security guard was standing by the door, facing me. Although during the first two days of being at this office I was free of any sabotage always I am prepared to defend myself from the intimidation of the security guards. 

One of the first people that came to me was a man from New Jersey. In my poster, I inform that my case took place in New Jersey’s court. The first question asked by this man was the name of the branch where I was abused. The coincidence was big when he told me that his unpleasant experience took place in the same office of Ridgewood. He was racial discriminated by the management when he had applied for a loan. He made a lawsuit against the bank. I believed his story by the points of reference he had given to me.

PROTEST# 134… QUIET UNTIL WHEN IT BEGAN TO RAIN... GETTING ATTENTION FROM PEOPLE DIFFERENT NATIONALITIES…

June 18, 2013

Lenox Gardens   106 West 117th Street New York

This office where I'm protesting is very interesting and busy. I have the opportunity to meet many people from different countries and cultures. My protest has attracted the attention of many customers of Bank of America. They cannot ignore that I am sitting by the corner of the bank. The Bank is located in a short street where there is only one more business. At the end the train station is. Beside the sidewalk has a roof where people can be protected from the Sun and rain. Today when it started to rain I was there for a while.

Today I was amazed by a woman who was inside the bank trying to read my posters. Suddenly she came out to me very upset.  For a moment I thought that she was an employee from the bank who was offended by my protest. In a loud voice she complained about the bank.  When she asked me for one of my flyers said: I hate this bank not only abuse their customers but also their employees.  I'm sorry they played dirty to you. I was speechless by her attitude.

Later on, I met another former employee of Bank of America. She was also forced to quit the bank after her maternity leave, when she finished telling me her story she promised to sign my petition.

PROTEST# 133 …NEW PLACE, NEW PEOPLE…NO SECURITY GUARD STARING AT ME

June 17, 2013

Lenox Gardens   106 West 117th Street

Finally I have a day of protest without a guard intimidating and sabotaging me.  This office of Bank of America has been one of the easier-to-reach places. Only two trains took me to the station which it was half block away from the corner of the bank. This was another building that caught my attention.  Its construction is similar to the previous building with the difference that the walls had written the letter V. It came to my mind that V could stand for VICTORY OR VILLAIN.

Across the street from Bank of America there were two more banking institutions. I met customers from both banks. A lady customer of Bank of America was very interested in my story.  She took pictures of me to upload it into her web pages. Some bank employees had observed me from inside the bank but no one said something. Another lady asked me for flyers to distribute to a group of Spanish people working for politician.

PROTEST# 132…A STRANGE VISITOR RESTED ON MY POSTER…PEACE DURING MY PROTEST….NO HARASS

June 15, 2013

Central Park, Fifth Ave and 59 St New York

I had a quiet afternoon at Central Park. I made my protest along with a band that played classical music. It was surrounded by enormous sculptures that attracted the public. All were historical characters. Most of the people knew about Bank of America, some of them believed my story without seeing proof.

The last hour in the Park I was surprised by a beautiful butterfly that  posed on my poster and moved through my costume. This caught the attention of the walkers.  The person who took my photos was very cautious to not scare the butterfly, but it seemed fascinated with me. I enjoyed the time I could see the wings opening and closing.

PROTEST# 131… PEOPLE SUGGESTIONS:  

www.care2.com/petitions  http://my.care2.com/ps_192584444

June 15, 2013

Broadway & 107 St New York -VOLCANO 3-

Today Saturday I started to follow the recommendations that I have repeatedly received from people who support my protest. I created a petition on the web to promote my story and get support online. For people who visit me I made some sheets of paper, traditional style. It contains spaces for name, email address, phone number and a brief message as proof of its legitimacy.

I was amazed with the first three people who signed my petition. The first one was a lady who showed much interest signing the petition; she gave me some tips to attract people and ask for support. The second person was an old man over 90 years. My protest caught his attention and asked me to tell him my story. His interest in listening was interrupted several times by the person accompanying him. She hurried him to leave me because they were going to a medical appointment. The old man just wrote his name but could not remember his phone number. He never had used a computer.

The third person was a professor at a University. He took pictures of me and made a video. We had a brief interview. His speech had touched my heart. He used a very poignant language to express his consideration to all human beings struggling for justice. He admired my strength and courage to stand before the bank seeking to be heard.

When I arrived to the bank the security guard “My protest protagonist” noticed the paper showing my petition. Immediately he sent his text message and went inside the bank. Today he spent much socializing with a friend than sending text messages. To remember his neglected and poor work, I left my camera recording a last videotape.

To complete a full day of protesting I went to the Central Park.

PROTEST# 130… BEATING MY MEDICAL CONDITIONS…THE SECURITY GUARD BECAME MY PROTAGONIST

June 12, 2013

Broadway & 107 St New York -VOLCANO 3- http://youtu.be/t6DspAA7iDI

I'm glad that Mother Nature finally gave us a shiny day, although it was windy it is better than rainy.  In fear of more rain for the next few days and the weather forecasts are correct I did my best to make this protest. I don't feel well; my throat hurts me very much and had a little temperature. My commitment to go to the place that I named as VOLCANO 3 challenged my day.

Although the day was very uncomfortable because of my medical condition, I could not ignore the ridiculous attitude of security guard. I have produced to him an extra work of being spy. He became for me the protagonist of my protest. It seemed incredible to me see him away from the bank and talking to people in the street rather than watch the two doors that the bank has. I took   more pictures. Today he spent much time in his cell, this gave me the opportunity to record a video that shows how the bank cares more to sabotage my protest that have adequate security.

 http://youtu.be/t6DspAA7iDI

PROTEST # 129 MY HEART WAS TOUCHED BY THE CHARM OF PUERTO RICAN’S PARADE…AMAZED DAY

June 09, 2013

Fifth Avenue 48 St New York NY

An hour before the start of the Puerto Rican parade I was sitting by the corner of Bank of America. This was the first time that I was close to the wall of the building and the door behind me. My protest was decorated by flags of Puerto Rican, animated by music, seduced by the culture and the joy of these people. This was an emotional day for me. I joined a group of young people, located by the corner of the Bank. They took pictures of me for their social pages, they wanted with me as well as many others. A puppy that was beside me touched my heart. For a moment the memory of my faithful friend who is gone forever assaulted my mind. I met two young former employees of Bank of America; both were fired by the bank. One of them said that she worked for two years but she did not get well with a co-worker and the bank took the side of another who had more seniority. Some people raised their thumb up to express their support for my protest.

A STORY IS TOLD AS MUCH BY SILENCE AS BY SPEECH.

PROTEST# 128…A NEW WAY OF SABOTAGE…A SPY BY MY SIDE TO FOOLISH ME...FIRE TO MY VOLCANO#3

June 06, 2013

Broadway & 107 St New York

Yesterday I thought it was a strange coincidence that the security guard of Bank of America was sending messages when people approached me. Today I found out that he did was reporting the moves of my protest. He becomes my spy. When he saw me settling my protest immediately pulled out his cell phone to send his first text announcing my arrival.

During the first hours many people approached to me inspired by my story.  Whenever someone new came to me the guard sent a text. One of my visitors that also had observed him said to me:  look! That man makes easy money being on the phone. I replied:  he gets pay for being my spy.

This action of the security guard had distracted the performance of my protest.

As evidence of this testimony I came up with the idea of taking photos whenever he sent texts but they were so frequent and short intervals of time that it was overwhelming. In addition I was in fear that my camera runs out of battery. I just couldn't believe the bank’s security gives such poor image.

I feel that this intimidation makes no sense. My protests are honest and transparent, in my blogs I write down what happens in each one of them. I do not lie or hide anything; I am leaving my life in each one and my great desire to let the world know my story.  I always try to be professional in my presentation and the way I conduct my protests. Every person who visits me is very important and I always answer any question honestly. Although the Bank forced me to live miserable I never speak badly about operations or services. I am always attentive to those who support me. My day passes with only a bottle of water.

THE ONES WHO HATE ME THE MOST ARE THE ONES WHO DON’T SCARE ME

PROTEST# 127…A QUIET DAY…ANOTHER WEIRD COINCIDENCE…ART IS ABOUT SHARING.

June 05, 2013

Broadway & 107 St New York

Today upon arriving at Bank of America I found   out a new security guard. He had ignored me completely and I did the same thing.  Something that caught my attention was his excessive use of his cell phone to send text messages. This might be a strange coincidence, but when someone had approached to me or read my posters, he pulled out the phone from his shirt to send a text.  He gave me the impression that he was reporting all the movements of my protest or using his work time to socializing.  What he was doing in public gave a negative image to its work of providing security. One of my visitors also had noticed his tireless texting and made a comment to me.

I was touched by someone who had gone through my side many times. I had seen this person since I started protesting at this place. This man was trying to get people’s attention to offer his talent of drawing sketched pictures. He tried to sell his talent for any price people could afford to pay him. He was my inspiration of perseverance and I wanted to share one of my book sales.  He drew my portrait for $10.00. I made his day and he filled me with satisfaction seeing his hands flying over a cardboard. 

WHAT AN ARTIST IS TRYING TO DO FOR PEOPLE IS BRING THEM NEAR TO SOMETHING AND SHARE WHAT HE LOVES.

PROTEST# 126 …A SECURITY GUARD WAS TOUCHED BY MY STORY … I WAS FASCINATED BY THE SHAPE OF THE BANK’S BUILDING

June 04, 2013

Broadway & 107 St New York

On my way to Bank of America I found in the streets people selling books. Close to the corner where I will do my protest was one of them. I went there to introduce myself to the seller. On my way back the security guard came to me. He asked what I was doing by the bank. I explained to him I was going to conduct a peaceful protest against the bank. The guard was friendly to me saying he did not see any problem on that but warned me that I cannot enter the bank.

Minutes later the security guard returned to me. He was curious to know what the bank did wrong to me. I told him my story and he listened very carefully.  He told me that the bank had asked him to call the police on me but he replied that I was in a public area and had the right to remain there.  The day was cold and windy.  The temperature was 66 degrees. He asked me if I was cold, I said it is fine to me. He reminded me one more time that make sure I won't enter to the bank. He feels cold and decided to stay inside the bank. This brief conversation with him made me feel a warm welcome to this new place.

MY FOLLOWERS ARE LIKE STARS I DON’T SEE THEM MUCH BUT I KNOW THEY ARE SUPPORTING ME.

PROTEST# 125… CENTRAL PARK COLUMBUS CIRCLE…LESS STRESS…LOT OF PEOPLE…THUMBS UP…

June 01, 2013

Central Park, Columbus Circle 59 Street New York

Saturday is only have day for business at bank of America. At 2:00pm I finished my protest in front of the bank. I decided to do the other half of the day at Central Park, it is walking distance and the day was nice.

The majority of vendors that work in the park were Hispanic, they sympathized with my protest. Some people who passed by me side just raised their thumb up as a sign of support. Most of them were fascinated by the way I present my protest. They said I am very creative. I made new signs that fit the size of the cart, one of them giving details of my book.

PROTEST# 124 …MY OWN RESEARCH ABOUT THE MILITARY HOMELESS…AND OTHER PEOPLE ON THE STREET

June 01, 2013

Lincoln Center 1886 Broadway 62 W

Saturday was a busy day for the bank.  Many people had observed my protest. I was surprised by a young man who came to me to complain about the services of Bank of America. He told me he was going to close his account because he doesn’t agree with the bank polices. He was very upset with the Bank.

The lady author who I met yesterday came to see me again.  She wanted a picture of both of us to put in her blog.  She was concerned about how my life was destroyed by Bank of America.  Her generosity had touched my heart, I felt very grateful to see her again. She made my day.

PROTEST# 123…BROKEN HEART…SADNESS… MANY HOMELESS ON MY WAY...

May 31, 2013

Lincoln Center 1886 Broadway 62 W

Today when I came to Broadway and Columbus Circle, I met a beautiful woman sleeping in the street with a sign that said: "I am a veteran of the Army and I am homeless".  This impacted my day; I could not believe that a person who had defended the freedom and democracy of this great country is a homeless person. This broke my heart

I was impressed by the security guards from Lincoln square, they greeted me with respect. They looked very professional wearing their uniforms. One of them gave me a map if I have to go to any place in the area. No one from the bank sabotaged my protest and this made me feel a little better

PROTEST# 122 …TOUCHING… I  HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SPEAK TO A CURRENT AND FORMER BANK OF AMERICA’S EMPLOYEE

May 30, 2013

Lincoln Center 1886 Broadway 62 W

Yesterday I followed the weather news and I stay at home in fear of raining. It was a nice day and I missed a day of protesting. Today upon my arrival to the bank I saw an employee stacking a bank’s table located by the ATM machine. This young woman was in shock looking at me. Immediately, she went inside the bank and came up with another coworker, and then two more employees followed them. The four employees started staring at me.

The employee could not hide  her intentions to ask who I was and why I was in front of the Bank. She looked afraid to talk to me. To break the ice I told her that I was a bank employee victim of a manager’s power. I handle  out one of my  flyers and she shared with the others employees that were waiting for her. The entire day I was observed by a bank’s employee but without having any intention of intimidation or harass. No security guard was in duty. I did my best to end the 8 hours of protest. My eyes became irritated due to the pollen that was in the air. It was a warm day, but I rather have the sun burning my skin than have the cold cracking my bones.

PROTEST# 121…UNDER THE RAINING…MY COSTUME BECAME A MESS…PEOPLE WATCHED ME WITH COMPASSION…

May 28, 2013

Lincoln Center 1886 Broadway 62 W

Today I went to an office of Bank of America at Columbus Circle. I organized my protest beside to a fruit stand. I introduced myself to the seller as a peaceful person that would conduct a protest against the bank. I met a Spanish speaking man. He was captivated by my story. Later on, he had surprised me with a cup of coffee and a donuts. Around 11:45am a security guard came to the bank and from inside he made a phone call but then he left the bank. Some employees also had seen me standing outside.

The rain seemed not stopping, it fell heavily and I decided to end my protest. Being soaked alone is cold, it feels very nasty.

PROTEST # 120…MEMORIAL DAY AT CENTRAL PARK IN NEW YORK… RETAKING MY OLD WHITE COSTUME…MY REAL GHOST

May 27, 2013

Central Park, Columbus Circle 59 Street New York

The raining days made me to stay at home for several days. I could not do my protests but I could share more time with my military son who already returned to his base in Japan. Today is Memorial Day, the trains were running out of regular schedule but I decided to continue my protests regardless the inconvenience of making transfers. My wish to go to the Central Park in New York came true. It was a beautiful day and the park was very crowded. I met Spanish and English speaking people. A young man was happy taking my pictures. I sat down at the entrance of Columbus Circle facing a busy intersections and train station.

PROTEST# 119…A QUIET SATURDAY… HEARING SOME STORIES MADE ME SAD…A DOG WAS FURIOUS AT ME

May 18, 2013

Bank of America 81 Street and Broadway Manhattan

Today was a quiet Saturday. The street walkers were most families with kids. At noon time two girls, ten years old stopped by me to read my poster. These English speaking kids were impressed as they were reading my story in loud voice. They just say “I am sorry for that happened to you.” They touched my heart.

Suddenly I was scared by a dog passing by my side. This medium size dog went crazy barking in front of me.   I could not move because it made him angrier. I never had this kind of experience; all dogs that have passed by my side have been affectionate.

The rain began to fall around the time that the Bank closes to the public. On my way to the train, I saw a young homeless with a companion dog. The dog looked at me with sadness and this broke my heart. I left them a bottle of water.

PROTEST# 118… THE POLICE BY MY SIDE…A BANK EMPLOYEE BY MY SIDE…A WEIRD COINCIDENCE

May 17, 2013

Bank of America 81 Street and Broadway Manhattan

I was dressing up for my protest when a young lady approached to me saying that she would like to know the problem I had with Bank of America. The interview was approximately 15 minutes. She was very interested listening to my story. She didn't  identify herself but I thought she might be a bank employee. Finally she said "Good luck". I was not sure if my conversation was recorded by his cell phone since the camera was directly toward me. In fact, she was an employee of Bank of America.

Later, a police car was parked behind me. Two officers were in.  One of them asked me repeatedly”

"Why you are standing". His voice sounded a bit intimidating. The only thing that happened through my mind was that I wasn't allowed to be in front of the Bank and I should walk from one side to another. The other police said that he had read my poster indicating that the Bank would not let me sit and he wanted to know why I was standing if I was not working, then he asked if I had taken the medication. I thought that he was referring to my knee pain but in a sarcastic way he told me that for the brain. The other officer suggested me to give up my protests because the bank didn't care about me. I responded I have a chair to seat when I need it to. When I went back to my place I noticed that the manager was watching me  through the crystals. I really didn't know if the police visit had some relationship with the Bank Manager.

PROTEST# 117 …ANOTHER PICTURE DAY…ANOTHER QUIET TIME…FINALLY I HAVE SOME PEACE TO DO MY PROTESTS.

May 16, 2013

Bank of America 81 Street and Broadway Manhattan

Today I started my protest early; I wanted to get home in the afternoon to share with my military son who soon will go back to Japan. I ended up protesting at 3:00 pm. The day was hot and sunny.

The first person that came to me was a Hispanic man.  He was very moved with my protest. The first thing he said to me was about his relationship with Bank of America. He was a client with personal and business accounts. My response was to keep his accounts; my protest had no relation to the services or products of the Bank. I explained t to him my problem had been against the management that forced me to leave my job.

Minutes later, an English-speaking man came to me with a professional camera to take pictures. I showed him my new poster containing photos of previous protests; when he saw a Senator from New Jersey, he asked me if he did help me. I just replied without thinking “He is a politician". My silly answer made us smile.

PROTEST# 116 ...THE BANK COULD BE COMPASSIONATE…CURIOUS … FUNNY... NO SECURITY GUARD INTIMIDATION

May 15, 2013

Bank of America 81 Street and Broadway Manhattan

Today I went to a new place. I stand up next to a food vendor. The person who attended was a friendly Hispanic man. I introduced myself as a person who would be carrying out a peaceful protest. He told me that the employees from the bank are good people and some of them were his clients. He also said the security guard most of time is inside the bank. This made my day.

The first person that came to me was a young Hispanic woman carrying a cup of coffee. When she started to read my posters I gave her flyer, she looked excited to receive it.  When she went inside the bank I noticed she was an employee. Minutes later other employees watched me through dark glasses. One of them had a camera to take photos. At that moment I raised my hand and greeted her as a sign of welcome. Perhaps I believe the picture did not comes well because the reflection of the flash against the crystals. The employees were observing me in a pleasant attitude. I feel touched by them.

COMMITMENT MOVES US INTO ACTION AND DISCIPLINE THAT ALLOWS US TO ACCOMPLISH A GOAL.

PROTEST# 115 MY INNER THOUGHTS WERE EXALTED …HALF DAY WITH MY MIND INSIDE MY HEART….

May 13, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan VOLCANO #2

Today I only protested half a day. I was very excited, thinking about the moment I would meet my military son coming from Japan. I needed to see him, to feel his strength and support to this miserable life I'm living. I feel my protest like a job at the bank. I always come ready to start my day. My costume is like a uniform that I tried to wear it completely.  Today I received complements from people already had been seen me in front of the Bank and they suggested not give up!

PROTEST# 114 … 7 LONG HOURS OF NAUSEA…I WAS FACING UNPROFESSIONAL, IGNORANT, UNPLEASANT SECURITY GUARD

May 10, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan VOLCANO #2

After two days of heavy raining I was anxious to do my protests even going to this place I called Volcano 2. The first two days of the week I did not have any problems with the security guard. He acted in a professional way. From the middle of the week Bank of America at this location has the most unpleasant and unprofessional security guard.  Today he did not harass me with his cell phone but he did with the security device. He pays more attention to the people approaching to me than to the bank door.

My friend T.D. came twice just to check on me and make sure this security guard won’t threaten people that want pictures of me. To give a touch of creativity to my protests I made a new poster with pictures related to my favorite song “ Una Paloma Blanca” the White Dove” some phrases are my inspiration…Una paloma blanca…I'm just a bird in the sky…Over the mountains I fly

No one can take my freedom away…once I had my share of losing

Once they locked me on a chain…Yes, they tried to break my power

Oh, I still can feel the pain

PROTEST# 113…THE GENEROSITY OF MY FRIEND TURNED OUT INTO A SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY… THE POLICE STOPPED BY US

May 07, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan VOLCANO #2

This was another day protesting in front of the place I called Volcano# 2.

My Irish friend T.D. which his initials, remind me the name of the bank of my last employment ruined by the lawyers of Bank of America, came up for couple hours to support my protest. T. Decoteau had helped me to release all my fear by being a true fate of terror.

Around 12:30pm a man driving a mini-van stopped by the corner of the bank to ask me what I was doing. I gave him a flyer with my information. My friend T.D. wanted to show him an art picture which it has a great meaning for him. They spent about 10 minutes talking about his support to my protests and the art he is promoting.

Later on, a police came to us to talk to my friend. They were wondered what he was doing with the driver of the mini-van. My friend in a calm and friendly manner explained the truth. He was just helping me and the same promoting art. When I noticed the officers were not convinced about his statement and asked him for identification I went to the car and handle out a flyer to them.  This was the first time the officers had read my flyers. They showed sympathy for my story and it made my day. Finally the meeting ended satisfactory and my friend continued supporting me. I was so proud of him. The truth speaks for us.

PROTEST# 112…FINALLY I GOT A LITTLE PEACE OF MIND…MY PROTECTOR BROUGHT HIS ART TO UNITY WITH MY PROTEST

May 06, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan VOLCANO #2

Today I was surprised when I found my Irish friend in the corner of Bank of America. He brought a table and material containing works of art. His purpose was to keep me company and support my protest. He wanted to make sure that today I would be not harassed by the security guard as always does when I start my protest. My friend wanted to draw the attention of the people, this way he can tell my story and ask for their support.

POST # 111 MY GHOST… MY COSTUME… MY POSTERS:

MY GHOST: I created this character when I realized that all the channels to return to Bank of America were closed to me. I felt dead, miserable, hopeless, devastated, sad, alone, etc. At the same time, I wanted to be alive to tell the world my story. The only thing that came up to my mind was to feel the living and the dead in a visible form .and at that  time my mind was trapped by the image of a ghost.

MY COSTUME: I originally chose a dress as a white Ghost with his mask. I attached parts of the letter I sent to the manager who ruined my life. It was difficult to wear the dress because of the attached papers.

The costume was not fully white; I printed the letters on red and blue colors. Despite of this Bank of America called the police saying I was a member of the Ku Klux Klan that threatened them. The police asked me to change the costume and use black color.

The bank still called the police believing I was a terrorist. As the color depressed me much I used white sleeves with colorful ribbons.

MY POSTERS: I wanted to show the world proof of my nightmare. My first poster was decorated with photos, letters and recognitions.  On one side I had the story written in English on the other in Spanish. I also had a small sign indicating the number of the protest. This poster was heavy and uncomfortable to hold. I made one small and people told me it can’t be seen from afar away. I attached two posters, one with the picture of the death and the other telling the story. I considered it was not professional for the area where I am protesting so I decided to change it. In addition the poster I made easy gets ruined by rain. I used donations money to pay for a professional one, it is water proof.

PROTEST # 110 …SATURDAY... 3HOURS 15 MINUTES OF A LIVING HARRASSING…BANK OF AMERICA HAS PUT MY GHOST TO A FIERY VOLCANO

May 04, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan VOLCANO #2

Today I came to the bank before the door is opened to the public. At 10:00 am an employee let people get in. Minutes later the security guard came out to make the threatening call that turned him into a habit.  As an immature person something new came up. With the phone in one hand, playing with his keys he was showing me a security device. I used this tool when I opened the bank. It was clear that this man wanted to call my attention with the purpose to distract me and sabotage my protest.

The Bank open four hours on Saturday. My time of intimidation only took 3 hours and 15 minutes.  The reason for this break was because the security guard spent 10 minutes in Dunkin' Donuts buying a frozen drink and 35 minutes entertained while consuming it.

This spiteful situation lived during this week has changed the directions of my protests. Now this office will be my fiery volcano where my ghost will be part of the bank team work. I won’t go to another office until I can feel peace on my protests. 

MY COURAGE ALWAYS RISES AT EVERY ATTEMPT SOMEONE INTIMIDATE ME.

PROTEST# 109…DISGUSTING…HUMILIATING...AN ARMED MAN HARASSING AN UNARMED WOMAN…FIGHT…HEATED ARGUE

May 03, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan

The first hour of this protest happened to be in a position of attack. As soon I came to Bank of America the Security Guard took his cell phone to intimidate me with a long call. He tried to be close to me while he was talking and stare at me.  His job to secure the bank had become an obsession to intimidate me. He felt powerful because from his waist was hanging down a weapon while from mine just a bottle of water. I stood in front of him waiting for what might happen with his call.

I respect the rules of the protests; I don’t pass the distance that I should stay with the bank building. It is unfair that this man can be close to me to harass the people that just want a picture of me. I have never called a customer of the bank to tell my story, when they come to me I always say that my problem was with a bank manager not against the services or products of the bank. I never say anything related to the bank operations since for a long time it was part of my life and have worked with loyalty.

Later, a young Irish man was inspired by my protest. His wife is Hispanic and his sister a New York police officer.  He also wished photos taking the Bank as background. He crossed the line permitted to me and approached to the Bank. Immediately the security guard started yelling at him.  I warned the Irish man the possibility that the security guard could react against him but he did not care and started yelling him back. The incident became a heated argue with strong words.

The Irish man was very angry, in support of my story said that he did not care to spend a night in jail to protect me from the intimidation of the security guard. He concluded that it was sufficient all abuse received from the bank to have a security guard ruining more my life. This young man who I had never seen before become my unexpected defender.  Finally I had to ask him to leave me so he can be in calm and avoid more confrontations. The security guard used again his phone to make one more of this threatened calls but this time he did it from inside the Bank.

PROTEST# 108…A SECURITY GUARD TRIED TO PROHIBIT A JOURNALIST TO TAKE PICTURES OF ME IN FRONT OF THE BANK…NY POLICE SHOULD ALREADY KNOW ME

May 02, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan

Today I realized that definitely this office of Bank of America and the security guard have declared me a war and sabotage to my protests. As soon I was ready for my protest a new security guard went to the Bank to inform of my arrival. An employee looked through the glass with a smile of mockery. The security guard came out and facing me called the police. I heard he said: “She is in front of the bank" and directed his gaze to the number of the building. With an intimidating attitude he stared at me. I stood in front of him without fear and waited for the police but they never arrived.

Around 5:00 pm suddenly a lady approached to me asking permission to take pictures.  She identifies herself as a journalist. She took some pictures by the sidewalk where I was, then wanted to take one in front of the bank.  This nice lady went to the road where the traffic is heavy and dangerous to take the picture. The security guard came immediately to us warning to the journalist that she is not permitted to take me pictures in front of the bank. In a very professional way the journalist responded: "Yes I can". The security guard began to make intimidating phone calls facing us.  When the journalist left he continued harassing me with his gaze. I stood in front of him without fear.

The Security guard spent all day walking near the line where I cannot pass, just to show me a power that only gave a negative image to the bank. I felt as if I were on the border of the Koreans, where they are always being watched and the expectation of any movement.

  

The days of my protests are filled with many experiences; I only write those that have most impacted me. I end up the day very exhausted and write this blog isn't easy for me; it’s like living hell twice. Last night again I had to protect my cart and posters. Around 9:00 pm when I was waiting for the last train to get home on the platform of station 180E suddenly a drunk or sick man left the train urinating in front of everyone. When he saw my cart he approached to me. I had to run to protect my stuff. I was on the phone with my friend telling her  my experience of the May Day event. I had to cut off the call. I felt a little scared. Some people waiting for the train laughed at me.

WAR IS NOT ONLY USE OF WEAPONS IS ALSO MANIPULATION OF THE MIND.

PROTEST# 107…AMAZING DAY! ...MAY DAY EVENT WOW ME! LOT OF PICTURES, JOURNALIST AND A TV INTERVIEW! UNFORGETTABLE DAY

May 01, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan

Protesting in this office is becoming a psychological war by the Bank and the security guard. This will be another devilish corner that will feed my ghost of hate. Today the security guard saw me as soon I reach the building of Bank of America, immediately he rushed to call the employees to notify them of my arrival. Two men came to the lobby with cellular phones in their hand and joined a meeting with the security guard. They were staring at me all the time.

On several occasions the security guard stood by the corner of the building with his cell phone pointing at me pretending that he was on line or perhaps trying to take a photo. Other occasions did it from the door of the Bank. His job had become a messenger for the employees of the bank and reports all my movements.

  

At 4:00 pm, I left my protest to go to a big event held in Union Square MAY DAY.  A Greek woman I met in a previous protest suggested me to go. This was an incredible experience for me.  As soon I left the train station of 14 Street I was impressed by the crowd. Suddenly I found myself with photographers, journalist and a television interview. People were inspired by my protest. I participated until my legs and feet began to hurt me. I had never seen an event of such magnitude.

PROTEST# 106…7 LONG HOURS IN FRONT OF A GROUCHY SECURITY GUARD…A WOMAN HAD HORRIFIED ME WITH A NOTICE

April 30, 2013

97^th    Street and Broadway Manhattan

When I started my protest seemed that the security guard did not realize that I was there. Fifteen minutes later he came to me to read my posters, immediately went inside the Bank. An employee came out and begins to look at me while the security guard was talking by phone. It was obvious he was calling the   police by the way he stares at me. His attempts to move me out from the corner of the bank were not successful because the police never show up. I was constantly observed by a bank employee.

I was terrified by a lady who as soon as she realized that I was protesting against Bank of America said: my brother set on fire an office of Bank of America in Santa Barbara California. He was a teenager when he burned down the Bank. It was difficult for me to believe this atrocity, but she informed me that I could find details in the Bank's history. This lady is a frequent visitor to Central Park, she suggested me to go on weekends to the park events, it has participation of lot of Hispanic people who could be interested in my story and buy the book. She offered me to be my guide.

PROTEST# 105… SATURDAY FOUR HOURS OF SHAKING EMOTIONS…A 10 YEARS OLD BOY TOUCHED MY HEART …A FRIGHTENED EVENT ON MY WAY

April 27, 2013

Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040

On Tuesday I was not able to do my protest, I chose Saturday to make up the day. The Bank opened at 10:00 AM same time I was there ready for the people.

What most struck me was the moment when a child on a bicycle approached to me. It caught my attention that physically he looked like my oldest son, and then began to read my poster in Spanish without any language problems. He looked excited reading each phrase. His father who was with him also read my poster but with less emotion. When the child finished reading asked to his father for money to buy the book. The father thought about it for a moment but he insisted that wished to read the full story. Finally the father went to get money while the boy stayed with me. He asked me to write a dedication in his name “Enmanuel”

This child with only 10 years really touched my heart; I haven’t had a young reader like him especially with matters related to adults. He held the book in his small hands as if it were his favorite toy. The father told me that his son is fluent in English and Spanish.  I was speechless, I just said to them "God bless you".  This was a Dominican family with great values.

PROTEST# 104 …FINALLY, THE OFFICE OF DYCKMAN UNDERSTOOD MY RIGHTS OF PROTESTING…THANK YOU FOR LET ME GO ON.

April 26, 2013

Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040

April 04, 2013 was the first day that I protested at Bank of America’s office of Dyckman Street. Today, April 26, 2013, I feel that the Bank's employees finally understood my rights of protesting. I have always followed the rules to protest and there is no reason that the Bank makes my life more miserable that already it is. Sabotage, the intrigue and the judge does not help any of the two parties. All the attempts to call the police have been unsuccessful; there is no reason to hinder my protest.

PROTEST #103 CALM...A PLEASANT SURPRISE BACK TO 1987... PROMOTION VIDEO IN YOU TUBE BANK OF AMERICA MY KILLER

April 25, 2013

Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040

Today was a quiet day. My daily visitors came to see me; it had troubled them not to see me for two days. I was pleased to talk to them and hear that they missed me. They were happy to learn about my new video in you tube Bank of America my killer     .http://youtu.be/tRhsuScf_80

I had a pleasant surprise. A woman captivated by the names of the banks that I show in my posters: United Jersey bank, Summit bank and Fleet bank, the banks that merged with Bank of America came to me with great curiosity.

This lady used to work for United Jersey Bank during the same time as I worked. We were very near one another; we had worked in Hackensack New Jersey. We remembered names of some executives of that time also the stimulus that the Bank had for its employees. She kept her job until the Bank merged with Summit Bank; she decided to go to another bank institution. This long conversation had left me sad; the beautiful memories from the bank are still present in my heart.

  

EVERY STEP TOWARD THE GOAL OF JUSTICE REQUIRES SACRIFICE, SUFFERING AND STRUGGLE.

PROTEST # 102… VIDEOTAPE EVENT….THANKS TO SILVIA SANTIAGO FOR MAKING POSSIBLE THE RECORDING OF THIS DAILY AGONY

April 24, 2013

Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040

Today I went to Bank of America at Dickman Street. One of my best friends had videotaped this protest. We tried yesterday but the rain and the cloudy day not permitted us to do it. She started from the moment I left home to the final destination at Dickman Street. She followed me step by step, taking trains and making transfers. This was her first time in New York using trains as transportation. This was an excited experience for her and also for me.

Arriving at the Office of Dickman Street we noticed that some bank employees have realized that we were doing a video. They observed us. When we started to record, a man came up to us very shocked to tell us that his sister would lose her apartment in a month. Bank of America had taken foreclosure. His anger was evident and wanted also to protest in support of his sister. I could only tell him that my protest was linked with labor matters and not the bank products. He promised to return with his sister during my next protest. http://youtu.be/tRhsuScf_80

PROTEST # 101…RETURNING TO MY DEVILISH CORNER…MY GHOST IS MADE OF HATE…DYCKMAN’S OFFICE IS FEEDING HIM WITH MORE HATRED

April 22, 2013

Bank of America 210 Dyckman Street New York, NY 10040

Today as soon I started my protest appeared one of my loyal visitors who I've known since I am protesting at Dyckman Street. This lady brings me candies so I can sweeten the sourness of my mouth when I talk about the Bank. I met another photographer captivated by my story. He made a serial of pictures and some videos.

  

Around from 3:00 pm I was impacted by a man who was coming out of the Bank. He came to me holding some papers in his hand. He asked me to read it. I thought he was a person from the Bank with something to harm me.  The man pointed his finger at the top of the paper saying: read here: ...Account Closed! I asked him what that means; I had never seen him or not talk to him. He answered he had learned about how Bank of America ruined my life and this had touched him very much. He had decided not to have any relationship with the Bank and wanted me to know it.

This man was English-speaking person. I told him he should not close his accounts since I have nothing against the bank’s products, my problem was originated due to the misuse of the management’s power.

I met a lady who just saw my protest began to applaud. She told me about her bad experience with the Bank. She thought that I was looking for solidarity to sign a document against the Bank. She was willing to give me her support.  At first glance, some people think that I am protesting against bank charges. I've heard so many stories that I'm saving them for my next book.