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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Occupy Democracy

At 11 p.m. on Day 1 of Occupons Montreal, the camp already looked like a little village. There were about 100 tents and 400 or so campers. Above our heads was a patchwork of tarps that protected the campers from the rains that were driving down. The village already had its institutions: there was a kitchen, a free store, a library and an information booth.
Some people were playing bongos, djembes and other percussion instruments. Others yelled for the drummers to stop. "It's 11 p.m.," they said. "The police said we could stay here, but only if we stopped making noise at 11 p.m." This got some of the drummers riled up. "Are we going to just go along with what the police says? Aren't we here to protest all that shit?" The argument started to escalate, and it seemed for a minute that this single, unified camp would already split into two.
One protester grabbed the megaphone and addressed the crowd. "We can't just separate into two camps. If even one person makes noise, everyone may get kicked out and not be able to come back. We have to come to a consensus on what to do."
There were scattered nods and cheers in the crowd. A speaker then proposed that they stop making noise everyday at 11 p.m., and invited people to speak for and against the proposal. One by one, the megaphone was passed to different speakers, who expressed diverse arguments, but there was one speaker who made a statement that almost no one could contest: "We want to stay here. What's more important, making noise after 11, or being able to stay here for awhile and get the message out?"
Instead of clapping and cheering, the people lifted up their palms and wiggled them back and forth, a gesture that signifies assent. After that, the crowd hushed, the bongoes stopped playing, and people quietly went to bed. The 11 p.m. quiet time rule was one of the first of many decisions that Occupons Montreal made through what is called "direct democracy", the decision-making model of choice for Occupy camps world-wide.
The typical, now cliché, criticism of the Occupy movement is that the occupiers cannot agree on what their demands are. It is a little-known fact that when the movement was conceived, by Adbusters magazine, there was "one simple demand" – that Obama hire "a presidential commission to separate money from politics" (Adbusters).
Somehow, that "one simple demand" multiplied on the march to Wall Street. Protesters held aloft picket signs calling for everything from closing down central banks to funding social programs to ending foreign wars. Although this flurry of issues certainly dilutes the message, the issues we currently face have become so intertwined that it is almost impossible to talk about them independently. As it stands now, it is difficult, if not impossible, to use politics to get money out of politics, because politicians rely on money from the very people and institutions who have corrupted the system.
While the Occupiers do not have a clear, unitary demand, they do share core values and those values can easily be named – equitable distribution of wealth, accountability for financial institutions, and care for the planet. When it comes to ideals, there clearly is wide agreement.
But do the occupiers have a practical system in mind that will redress the world's ills? Well, does anyone? Even if anyone did, it is problematic to establish a system from the top down. Many top-down attempts at system change have failed catastrophically: Take the rise and fall of of the USSR as a case in point. The occupiers may be more idealistic than practical, but that is not necessarily a disadvantage. After all, if a society focuses on shared ideals, rather than a specific system it adopts to serve those ideals, then the society becomes less susceptible to rigid dogmatism that prevents systems from adapting, changing and breathing.
If we ever do create a society that lives up to the Occupier's ideals, I don't think it will be based on a single, unitary system, but a "system of systems," each developed by trial and error and fine-tuned to fill specific niches, whether they be at the local, national or global level. There would be redundancy, certainly, but in such a network, no system would be "too big to fail" and no system so small that it could not rise to the rescue if failure did occur. Such a network of systems would look a lot like – well – life.
If we are to build an equitable society that is sustainable, both economically and ecologically, this can only begin, as life did, with small-scale experiments. In the end, any concrete demands that the Occupy Movement comes up with may not be nearly so significant as the process by which they arrive at those demands. The message is in the medium. Whether deciding to ditch central banks or stop making noise at 11 p.m., the occupiers know they must decide together. They are sharing a finite piece of grass together, and if they are to stay there for the long haul, then they have come to an agreement that works for everyone.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

The Cancer Complaint Line

Recently my close friend called to say her mother, a cheerful, sweet woman of 51 died of Cancer. That would be the second friend of mine who lost a parent to Cancer this year.

I wish I had someone to blame. Someone to yell at and abuse and call a ruthless, selfish imbecile. I wish Cancer were a person. I wish I could reach Cancer by phone, that Cancer had a 1-800 number.

I'd rather speak to Cancer in person of course, but at very least I wish I could rail at some apologetic, meek secretary who'd say, "I'm sorry. Cancer's not here. He's very busy at the moment."

"I know," I'd yell, and slam the phone down.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Sound the Alarm! She's Got Clementines!

On my way to Switzerland, I changed planes in Washington D.C., and though I was scheduled to spend all of two hours in the United State of America, I was obliged to spend almost as much time in US customs. (I guess they have a big problem with Canadians selling duty-free marajuana at US airports.)

I've always been truthful beyond my own better interests, so when they asked if I had agriculture products, I checked "Yes," naively supposing that even US customs would not make an issue over five clementines from Morocco.

Well.

They somberly led me to the agriculture office, where this stern-faced security guy gave me the "shame, shame" glare, and now, oh, my darling clementines are lost and gone forever.

Now this is of course a lamentable loss of clementines from Morocco, but you can never be too careful. This is why I advise you all to lie on your US customs forms, even though I'll probably get red-flagged for writing this.

I'm sure the American people breathed easier to know the offending fruit was detonated when they heard, on the evening news, that customs seized five clementines from Morroco. (And they didn't even know those clementines were injected with Anthrax, Mad Cow, and cheap Canadian beer.)

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

The jobs they`re stealing

If I ever hear any Canadian so much as utter some variation of “the Mexicans are stealing all our jobs,” I’ll steal their money and send them on a one-way trip to Mexico. I spent a week last month harvesting squash on a farm in Rougemont. I was an odd anomaly. There were few Canadians. Most of the labourers were Mexicans. This is not because farmers are too racist to hire North Americans.

Okay, I don’t mean to generalize about a country and its people, but from what I saw, Mexicans work hard. Actually, immigrants in general work hard. I believe this is a statistical fact.

Oddly enough, squash do not observe labour laws. They are ripe all at once, 24 hours a day. Mexicans also do not observe labour laws. While the Canadians all break after eight hours, the Mexicans keep going – 10, 12 hours. This is what squash and farmers need, because there is only a small window during which you can harvest anything before it starts going funny. That is why farmers like to hire Mexicans. But they don’t exclude you or I. Working at a farm everyday merely involves going up to Agri-Job, showing your SIN card, getting a free ID card and a free trip to just about any farm in the vicinity of Montreal. But there are few Quebecois who do this. But great deal of immigrants – especially Mexicans – do.

The next time I hear some absurdly ignorant Canadian say, “They’re stealing all our jobs,” I’ll tell them to take the free 5:30 bus, go out to a farm, work 12 hours a day for $8 an hour and see what kind of jobs they’re “stealing” from us.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Eerie, creepy

How services like geocities, hotmail, let`s face it - pretty well all Internet-based services - monitor your browsing history and give you ads you think you`d be thrilled to see. So the ads I`ve lately been getting look something like this: "Cycling adventure - click here!" "Get your dream job!" "Used imacs!" I am not at all thrilled to see these ads, actually. They make me squeamish. I`d feel more comfortable with ads on SUV`s and golfing; then I would know they couldn`t possibly have a clue what`s going on in my head.

It spooks me to think what they`ve got on me. That there might be a whole network of Internet servers on me that store every scrap of information on me so they can `serve me better.`: my eye colour, my employment history, and my favorite food. Soon after I`ve posted this I`ll probably see an ad that reads, `Block out personalized advertising!`which will in fact do the contrary.

I refuse to click these links. Refuse to click! We have to stop this tyranny of mind probing Internet `services.`

Friday, September 30, 2005

We Begin

This is it. The beginning. Everything has a beginning: a human life, a universe, a blog. More shall follow. Stay tuned