lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
Okay, so let me make something clear.

I love Toronto.

I love our ridiculous architecture. I love our giant penis with its accompanying lone testicle (it's called the Skydome, guys, Rogers Centre my ass). I love our land made of garbage.

I love the U of T campus. I love Queen's Park. I love the ROM, even with its giant spiky tumor. I love the Science Centre.

I love Yonge Street. I love Spadina. I love the Danforth. I love the hour-long walk from Bloor to Eglinton. I love all the movies that film here and try to pretend it is New York. I love the TV shows that film here and don't.

And the assholes who decided to host the G20 in the fucking downtown core, and the assholes who decided to pass secret laws denying us the rights we expect—the assholes who decided to let cop cars burn while they were busy harassing and assaulting peaceful protesters, the assholes who decided to beat up journalists, the assholes who decided to arrest more people than have ever been arrested en masse in the history of the country and then treat them all like shit: as far as I'm concerned these people have just walked up to the city I love and punched it in the face.
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
That G20 thing that just happened in my city?

Here is some of the shit that went down, and the original link. Um. Trigger warning for... I don't even know. Police state bullshit. Inhumane treatment of prisoners.

I know it's selfish of me, but (fuck it, that was the depression speaking, I'm allowed to have personal reactions) one sentence really caught my eye:

We heard stories of at least one person with Type 2 diabetes inside the Centre who had been deprived of insulin and fell unconscious.

Yeah. I'm... just going to cry now. Mom had Type 1, not Type 2, but somehow I don't think that would have mattered.

This is not my city anymore.



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