Kathryn Lennon, a good friend and fellow protester in Toronto this weekend, has joined me in writing this post.
We’re upset, disturbed, frightened, and outraged after protesting this weekend on the streets of Toronto.
And now, back at home, watching the news, we’re confused. What we saw on the streets of Toronto and what we’ve heard from friends, shows a very different picture of the weekend than that coming from television news reports.
Overwhelmingly, what we saw on the streets were thousands of people taking time away from work, their everyday lives, and their families (or bringing them along!) to speak up and build solidarity around their concerns.
There were thousands of signs, stories, concerns, slogans, chants. There was no “collective message” other than a discontent with the status quo, with the G8/20, with Canada (and, really, the world) as it currently exists. We walked between No One is Illegal and anti-tar sands protesters for a while. We joined in behind a banner that read “India Quit Kashmir”, and later floated in with Amnesty International, to chant “What do we want? Human rights! When do we want them? Now!”. We smiled in solidarity with the Tibetans for a Free Tibet group, and laughed at the antics of a troupe of clowns who playfully mimicked the swagger of a cop. We sang with the Radical Choir, Faith Nolan and the Freedom Singers, and CUPE. We danced to the Rhythms of Resistance samba band. We ate delicious free food provided by the Toronto Community Mobilization Network. We admired the creativity of protesters with a giant clothes hanger and painted coffins, speaking for women’s rights to determine what reproductive justice means to them.
Some of the protesters we met questioned the G20’s legitimacy and wanted it to cease existing. Some disagreed with Harper’s stance on maternal health, or fiscal policy, or any number of other issues. Some wanted to add issues to the agenda that had been skipped altogether. Some felt the resistance presented an opportunity to raise concerns pertinent to specific communities with a broader audience (some popular reasons for resisting the G20 are explained here).
The mainstream media has shown very little of this. Even though there was no lack of reporters at any of the protests (in fact, it sometimes felt like those with media tags outnumbered those with banners), the majority of the news coverage has featured little other than the constant loop of a car on fire and a few windows being smashed.
Meanwhile we have entirely different images looping in our minds.
(I thought about bringing my video camera, but was afraid it might get smashed, or taken away by police to be used as evidence to convict someone. Rachel brought a camera to Friday’s march, but left it behind on Saturday, for the same reason. So all we have are mental images.)
Images of one protester carrying an open backpack labeled “Free Food,” filled with muffins and sandwiches for fellow protesters to help themselves to.
Of someone accidentally dropping a glass bottle on the street. Of another protester immediately throwing a cloth over it, of everyone nearby bending over to pick up shards of glass. Of someone else offering a ziploc bag for the shards, so that no one would be injured.
Images of a perfect act of street theatre. One woman sitting at a small table, in the middle of the street, facing oncoming protesters, calmly and quietly eating an entire, decadent, chocolate cake. A passerby called out “Let them eat cake!”
Images of a police officer unable to resist smiling when protesters chanted: “You’re sexy, you’re cute. Take off your riot suit!”
Of police officers cycling in formation around and around Allan Gardens in almost inappropriately short shorts, on bikes outfitted with bottles of Gatorade. We laughed.
Images of horses wearing riot masks and shin pads. Of a side-street, Elm, that we took to leave the main march on Friday, where cops stood beside their Budget rental vans eating takeout. The street was clogged with police vans and several Coach Canada buses, one of which was filled with cops in full riot gear, sitting in the bus seats, helmets on, waiting for…something. Absolutely chilling.
Images of cops bullying protesters. Making them detach sticks from signs. Searching bags and confiscating people’s goggles and vinegar-soaked bandannas (which help you breathe when teargas has been sprayed), saying “these won’t be necessary.” A protester quipped “Then that won’t be necessary either,” pointing to officers’ teargas canisters.
Images of police in riot gear with rifles that we hoped were loaded with only rubber bullets. Of them hitting batons against their shields outside of the American Embassy, while approaching protesters with small children. I felt scared to see guns on the streets of Toronto, then angry that the presence of police should make me feel intimidated enough to move to the other side of a street on a designated march route.
Images of protesters, plucked at random and arrested from the edges of a peacefully marching crowd (in the registered march that protesters were doing their best to ensure was “family friendly”).
Since then we’ve been hearing stories from friends, fellow protesters, citizen journalists and independent media.
Hearing about a friend’s daughter being knocked over by a cop on a bike, who didn’t stop. And being helped up and asked if she was okay by a second cop.
Hearing of the media getting arrested, seeing protesters wielding cameras against police batons. “The world is watching,” protesters shouted. (National Post, The Real News, The Guardian, The Globe and Mail, and many other reporters were all arrested)
We heard from friends about the police violence that occurred just minutes after we left Queen’s Park. We left the park — the official ending point for the march, the spot designated by the police as the official protest gathering space for the weekend — because not much was happening aside from a scattered crowd milling around, chatting and listening to music. This video shows what friends experienced, people peacefully gathered in Queen’s Park being attacked by police: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaYbq484abs
The CBC had reporters in the park as well, who observed police deliberately encircling protesters. They repeatedly note that this was the designated safe protest zone: http://www.cbc.ca/video/player.html?category=News&zone=canada&site=cbc.news.ca&clipid=1531207920
We heard of peaceful protesters rounded up and encircled while being told to disperse at Queen and Spadina, and forced to wait hours in the rain.
The next morning, peaceful protesters negotiated with police around going to gather in solidarity with the hundreds being held at the temporary jail set up in a film studio. There, they were attacked, rounded up, and shot at with rubber bullets. All while chanting “We are peaceful, how ’bout you?” and “Peaceful protest, peaceful protest.” All of this was caught on film: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiLt40d_AbU
I am struck by not having heard of a single case of any individual being injured by the actions of a protester. Meanwhile, hundreds of individuals have been injured by police officers. My friend Laura McDonald writes:
“I would like to pre-emptively ask anyone who might be upset about the vandalism to stop and ask themselves why they feel that damage to corporate property is such a big deal in light of a) the horrible things those corporations do and b) all of the police brutality and rights violations that have occurred this week. The police have trapped people while telling them to leave or they’ll be arrested. They have charged at and beaten peaceful protesters. They have randomly snatched bystanders off the street. They have stolen people’s property in illegal searches so that people cannot protect themselves. They have held hundreds of completely innocent people for up to 28 hours (the longest I’ve heard) without charge, often with no food for hours, in unlivable conditions, without allowing them their legal rights to phone calls or lawyers. My friends and I have seen this. There are videos. This weekend has been a truly horrifying experience for our group. We have been devastated to witness these events. That is the story. Please focus on it. A few windows and planted police cars are NOTHING in comparison.”
And so we feel offended, frightened, insulted, and confused when we witness what happened, what is still happening, and hear people dismissing protesters as thugs and criminals, and justifying violent and disproportionate police actions. From our viewpoint, these police actions seem completely disjointed from the “threat” posed by anyone protesting. We wonder how those in charge of security will justify violently attacking peaceful protesters and bystanders, far away from the small proportion who were violent near the fence. We hope they will have to justify their actions, that this will be demanded of them. How many people in Toronto this weekend felt their personal safety and human rights were threatened by anyone other than the police (and a government who mandated their presence)?
How many people will hesitate before peacefully protesting, openly dissenting, or actively participating in this supposedly democratic society?
How concerned should we be about doing the everyday, ordinary, community-building work we do? Will our names end up on some list that means we’re targeted for arrest, for being at protests, for being critical of authority?
This weekend gave us a wake up call and a small glimpse of what it might mean to always live in a state of fear from authority. Because of the communities we’ve been fortunate enough to belong to, we’ve more or less always experienced police as protectors, not as threats.
Back in the peaceful small city of Kitchener-Waterloo, we now find ourselves flinching when we hear sirens or a bylaw officers drive by. We don’t know how long it’ll take for these feelings to fade.
For information about the resistance, daily breakdowns, what’s next, and everything else: http://g20.torontomobilize.org/
For one take on the outcome of the G20 summit: http://vancouver.mediacoop.ca/story/g-20-nations-race-bottom-will-continue/3899
For a mother’s perspective on going to the protests with a baby: http://femmemomma.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-police-state-looks-like.html
For Judy Rebick’s take on Saturday’s chaos: http://transformingpower.ca/en/blog/toronto-burning-or-it
For one person’s perspectives on the protests over the past week: http://www.janjolee.net/
For John Hilary’s criticisms of the policing and the G20: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/jun/27/g20-toronto-policing-charade
My friend Kathryn and I performed a spoken word piece on Saturday night at the G20 Summit Slam. The first three minutes are from an older piece about the swine flu and the hysteria that emerged around the epidemic. We were reminded of a lot of that hysteria and imbalanced media reporting while doing G20 resistance this weekend. The final few minutes of the piece are about the G20 and were written by us that day, while protesting.
We’d love to hear any feedback on this poem; we’ll be reworking the last few minutes into a new piece that we’ll be performing at the ROM in August.
I’m a few days behind on posting. My friend Janice Lee has been much better at posting daily updates from the streets of Toronto, and I would urge you to check out her blog.
Soon, I will post about the inspiring Toxic Tour of Toronto that took place on Wednesday, as well as my thoughts and some information on what has been happening in Toronto this weekend. But for the moment I thought I’d share my first encounter with police on Wednesday, because I believe it is fundamentally important for many accounts of people’s police encounters (whether violent or not) to be available online and being shared.
On Wednesday, while on the way to an environmental justice protest in Toronto, in the lead-up to the G20, I had my first taste of the paranoia and the enormous police presence that has taken over the city. My friend Asha and I were walking with a sign condemning Canadian mining companies, and a light stick we were intending to tape to the sign to hold it up.
We were a few blocks away from the bus station at Bay and Dundas, and still a ways from the beginning of the protest we were moving towards, when two police officers stepped out of an alley and approached us. I transcribed our conversation immediately after it took place; it is as close as possible to verbatim:
Female Officer: Can I talk to you?
Myself: I don’t think I want to talk. Attempts to keep walking.
Female Officer: We’re concerned about your stick.
Asha: It’s for the sign.
Female Officer: I’m not concerned with you, with peaceful protesters. We’re removing it for your safety and ours from other protesters. Both the officer and Asha are holding the stick at this point, though neither are pulling at it. We’re not concerned about your sign, you can use something else that can’t be construed as a weapon.
Asha: It’s not a weapon, we’re going to a tour.
A male police officer who had been standing back approaches.
Male Officer: I doubt that you’re going to a tour with that sign.
Asha: No, we are. It’s a toxic tour.
Female Officer: We appreciate that but we need to take this. We’ll just keep it for you, we can tell you where it is.
Myself: What can I use to hold up my sign that you won’t consider a weapon?
Female Officer: I don’t know, you’ll have to figure that out on your own.
Asha and I decide to give up the stick. She let’s it go.
Asha: There goes another civil liberty.
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The very night I got back to Kitchener after spending a month and a half in Guatemala, I was given the opportunity to perform at “G20 Poets: When Words Resist,” an event organized by my friend Janice Lee, and put on at the Kitchener Waterloo Community Centre for Social Justice (KWCCSJ).
I performed a rough piece I’d only just written about a community I’d recently visited, Lote 8 (Lot 8), and the upcoming G8/20 summits. I hope to rework (and polish, and memorize) the piece soon, as well as to post the testimonies I gathered while visiting Lote 8, but thought I’d post this recording for now.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.
A few other videos from the event are posted at the new KW Spoken Word youtube site.