Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The militancy volume dial was definitely turned down from a couple days ago and there was a real Canadiana vibe to it all. I don't think it's just the day. The MC who was clearly in the trenches on G20 weekend (bruised arms) kept emphasizing rights violations of peaceful protesters. And despite Sharmeen Khan's (Toronto Community Mobilization Network organizer) great speech that located us on Indigenous land, that being terrorized by the cops & prison system is everyday life for a lot of racialized migrants, and focused on the injustice of dozens of people still being detained, not as much of the crowd got into chanting "free free the detainees" with her at the end as we did earlier this week.
There was lots of tapping into the "Canadian values" business to justify decrying civil liberties and human rights violations. And given the national imaginary - that absurdly endures - of the safe, polite and peace-loving nation, tapping into Canadiana sends us down a slippery slope. The ideology of politeness has a palpable nexus with that of private property here in post-G20 Toronto.
We're seeing some unions & unions federations that have realized they've got to get behind an inquiry because even people who went out to go shopping at the Queen West Lululemon on Sunday ended up in freezing cold overcrowded paddy wagons for the afternoon and evening with their hands in twist ties instead. Take the Toronto & York Region Labour Council (TYRLC) for example and how their position changed from the weekend to today. Actually, you can't see what they first said because they seem to have taken it off their site: labourcouncil.ca. But it wasn't good. it was kind of link the abhorring and condemning message on the Canadian Labour Congress site: canadianlabour.ca/national/news/labour-s-g20-rally-and-march-drew-thousands.
So, John Cartwright TYRLC president spoke today, mobilizing multiracial working class history in Toronto to buttress his support for an inquiry. Which is fine - he's very good at that - but it also seemed to help smuggle in three key points to a largely cheering audience: that the inquiry must look at the unjustified use of police force (i.e. unions are ok with cops going at some of the people, some of the time?), all the sources of violence/vandalism (read, get those hooligans?) and also why the police didn't intervene on the property destruction (I yelled out "cos they were having too much fun participating in it").
We've got to get back to where we were this past Monday night at the cop shop protest. Do we have to have riot cops beating their shields, marching on us, beating us, then standing on every street corner, to actively undermine that not being polite and not protecting corporate property is not the greatest violence in our lives? I hope not. Let's make sure that $1.2 billion dollars was not completely wasted wasted. Let's make sure that along with Starbucks, Scotiabank and Nike windows some illusions got smashed - like ones about how fundamental social change happens slowly, if we're patient and we wait nicely for our chance to speak out.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
All kinds of people can find all other kinds of other people fascinating and sexy. I am into that and I think it’s awesome. But a little bit of plot development to justify Jean’s dubious swoon would not be too much to ask. Nowhere is found an explanation for why that fanciful character, the hot, single mom in a great job and beautiful home would give, um, Bad a second look… never mind trust her kid with him! And the couple of women closer to his age in the film are portrayed as one-dimensional bar sluts (and not in a good way), bit players ‘til he meets the real deal. I think all this is because the film is an example of an aging-male fantasy, de rigueur these days from
In our general part of the world, public feminist movements have eroded over the last decade and a bit, and any semblance of real freedom for women has become many of us learning to be superwomen. Meanwhile, many men of my general generation seem to be challenging mortality, fighting the wages of time (by trying to get) on the backs of sisters 15 to 20 years younger than me. Online dating profiles of my male contemporaries are often testaments to this. One almost 50 year-old guy who messaged me when I was on POF last year stated in his blurb a preferred age range as 26 to 33. I sent him a note asking if it was a slow week because I sure didn’t make the age cut….It’s all very annoying, like more and more things these days.