The city's heart
Jun. 30th, 2010 05:31 pmZ. posted this article, which is only one of many that I want to quote for truth a whole bunch of times. It helps that Shawn Micallaf strikes me as one of those people who loves Toronto rather than simply existing in it.
I think for me the crushing despair of last weekend was somewhat mitigated, believe it or not, by being in the protests, because there was a real sense of community (not to mention a high school reunion). I was only afraid—or processing what I saw at all—when I wasn't among friends. And then I worried about what would happen on the walk to the subway, or inside the subway, or whether I'd be harassed while running errands, and how many of my friends were arrested after I left. People who didn't go at all seem a bit more traumatized. Or perhaps it's a different sort of trauma.
And damned if I don't love this city still. I had three conversations with neighbours today within the space of a few hours: a recovering drug addict and single mom, a playwright and filmmaker who just opened a trendy little design shop, and the pagan woman who rides around with her cat on a bike (I've been looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation with this woman, because she looks like she leads an interesting life, plus she rides around with a cat on a bike. But then she approached me today to ask about sewing needles, so I didn't even need to be socially awkward about it. Yay!). The east end is starting to feel like home, after two years of living here. And then I remember that "Torontanamo," the detention centre where they kept my friends in cages, is just down the street.
I wonder if we'll come out changed from this. Probably not. One of the things I like about Toronto is its ability to cheerfully shrug off whatever small calamity just happened, sell some t-shirts ("I survived the blackout!" "No, I don't have SARS." "Fuck the G20."), and move on with a "where were you when?" every so often. But I don't think the cameras, or the sound cannon, or the attitude that the people are the enemy, are really a new development so much of an amplification of existing tensions, and so I don't think they'll go away. I like to think that the intervention of the Canadian Civil Liberties Association, Amnesty International, and the general public outcry will nip the nascent police state in the bud, but with the election looming (and the fact that out of my urban lefty bubble, I'm aware of just how much we're hated), I don't have much faith.
I think for me the crushing despair of last weekend was somewhat mitigated, believe it or not, by being in the protests, because there was a real sense of community (not to mention a high school reunion). I was only afraid—or processing what I saw at all—when I wasn't among friends. And then I worried about what would happen on the walk to the subway, or inside the subway, or whether I'd be harassed while running errands, and how many of my friends were arrested after I left. People who didn't go at all seem a bit more traumatized. Or perhaps it's a different sort of trauma.
And damned if I don't love this city still. I had three conversations with neighbours today within the space of a few hours: a recovering drug addict and single mom, a playwright and filmmaker who just opened a trendy little design shop, and the pagan woman who rides around with her cat on a bike (I've been looking for an excuse to strike up a conversation with this woman, because she looks like she leads an interesting life, plus she rides around with a cat on a bike. But then she approached me today to ask about sewing needles, so I didn't even need to be socially awkward about it. Yay!). The east end is starting to feel like home, after two years of living here. And then I remember that "Torontanamo," the detention centre where they kept my friends in cages, is just down the street.
I wonder if we'll come out changed from this. Probably not. One of the things I like about Toronto is its ability to cheerfully shrug off whatever small calamity just happened, sell some t-shirts ("I survived the blackout!" "No, I don't have SARS." "Fuck the G20."), and move on with a "where were you when?" every so often. But I don't think the cameras, or the sound cannon, or the attitude that the people are the enemy, are really a new development so much of an amplification of existing tensions, and so I don't think they'll go away. I like to think that the intervention of the Canadian Civil Liberties Association, Amnesty International, and the general public outcry will nip the nascent police state in the bud, but with the election looming (and the fact that out of my urban lefty bubble, I'm aware of just how much we're hated), I don't have much faith.
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Date: 2010-06-30 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 10:01 pm (UTC)But yeah, stuff like what's been happening for the G20 must come like a punch in the gut. Maybe there'll be a backlash, one can hope. Sometimes the point can come when the forces of authority just start to look so ridiculous that enough people stop buying their line. One can hope.
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Date: 2010-06-30 10:09 pm (UTC)I'm heartened by the fact that most of the people I've talked to, even at work, are pissed off at how the police handled it.
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Date: 2010-06-30 10:12 pm (UTC)It broke our trust. Exactly. I, the most naive idealist you will ever actually meet, am now frightened of Toronto police officers. Because people wearing that uniform took ordinary citizens just like me and locked them in a hellhole where they were insulted and degraded and had to beg for food and water and medical treatment.
I don't know if we will come out changed from this, but I know I will.
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Date: 2010-06-30 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-30 11:20 pm (UTC)It would be nice to live in a city where shit like that did not happen.
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Date: 2010-07-01 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-01 12:39 am (UTC)anyway, it's not over yet.. there's a protest tomorow!
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Date: 2010-07-01 12:55 am (UTC)See you tomorrow. Possibly in steampunk attire since there's a photoshoot at 12 and I might not have time to change.
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Date: 2010-07-01 10:45 am (UTC)I am staying but I don't know whether we can shrug off the G20. I don't know that there is a public outcry. I think if there were Miller and McGuinty would not be so quick to line up behind the police. The press has done a decent job, post facto, of calling out the TPS' more outrageous lies but I think the underlying narrative is still "protesters get what they deserve". The TPS has always enjoyed undue power in Toronto. I'm not sure showing them how much they can get away with will improve things.
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Date: 2010-07-01 12:43 pm (UTC)...I'd live in Montréal if I could speak French and if I could find work there. I vastly prefer it to Vancouver. I'd live in Chicago, New York, and especially Seattle if all three didn't have the misfortune to be in America.
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Date: 2010-07-01 01:33 pm (UTC)I could do Berlin if I spoke German I think. Montreal, I don't know. I think to really enjoy Montreal you have to be francophone, not just speak French. It's more about culture and acceptance than mere linguistic skills. As an anglo-Canadian you are still just a "mongrel, half breed bastard" to quote a rather lovely francophone girl I used to go drinking with!
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Date: 2010-07-04 11:36 am (UTC)