This is a discussion – one of many that will take place today – which would not be happening without the willingness of thousands of people to take to the streets, put their bodies on the line day after day, for months on end, and, at the time of this writing, with no apparent end in sight. For that, I am deeply grateful.
On May 16th I decided to join the protest march downtown. This was the 94th consecutive day of protest, but the first night march I had attended. I had also marched on April 22nd for Earth Day (infused for me, as for many others, with the specter of the ongoing student strike situation) and the 200 000 strong March 22nd “manif”.