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26 Jun


I anticipate this will become less contrived as I contribute to it. My goal is to only write after hours, while drunk.

I moved here last week, on Wednesday I think. I’m not entirely sure. Without employment, focusing on the days has become less important. I booked my flight today to Saskatoon and nearly had an aneurism over ensuring the date was correct. But anyway.

While I’m sure you all are interested in the minutia of my life here, I’ll stick to writing something quick about my first protest in Québec.

I was lucky to be relatively unpacked when June 22 rolled around because I could justify leaving for a few hours. As close to 100,000 people rallied in Montreal, we in Québec had a more modest showing. And, by modest, I mean one of the largest rallies I’ve been in, probably since the G20 march on that fateful Saturday in 2010 (the anniversary of which we’re approaching).

I walked out my door and literally bumped into a soon-to-be CEGEP student on his way to the march. Despite our terrible French, he stuck with us the entire time. He starts in the Fall and hopes to make it to Laval for Engineering post-CEGEP.

We walked down Réne-Lévesque to the rally, ran into some people I know from the Student Federation at the University of Ottawa back in the day, waited around. We all heard that the route had been leaked in advance of the march and it would be about five kilometres. I imagined our rallies in Toronto where we struggled to keep people for such a long trek. I’d find out that people here were enthusiastic enough to make the whole march. I noticed the following:

  1. passers-by, including people standing at windows and balconies are overwhelmingly supportive. I can’t over state this. After years and years of rallies in Toronto and other cities, the support I witnessed for the protest is only rivaled by the support I saw from passers-by in Gatineau during other tuition fee protests. Québecers’ support was so obvious that, when we walked up to the old city, you could tell that everyone watching suddenly became tourists, who were a mix of people supportive, not supportive and plain curious.
  2. when the rally tried to change directions, the police formed a veritable barrier making it nearly impossible to pass. While a few hundred did initially, Québeccers tried to re-route the crowd before protesters came face to face with a loud police speaker.
  3. the speakers, with the exception of the speaker from the Parti Québecois, all appeared to be under 30.
  4. the speakers, with maybe one exception, were extremely talented. Their speeches were steady, powerful and all spoke to the need for a solidarity to fight for the social well-being of all Québecers. All were short enough for me to not once think, maaan when will this end??
  5. every time I looked forward or back on one of the massive hills we took on, there were thousands of people ahead and behind. I was shocked at how many people were there.
  6. 6. after the rally, we reconvened on the lawn between the foot of the Assembly Nationale and the wall. Music blared and protesters had a chance to sit. Speeches followed once we were all sitting on the lawn. This was really, really awesome. Ontario: take note.
  7. the crowd was massive and diverse. It was not just students. There were lots of people wearing great costumes and the juggler had red squares on his juggling pins.
  8. that night, we happened upon a rally marching around the fountain on the colline parliamentaire. We sat for about 20 minutes and watched their numbers pick up from a few dozen to a few hundred. A driver in a BMW tried to plow through the crowd (unlike the dozens of cars who put up with the delay and, rather than hitting anyone, simply waited the five minute wait), and a protester broke the car’s window with a casserole. LIKE VULTURES the press ran toward the scuffle faster than the police. Eventually, the car drove away and the protesters went back to their march. This is how radio-canada saw the event. I maintain that it was about as much news as a school-yard yelling match where someone’s ball gets roofed.

I hit my word limit. So, I’ll finish with this:

I live across the street from where I can purchase beer.

I’m spending most my days on a front porch and my laptop.

I’ve already had two requests for people to stay here. Feel free to keep these coming.

I don’t miss Toronto, yet. I’ll keep you posted.