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Brave, inspiring women speaking out about their lives without status. Read their letter here: http://www.solidarityacrossborders.org/en/open-letter-from-the-non-status-womens-collective-of-montreal
Prepping a #corruption #construction mega post if anyone wants to contribute. It’s easy! Just go outside, point your phone/camera at the nearest street and send us whatever you just shot. You don’t even need to look at what you’re photographing. So confident are we.
“There’s something so fundamental about who you are and what you are doing with your time on Earth that people don’t spend a lot of time thinking about. And it’s something I have spent a lot of time thinking about, to the detriment of my future careers and future lovers. Asking someone to hold tight with the knowledge that I’m gonna leave the bed in the middle of the night to go wander around and put my nose in people’s business - as they see it - it’s impossible to have a partner. There are certain things that I have to give up - not to say that I’m a monk - and that kind of disavow for myself has granted me a lightness in my heart that I can’t describe otherwise. It keeps me motivated.” [4/4]
[Yep, Montreal has got it’s very own superhero:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
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« Il y a quelque chose de fondamental à savoir qui tu es et ce que tu vas faire de ton temps sur Terre, et les gens ne passent pas beaucoup de temps à y penser. Et c’est quelque chose auquel j’ai personnellement passé beaucoup de temps à penser, au détriment de mes futures carrières et amants. Demander à quelqu’un de rester en sachant que je vais quitter le lit au milieu de la nuit pour aller me balader et mettre mon nez dans les affaires des autres - c’est comme ça qu’ils le voient - c’est impossible d’avoir un partenaire. Il y a certaines choses que je dois abandonner – sans pour autant dire que je suis un moine – et ce genre de déni de moi-même m’a apporté une légèreté dans le cœur que je ne peux pas décrire autrement. Ça me garde motivé. » [4/4]
[Et oui, Montréal a son propre super-héro:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
“One November night I gave someone a bowl of hot chili. And this woman approaches me and asks ‘Did you just give that man some food?’ It looks like she just came from an event, she’s wearing a dress and high heels. I say ‘Yes, do you want some?’ – ‘No, but it means that I can trust you. Can you walk me home?’ We walked from around les Foufounes to the Frontenac metro. On that walk, five different vehicles stopped in front of us to say ‘She’s coming to party with us.’ Five different cars: some dudes just heckling, some dudes getting out and trying to surround us… all the time we have to scream, she’s like throwing ice… I’m thinking ‘What would happen here if she was alone?’ So I started thinking about a project that would be a 'walk safe’ project. You call this number and some volunteers are going to come and escort you home. I would love to launch this phone number.” [¾]
[Yep, Montreal has got it’s very own superhero:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
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« Une nuit de novembre j’ai donné un bol de chili chaud à quelqu’un. Et cette femme m’approche et me demande ‘Est-ce que tu viens de donner de la nourriture à ce monsieur ?’ Ça a l’air qu’elle sortait d’une soirée, elle porte une robe et des talons hauts. Je dis ‘Oui, est-ce que tu en veux ?’ – ‘Non, mais ça veut dire que je peux te faire confiance. Peux-tu me raccompagner chez nous ?’ On a marché du coin des Foufounes jusqu’au métro Frontenac. Pendant cette marche, cinq véhicules différents se sont arrêtés devant nous pour dire ‘Elle vient faire le party avec nous.’ Cinq différentes autos : des gars qui faisaient juste les malins en criant, des gars qui sortaient de leur auto et qui essayaient de nous encercler… tout ce temps-là on a dû crier, elle lançait de la glace… Je me dis 'Qu’est-ce qu’il se serait passé si elle était seule ?’ Donc j’ai commencé à penser à un projet qui serait un projet de 'marche en sécurité’. Tu téléphones à un numéro et des bénévoles viennent et t’escortent chez toi. J’aimerais vraiment lancer ce numéro de téléphone. » [¾]
[Et oui, Montréal a son propre super-héro:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
“I was new to Montreal and I wasn’t really sure what the city needed from me. I saved some guy’s laptop one night, in Jeanne-Mance Park: there was a backpack on a bench, and a guy was going through it, he asked me ‘Is this yours?’ I said yes, there was a MacBook Pro in there, and some designer’s notes. I found the guy on Twitter and told him I had found his backpack; he couldn’t believe I returned it to him. It was just one night when I happened to be at the right place at the right time, so I asked my friends ‘Do you think it’s possible to increase that chance of being at the right place at the right time?’ They all said ‘You’re crazy, you’re gonna be at the wrong place at the wrong time, looking for trouble.’ But one night I went out, just thinking ‘What happens if?’ I patrolled in the village, no mask, just me walking out. I saw a few things that night: a kid suffering from withdrawal – that was one of my first encounters where I realized how powerless I am; I have no power over this problem, I can just watch you shake because you need drugs, I can’t fix this – I chatted with a sex worker, I stopped a fight. When I was sure I was done with the night, I saw a man walking with a big bag. I’m walking by, and I get this sense that I shouldn’t talk to him. But he stops me: ‘Hey, what’s your name?’ I have this immediate sense that something just started, and I have to see this through. He’s not violent, but he’s a very scary person. He tells me his name is Hawk, he’s a soldier, he has guns, and he’s gonna use a gun to kill someone tonight. And he shows me the pistol in his belt. I had never seen a gun that close to me. I could see he was scanning the street, looking for someone: there was a group of youth walking down the street, and he’s like ‘Not these guys, I won’t kill them, they’re my brothers.’ Literally deciding who he will and won’t kill. I can’t leave him, but as he was talking to ‘his brothers’, I run in an alley and call 911. I went two blocks ahead of him on Sainte-Catherine, and this police car comes up to me at the corner, we exchange a few gestures, pointing at my phone to confirm I’m the one on the line, and pointing at the guy with the gun. Then three cars come, bright lights up, and they have him and take the gun away – I had told them exactly where it was. I’m like ‘What just happened?’ I wasn’t ready for that. I went home, smoked a million cigarettes, and my roommate told me ‘Never do that again! Your boyfriend is sleeping in the room, your dog is there, you have everything at home, why would you leave at night? Do you know what could’ve happened?’ All the same things that people rationalize and which keep them from doing stuff like this in the first place. I told my partner a few weeks later, and he’s like ‘Never do it again!’ But it was so clear to me that the answer from the stars was ‘Do it again. If you do this, something really important will happen to you.’ What I had learned that night, about the city and about myself was really key, and I couldn’t let it go. I’ve been patrolling the streets at night for three years, and as much as it’s been about being the hero on the streets, it’s really just been about opening myself up to what the city has to show, as a civilian, as someone who’s here and happens to have first aid training and de-escalation training. And by ‘invisible-izing’ myself in this persona, hopefully people are embedded with the idea that anything could happen, and that anybody could take this kind of actions.” [¼]
[As we were talking, two guys sat down right next to us and took their crack pipes out. The pipes were old and dirty, so Lightstep offered to give them some new ones – he carries some around with him, for these situations. He then tells me that he tries to make sure people use their own pipe, because sharing puts them at risk of getting hepatitis and other diseases.]
[Yep, Montreal has got it’s very own superhero:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
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« Je venais d’arriver à Montréal et je n’étais pas vraiment sûr de ce que je pouvais faire pour la ville. J’ai sauvé le laptop d’un gars une nuit, dans le parc Jeanne-Mance : il y avait un sac à dos sur un banc, et un type fouillait dedans, il m’a demandé ‘Est-ce que c’est à toi ?’ J’ai dit oui, il y avait un MacBook Pro dedans, et des notes de designer. J’ai retrouvé le gars sur Twitter et je lui ai dit que j’avais trouvé son sac ; il n’en revenait pas que je lui rende. C’était juste une nuit où j’étais au bon endroit au bon moment, donc j’ai demandé à mes amis ‘Pensez-vous que ce soit possible d’augmenter les chances d’être au bon endroit au bon moment ?’ Ils m’ont tous dit ‘T’es fou, tu vas être au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment, à chercher du trouble.’ Mais une nuit je suis sorti, juste en me disant ‘Qu’arrive-t-il si ?’ J’ai patrouillé dans le village, sans masque, juste moi qui me promène. J’ai vu plusieurs choses cette nuit : un jeune en manque – c’était une des premières rencontres où j’ai réalisé à quel point je n’ai aucun pouvoir ; je ne peux rien faire face à ce problème, je peux juste te regarder trembler parce que t’as besoin de drogue, je ne peux pas régler ça – j’ai discuté avec une travailleuse du sexe, j’ai interrompu une bagarre. Et quand je pensais en avoir fini avec la nuit, j’ai vu un homme marcher avec un gros sac. Je passe à côté, et j’ai le sentiment que je ne devrais pas lui parler. Mais il m’arrête : ‘Hey, c’est quoi ton nom ?’ J’ai immédiatement le sentiment que quelque chose vient de commencer, et qu’il faut que je vois où ça va aller. Il n’est pas violent, mais c’est une personne qui fait très peur. Il me dit que son nom est Hawk, qu’il est soldat, qu’il a des armes, et qu’il va utiliser un pistolet pour tuer quelqu’un ce soir. Et il me montre le pistolet dans sa ceinture. Je n’avais jamais vu un pistolet d’aussi proche. Je voyais qu’il scannait la rue, à la recherche de quelqu’un : il y avait un groupe de jeunes qui passait, et il est comme ‘Pas ces gars, je ne les tuerai pas, c’est mes frères.’ Il décide littéralement de qui il va tuer ou non. Je ne peux pas le laisser, mais pendant qu’il parle à ‘ses frères’, je cours dans une allée et j’appelle le 911. Je suis allé deux blocs plus loin sur Sainte-Catherine, et une voiture de police vient vers moi au coin, on échange quelques gestes, pointant mon téléphone pour confirmer que c’est moi sur la ligne, et je pointe le type avec le pistolet. Trois voitures arrivent alors, toutes lumières allumées, et ils l’arrêtent et lui prennent le pistolet – je leur avais dit exactement où il était. Je suis comme ‘Qu’est-ce qu’il vient de se passer ?’ Je n’étais pas prêt pour ça. Je suis rentré chez moi, j’ai fumé comme un million de cigarettes, et ma coloc m’a dit ‘Ne fait plus jamais ça ! Ton chum dort dans la chambre, ton chien est là, tu as tout ici, pourquoi voudrais-tu partir la nuit ? Tu sais ce qu’il aurait pu t’arriver ?’ Toutes ces choses que les gens rationalisent et qui les empêchent de faire des choses comme ça au départ. Je l’ai dit à mon partenaire quelques semaines plus tard, et il est comme ‘Ne refait jamais ça !’ Mais c’était tellement clair pour moi que les étoiles me disaient ‘Recommence. Si tu le fais, quelque chose de très important t’arrivera.’ Ce que j’avais appris cette nuit, sur la ville et sur moi-même était très important, et je ne pouvais pas l’abandonner. Ça fait trois ans que je patrouille les rues, et autant que c’est une question d’être le héro dans les rues, c’est vraiment juste question de m’ouvrir à ce que la ville a à donner, en tant que civil, en tant que quelqu’un qui est là et qui se trouve avoir un entrainement de premier soin et de ‘dé-escalade’. Et en me rendant invisible dans ce personnage, j’espère que les gens intègrent l’idée que tout est possible, et que n’importe qui peut agir ainsi. » [¼]
[Alors que nous discutions, deux types se sont assis juste à côté de nous et ont sorti leurs pipes à crack. Les pipes était vieillent et sales, donc Lightstep leur a proposé de leur en donner des neuves – il en a toujours sur lui, pour ce genre de situation. Il m’explique ensuite qu’il essaie de faire en sorte que les gens utilisent leur propre pipe, parce qu’en les partageant ils risquent d’attraper l’hépatite et d’autres maladies.]
[Et oui, Montréal a son propre super-héro:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
“One night I’m with this guy, giving him some food, chatting, he’s showing me his tattoos, like really faded prison tattoos from when he was a teenager. He’s telling me the story of how he got on the street, and drinking and drinking and drinking. And he just stops: ‘Take this away from me.’ And he gives me his bottle. He’s like ‘I’m done drinking. There’s a rehab number you can call, tell them to come and get me. I’m done.’ Just talking, talking, talking, there’s something about my presence that he trusted. It’s like ‘You’re here rescuing me.’ Subconsciously he connected this to getting out of his predicament. My presence here connected him to another community resource. This is what being in the right place at the right time is about.” [2/4]
[Yep, Montreal has got it’s very own superhero:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
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« Une nuit je suis avec ce type, je lui donne de la nourriture, on discute, il me montre ses tattoos, des tatouages de prison tout effacés datant de son adolescence. Il me raconte l’histoire de comment il s’est retrouvé à la rue, et il boit, il boit, il boit. Et il s’arrête d'un coup : ‘Enlève-moi ça.’ Et il me donne sa bouteille. Il me dit ‘J’en ai fini avec la boisson. Il y a un numéro de rehab que tu peux appeler, dis-leur de venir me chercher. J’arrête.’ Juste en parlant, parlant, parlant, il y a quelque chose dans ma présence qui lui a donné confiance. C’est comme ‘Tu es là pour me sauver.’ Son subconscient a relié ça à sortir de sa situation. Ma présence ici l’a relié à une autre ressource communautaire. C’est ça être au bon endroit au bon moment. » [2/4]
[Et oui, Montréal a son propre super-héro:] Project: Lightstep - X-ALT MTL
Non-violence is a piece of theatre. You need an audience. What can you do when you have no audience? People have the right to resist annihilation.
Arundhati Roy (via qasaweh)
[I recently attended a panel discussion on policing gay spaces, gentrification and the politics of violence as part of Pervers/cite. I did not exactly have all the words to respond during Q&A, but I have spent some time reflecting on this playlist, as well as other documents posted on the event page, and I wanted to respond with a little bit about what I am thinking, and why we need to abandon politics of non-violence (and instead learn to navigate violence). This video sums up my argument in less than a minute, if you don't have the patience to read it. Google anything unknown or in "quotes" (or inbox me) if you want further explanation.] --- # Awesome event! # I wanted to say first of all, I was really excited to see the old footage & foundational documents regarding the 1990 crises. I wasn't even born then, so having a number of different videos and testimonials (and then the panel discussion) is really great for providing context. I read the questions and problems posted above while reviewing the materials and a few things kind of struck me (pun intended) in a way that I haven't quite been able to express until now. They have been sitting (roiling) in my belly for a couple of days now, and I felt compelled to share here. I want to be clear that I am not trying to speak over anybody, and I can only speak from my lived street experience from doing outreach and intervention; I hope my ideas can hover somewhere without disrupting any others in the process. I thought it would be in bad faith to post this before the panel and discussion, but these thoughts still linger. # Erasure is Violence # The biggest gut-punch of the questions is of course "who gets left behind?", and it seems really central to this year's dialogues around pervers/cite. The answer to that question is an impossibly unjust response if it relies on naming alone; there is no scroll long enough to bear the names. We must also be prepared to confront erasure as it relates to forgetting, at the foundation of arkhē, at the exact wound in history where an archive is created (understanding an archive broadly; from scars to stories to HD video to 'a village'). Derrida reminds us that “the archivization produces as much as it records the event”. We have a responsibility (and a drive) to create private/public records. # Public Hupomnemata # Hungry to satisfy our queer telos (and drive for understanding in action) we create archives of our struggles so as to have originary, collective points to return to; to rally, to teach, to re-energize, to re-plant our feet. There is "archive fever". To be sick with “mal d’archive" means "to burn with a passion. It is never to rest, interminably, from searching for the archive, right where it slips away. It is to run after the archive, even if there’s too much of it, right where something in it anarchives itself. It is to have a compulsive, repetitive, and nostalgic desire for the archive, an irrepressible desire to return to the origin, a homesickness, a nostalgia for the return to the most archaic place of absolute commencement". The so-called 'Village' can be understood both in terms of its role as archive and an originary point of queer struggle and simultaneously as a site of forgetting, an archiviolithic apparatus that actively (that is to say, violently) erases as it archives. # Violence of the Archive # Different kinds of forgetting inflict different sorts of violences. Getting bodied to Aaliyah's "One in a Million" with a cutie on a UNITY dancefloor is ahistorical violence; it is a temporary forgetting that 'scarcity' is a notion of capitalist ideology that seeks to moderate (and arguably toxify) our relationships with other people. That's not exactly what I want to talk about here, but I hope it speaks to the same distinction of 'active forgetting' with regard to the village as a whole. Forgetting is connected to survival. "To find a real love, you gotta get bodied". In addition to the archive footage posted earlier (honestly, so awesome to have that), there are various memorials scattered about the village that commemorate historic and often violent moments in the collective history. We must remember that all monuments are monuments to forgetting, perhaps none make this more obvious than Berlin's football sized field of forgetting that is the Memorial for Murdered European Jews (Whom? Where? When? The silence is violence!). A memorial's violence lies in priviliging what it names, as well as in the active forgetting of what is unmentioned, trimmed, and left behind. We must resist the totalizing charm of archives and understand that they can never stand in fully for the moment it records. An archive is impossibly deficient at reproducing the event because it is always produced at a distance. # Limp Bodies # I wanted to set that up to explain, I guess more plainly, what has been eating at me. While looking at the archive materials, I could not help but rage a little at the fact that I didn't "see myself" there. If the purpose of the activist archive is to bring us back to spark a shared sense of struggle, then we must be critical about why there are no reflections of ourselves. I saw a lot of limp bodies being dragged away by police (I'm willing to accept that making yourself really really heavy is on the spectrum of resistance tactics). But where is the footage of the bodies in revolt? Where are the disablised/racialized bodies engaged in active dissent (and not portrayed as hapless targets for police)? How does that reportage legitimize only certain kinds of resistance when it is ensconced as 'archive-of-resistance'? The press-release manifesto document written by the group shortly after the event self-identifies the activists as 'defenseless lesbians and gays'. Who are these revisionists? # Survival & The Impossibility of Justice # I don't know about you, but I know a lot of resilient queers. To throw your hands up powerlessly and declare to be 'Against Violence' (while at the same time participate in occupying unceded indigenous land) is to fundamentally misunderstand it. You cannot renounce something without doing violence. We cannot build anything in 'The Village' without complicitly (with police and the corporation of Montreal) erasing the originary one. Our responsibility as archivists, historians, activists, is to move toward justice by navigating (and mitigating) violence. Our generation has an incredible historical burden: to bear the weight of the entirety of history that has come before us, to take apart all the structures that brought us here but also to do the work laying foundations for a just future that is to come. There is no way to provide recompense to all the broken bodies that have come before us; we have a responsibility to an impossibly huge debt. I hope to find a way to explain that justice (proper) is possible only when acting ahistorically opens up a path. # Security Cultures # My only experience dealing with MTL Police in an antagonistic setting has been from living through the "student" protests. When reviewing the youtube clips from 1990, I noticed a stark difference in their "riot gear" and loadout from what I am used to witnessing. I even thought to myself "I would never let somebody hit me like that. I could disarm that cop so easily, why is nobody resisting?". The panel discussion would later reveal that there were snipers on the roof (!!!), so I can appreciate the tone of 'surrender' more, perhaps, but I am still interested in thinking about how cultures of resistance develop out of these kinds of archived crises. I don't have a continuum of personal historical experience dealing with protests, but I am (we are) informed by techniques and security cultures that have developed out of collective struggle. It's not possible to archive all the protests, worldwide, since 1990 that have contributed to cultures of resistance, but collectively we craft something pretty darn resilient. We borrow, we learn, we forget, we remember (the casseroles, for example, were an exported tactic of resistance). We've had a lot of time since then to "up our protest-as-archive game", and the increasing militarization of the police necessitates learning new tactics of navigating violence. (Q: Where is the committee of "gays and lesbians against sound cannons"? A: Drinking mimosas unapologetically on a village terrace). # Community Responsibility # So if violence is inescapable, and justice is approaching impossibility, where does that leave us. How then are we to act responsibly? We must find a way to dance along the knife-edge of the "antagonistic involvement of memory and forgetfullness". Arendt speaks of community responsibility in terms of 'promise', a kind of promise that arises "directly out of the will to live together with others in the mode of acting and speaking. If without action and speech, without the articulation of natality, we would be doomed to swing forever in the ever-recurring cycle of becoming, then without the faculty to undo what we have done and to control at least partially the processes they have let loose, we would be the victims of an automatic necessity bearing all the marks of inexorable laws...". This promise is linked to memory (of the archive) and therefore to every structure that has borne us to our current historical position; it anchors us to our past through what we record and how we remain 'witnesses' to history. Our humanity makes implicit and automatic another, secondary, promise. This is the promise of forgetfullness (that includes both decay and forgiveness as its sources). Forgetfullness asserts itself at the exact moment history becomes memory, and swells to fill all the spaces left blank. Compared against the first promise (memory, which is a looking back), forgetfullness plants itself firmly in the present, opening up like a wound (or a LIGHT) toward the future. It is only from these ahistorical ruptures that the possibility for justice can exist. Firmly rooted in the past, our politics and institutions are poised to exert control over our futures up to the exact point where their continuity is ruptured; it's only as sovereign individuals, acting freely and testing the foundation of every historical pillar with a sledgehammer, that we can dismantle the structures that bind us and prevent us from non-violent relations to the other (in the future). How then, to act ahistorically and with intentionality? How do we build pillars of promise that open toward the future without trampling over others? How do we build resilient communities and support networks? We must find a way to act/fight/love/resist DIFFERENTLY THAN EVER BEFORE if we are committed to the possibility of a just future. # "Teen Fags Rule This Hood" # I was happy that Christina brought up some examples of community based responses to neighbourhood security (like the Lavender Panthers!?), because I am quite interested in those sorts of projects, and I feel like last night's question of "how do we push back?" wasn't fully addressed. Sadly the Panthers' project (as well as the others briefly listed) were hopelessly doomed; a racist (or exclusionary) anti-oppressive project is an automatic failure (sorry "take back the night", the night is not given willingly). I understand that me posting here is a kind of wound in security culture itself, but I wanted to shyly raise my hand and say "there are other ways." Contemporary, peer-based examples include the NYI, a group of friends and survivors who were responding to increased violence in NY's village, but whose origin arose out of the lack of police response to the numerous murders of sex workers (by the so-called craigslist killer). The initiative is doing something quite different now, but it's still a good, semi-local, semi-recent example of peer-based community responses. Montreal has a small, unaffiliated team of costumed activists as well, but we are much more low profile. The rhetoric of being a 'superhero' is ultra problematic (you can declare yourself a hero as readily as you declare yourself an ally), but it provides a framework of understanding regarding these kinds of projects (aka why I would put on kevlar and go looking for trouble while sane folks are sleeping soundly in their beds). There is a kind of hungry voice that keeps me up at night that keeps whispering "there's more that you can be doing". I know I'm not alone. We need it all. We need all the tactics. We need the kiss-ins, the re-blogs, the petitions, the bake-sales, but we also need direct actions, we need harm reductive strategies, we need to remember all the different ways to resist. # Health Privilege & Skill Sharing # I believe that as folks who ID as activists, it is our responsibility to act in the interests of community to the edge of our own personal limits. We need front-line folks, but we also need HTML experts. At the risk of 'burning out', we need to find ways to support each other with whatever vectors of privilege we happen to wield. If we agree there, then it would follow that we have an active responsibility to share, develop and LEARN new methods of survival. When you see a crisis on the streets, what are the barriers for you to intervene personally? Do you know self defense? De-Escalation? Could you teach it? Do you want to learn? What about first aid? Do you know how to administer Naloxone? If a street youth asked you where the closest shelter was, could you tell them? I firmly believe we can strengthen the community by becoming more resilient ourselves. # Surveillance vs. Sousveillance # Surveillance was barely touched on during the discussion, but I wanted to bring up a counter-point to the top-down, arms-length approaches to 'monitoring community safety', which is of course the inverse concept of 'sousveillance'. One of the ways that I try to be present and accountable to the city is by patrolling with my very own, hands-free, High Definition archiviolithic device (my GOPRO). I have so much recorded footage of street life that others will probably never see. Having the camera with me allows me to be 'present' to crises as a more resilient witness. Street life is dangerous, and we know that the montreal police have a bloody history of violence against marginal folks (https://cobp.resist.ca/). Being present to record ("without interfering") an altercation between police and folks who would have otherwise been stripped of their agency can literally be a game changer in how the scenario plays out. I am sad-happy to report that I have zero footage of police playing 'bad cop' (but plenty of personal witnessing). I think there's a correlation. Beyond recording the city, I think that's it really possible to actively increase the chance of being in the right place at the right time to intervene in crises, by making yourself more available to the city. I know this is a hard sell, but there is a spectrum of action available to you, from leaving 'Le Stud' one drink early to scout the village for any drunk or lost folks in need of assistance to putting on a kevlar vest and putting your own body in between sex workers and assaulters. Maybe you have an OPUS card and a free Friday night: get together with some peers and spend the night hanging out while riding the metro. I guarantee that you will find a way to intervene in a crisis that does not require turning to the SPVM. Maybe it starts there. If you are hungry too, then join me on the streets. Love and Light Forget Gandhi, remember Bhagat Singh xx #lookaftereachother PS. I decided to share a short clip from a needle cleanup and patrol with a friend. You can see the exact moment where this private, ahistorical moment becomes archive (where I look at the camera to see if it just recorded what happened). I trimmed away our initial conversation (and what took place after), and thereby commit violence. In the name of love. I hope you can see what I mean about navigating violence and being present to the community in radical ways with this 1 minute clip. (And no, I don't actually identify with Batman; rich old dude so disconnected from his community that he needs a signal in the sky to tell him where he's needed, pfft). PPS. Shout-out to the cutie in one of the front rows reading 'UPRISING'. If there's a fire in your belly you gotta let it out.
You go girl, marigny. Abandoned house
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"I didn’t know what to wear this morning."
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Your blog and life make me so unbelievably happy. Don't ever stop what you're doing.♡
This blog is just a snippet of things I have found some words to share about my time on the streets. I haven't posted about most of what I've seen or dealt with, because so much of what occurs involves vulnerable folks in intimate moments of personal desperation. It's not enough to just collect these encounters in a logbook; that would betray the intense emotional attachments I have as well. Let me try to explain with an example.One night this past winter, on patrol downtown around 4am, I heard a quiet sobbing echoing ghostlike from a door that was propped open. I followed the crying down that fire escape staircase to sub-basement 3, where I found a man slumped against the wall, wheezing and moaning alone in total darkness. He thought I was the police at first, but I used some light to show him who I was. I recognized him and remembered his story. I knew he was dying of cancer and that he had a legendarily painful hernia; under his shirt a large mass of bulbous flesh hung like an offset pregnancy. His jaw was rotting away, but none of that was new pain for him. I asked 'R' why he was crying and he told me that it was his daughter's birthday. She was killed 9 years ago, as a child, by a drunk driver. He was beside himself with his grief and his memory and I was totally powerless to do anything about it. I couldn't cure his cancer, heal his body, or return his lost child. I held him in a tight hug while he cried. That close to him and you can hear his tumour gurgling with liquids as his chest is heaving. I stayed until he fell asleep, and locked him in (as per his request) before heading back to the streets.
I haven't told this story because it's a non-event. There was no crisis but sadness. There was no resolution, just my witness.Thanks so much for the kind words. I'm glad what you see makes you happy, but from where I'm standing, when I look back at this project, I see a lot of sadness. There's still so much to do in our communities. We need to look after each other.LS
You truly are a super hero, I just scrolled down your blog and am inspired to help people. You're amazing.
While I don't exactly identify as a Super Hero (it's not enough to just call yourself a hero (or an ally), but you can be doing heroic things (or be actively operating in solidarity with others in their struggles)), it is a concept that I borrow from in the hopes that it does inspire folks. The whole point of this mask and suit is demonstrating that anybody could be under here. You live in MTL, Try an experiment: why not go for a walk sometime late at night with some friends. See how long it takes before y'all find yourselves in the right place at the right time to help somebody out. You'll be surprised how quickly it might happen. How does that change the way you think about where you live and the people around you?If you do want to help people, consider donating some of your time to an organization that does work in the community; there's lots to be done!
LS