I knew I was smack in the middle of the March as we walked up the sidewalk along the east side of Broadway, making our way uptown from Zuchotti Park towards the Brooklyn Bridge. I had stepped off the sidewalk and on to the street for a moment to access the size of the demonstration. As far as I could see, there were protesters in front of me and protesters behind. It was thrilling to realize we had amassed so many patriotic Americans of all ages and races in such a short time.

We were escorted along our route by the NYPD, which had positioned cops about every 20 feet or so along our route. In an orderly fashion, a long line of police guided us towards the entrance of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The Brooklyn Bridge has two entrances, a footpath and a roadway. As you approach, the footpath is on the left and the roadway on the right. The line of police officers led directly to the roadway.

We started up the bridge. In the right lane were cars, which were moving either very slowly or had stopped altogether. We occupied the middle and left lanes. Calmly and peacefully, we continued up the bridge, occasionally receiving a thumbs up from people in the cars to our right.

Between one-third and one-half of the way up the bridge, I noticed something strange. There were no longer any cars to our right. As we continued marching forward, the crowd naturally filled up all of the lanes spanning the roadway.

I looked back down the roadway, where about 20 yards away was an army of police holding a huge swath of red netting. What had happened to the thousands of protesters who were behind me as we entered the Bridge?

A sense of panic ran though the group. Many, including myself, shouted "march forward," thinking that the smart move was to get ourselves off the bridge and on to the Brooklyn side as soon as we could.

Others were shouting "We own the bridge." Still others were shouting "Move back, move back." It dawned upon me that we were penned in on both sides, front and back.

We had marched into a trap.

There's this moment when you don't quite know what is going to happen and all sorts of things race though your mind. Will the cops beat us up? Will they use pepper spray like they did last Saturday? Have they planted anyone in our group to incite violence in order to respond in-kind? Do they actually plan to arrest thousands of people?

I, for one, had no intention of getting arrested. At least not on this overcast Saturday afternoon. I simply wanted to march peacefully and lawfully with my fellow Americans to express my discontent with the takeover of our great and beautiful society by the Corporate State.

Fortunately for me and for many others who had suddenly found themselves at the rear of the march, we were allowed by the cops to walk along the edge of the bridge back into Manhattan. This, however, was a limited time offer. Hundreds of protesters who may have inadvertently found themselves closer to the front of the group would later be arrested and jailed, including a 12 year old girl.

As I walked down the bridge I spoke to some of the cops, asking them to "be gentle with the protesters, they are on your side." Many nodded in approval. Some even smiled.

The cops are not the bad guys here. They are union people, middle-class. I have spoken to many of them throughout the week as they surround the perimeter of of our demonstration in Zuchotti Park. Though they cannot openly state support for the movement, as I chat with them (and raise the issue of union busting) I can only get the feeling that they are with us.

This is a patriotic movement. This is a righteous cause.

Please join us in New York. If you can't make your way here, think of what you can do in your community.

Occupy Wall Street has been called a "leaderless movement." In fact, it is a movement in which each of us is a leader. You don't have to become a member of anything, or hold specific beliefs, or get approval from a central committee to act on any idea you might have to help liberate us from our current predicament.

Help in any way you can.

We are all in this together. And together, we will win.

God bless America.