For my friends in the U.S., UK, Australia, New Zealand, China, South Africa, Europe, and Brampton:
h/t The Vanity Press
That happened where I walk along Queen Street to pick up fabric and sewing machine needles, beads and silver chain. I’ll be there on Wednesday with my children, having a mother-daughters’ date.
It was noticed by the NYT:
TORONTO — An escalation of aggressive police tactics toward even apparently peaceful protests at the Group of 20 summit meeting led to calls for a review of security activities… “The amount of money, reported to be in excess of $1 billion, that has been spent on security measures…has been unprecedented,” [Amnesty International] said. “Yet on one hand extensive acts of vandalism and other violence were carried out and on the other hand thousands of individuals felt nervous and uneasy about exercising their right to engage in peaceful protest.”
On Saturday night, when we were out for an ice cream, we saw smoke in the distance. A and I talked with our kids about the 10,000 peaceful protesters and how the issues were not being reported, ignored by the media. Instead only the burning car made the news, the small group of anarchist kids. We picked mulberries from a tree and while we stood on a stone ledge to reach the higher branches a man with long grey hair walked by, stopped for a moment to play his harmonica and gave us a peace sign. I said to my girls, “He was an old hippie.”
“What’s that?” they asked.