Remember this nutcake who gained national fame for abandoning her family in Florida to sleep among the human debris at Zuccotti Park? Well, she fell off the radar and we figured she slithered back to her family. But no, here she is flailing out of control while being subdued by the NYPD during the big temper tantrum in Manhattan on Thursday. Or as The NY Post says, she’s dreadlocked up.
Her kids must be swelling with pride.
Here’s your mom, kids. Proud?
The hippie Florida mother of four who ditched her children and banker husband to sleep in Zuccotti Park’s squalor hit rock bottom yesterday when she was hauled off in handcuffs, her dreadlocks flying wildly in every direction, for blocking a street near the New York Stock Exchange.
Stacey Hessler, 38, was lifted off the pavement in the center of Broad Street by three cops who slapped plastic bracelets on her wrists and dragged her away kicking and screaming.
“What did I do? What did I do?” she kept shouting.
She was charged with resisting arrest and disorderly conduct after she blocked “vehicular and pedestrian traffic” and refused orders to move, cops said.
Hessler was dumped onto a bus with other ranting and bedraggled demonstrators for a short ride to One Police Plaza for booking.
The unemployed Long Island native and self-described “vegan freak” — who said she was into “unschooling” her children — had been a fixture at the protest camp since she abandoned her home in Deland and her kids, ages 7 to 17.
“I’m not planning on going home,’’ the wayward flower child had told The Post about two weeks after she joined the rabble at Zuccotti Park.
“I have no idea what the future holds, but I’m here indefinitely. Forever.”
Bizarrely, she compared her decision to leave her family to choices made by heroic members of the armed forces.
“Military people leave their families all the time,” she said.
“I’m fighting for a better world.”
As apocalyptic acts of public protest go, yesterday’s Occupy Wall Street act-out was a bit of a piffle.
There was the promise to shut down Wall Street. Didn’t happen.
There was an effort to disrupt subway service. Didn’t happen.
And there were to be acts of “massive” civil disobedience at Foley Square and the Brooklyn Bridge. Didn’t happen, either.
No, Occupy Wall Street itself has become the issue.
Unpredictable, emotional, rash, self-centered, naive, spoiled, even lovable (to some), Occupy Wall Street has come to play a role in this city not unlike the role an emotionally explosive child plays in a caring and concerned home.
For a long time, city leaders were indulgent, hopeful that an explosion could be avoided by allowing the mood to play itself out. Like good, progressive parents, they thought their calm condescension (masked as concern) would win the day.
But when it didn’t, when the child was finally putting itself and others in danger — and when other parents were making plain their irritation at the indulgence being shown — Bloomberg and his people finally had to show some tough love.
Rules were established. No more nonsense. It was bedtime.
Good night, kiddies.