Quiet Riot

One year after the riots that robbed us of our trust in our governing forces, 365 days since we were forced to question authority, and weeks after our sister city, Vancouver, reminded us of the power we as a people can muster, only now are our questions beginning to be (un)answered. There is a lot one could say about what the G20 summit in Toronto showed us about ourselves. With the recent release of information by the Toronto Police, the discussions of right and wrong have become so tangled in each other that it’s hard to gather your own valid opinion without having to rely on the images that have been crammed down our throats. When the police investigate themselves, how can you believe anything written and processed this long after it happened? Whether it be the excessive use of force, violent outbreaks, unfulfilled duties, so on or so forth, my intention here is to share the scene as I recorded it through my eyes, ears and heart…

 

Walking through the streets you could feel tension so thick in the air you could cut it with a butter knife. A sort of underlying fear running like chills throughout your bones. It is was what initially linked protesters and officers alike. I witnessed the emotion in people’s faces as the massive crowds merged into stand-offs all over the city. Some anticipating the worst, others about to incite it. Laughter mixed with chanting and call signals echoed through the streets desolately. But this was only a diversion. As hordes of police herded the confused protesters away from tactical points, anarchists, hillbillies and social activists (organized and unorganized) caused minor damage to storefronts at random. Chaos should be reserved for the running of the bulls in Pamplona. This was nothing more than re-creation out of expectation. A riot was the expectation. So, those wanting to be “part of something” re-created what they thought a riot should be. Possibly believing it to be a once in a lifetime experience. Perhaps, thinking they’d never make it to Pamplona. A lot of broken glass, insurance claims… Nothing was looted, no one was injured, purpose was lacking. This was no riot.

Meanwhile war ensued between the police and protesters. Complaints about wastes of money, rights, peace, puppet governments; pretty much anything that can be argued by waving a handmade sign over your head was argued here… to the police… to the mindless sheep in wolves clothing. *sigh*

As people shouted for answers from the bottom tier, cop’s tempers grew. You’re either with us or against us. So, the crowds took it upon the idolatry of the police force… their cruisers. As mice, they set fire to abandoned cars left by the uniformed felines, too busy chasing their own tails around the city to stop it. They soon had enough cat and mouse and decided to pounce; to hunt the infesting vermin. Any and all were potential prey. When you have an infestation you don’t stop to check-in with morality… you crush.


The police managed to organize themselves and went on a detaining spree. It was understandable how people could get caught up in the scene. Hanging out behind enemy lines blurs your innocence. Too bad retaliation began after the anarchists had their fun. These were just the stragglers, the stupid, or the unlucky. Not the deserving.


However, for us to judge one peon from another is moronic at best. We become so blinded by emotion that blame is the first release we look for. Often, we pawns get caught up in a glorified game of chess. The police have families to feed, lives to lead and egos to boost. Likewise, protesters have rights to protect and misinformation to fight.

We mustn’t forget that all of this is the result of a trickle down effect. Both sides become blind to the “Men upstairs” issuing commands. This is the modern day monarchy known as the G20 (or whatever alpha-numeric combination they wish to use). Allowing themselves to avoid our modern statutes of government, exterminating the vote with power… The absolute power of secrecy. Slowly and more gradually, they are realizing the true force of their coalition. They realize that democracy can be as one-sided as a dictatorship as long as their true faces stay behind closed doors.

Self-realization can be a bitch sometimes. Knowing the truth about ones-self and the world around you is much more difficult than finding ignorance in bliss. But if you don’t stop researching, if you don’t investigate, probe and seek answers to everything (and I mean EVERYTHING), then you’ll never realize your own true power lies in knowledge. Not with the bulls.

~Love

 

One year after the riots that robbed us of our trust in our governing forces, 365 days since we were forced to question authority, and weeks after our sister city, Vancouver, reminded us of the power we as a people can muster, only now are our questions beginning to be (un)answered. There is a lot one could say about what the G20 summit in Toronto showed us about ourselves. With the recent release of information by the Toronto Police, the discussions of right and wrong have become so tangled in each other that it’s hard to gather your own valid opinion without having to rely on the images that have been crammed down our throats. When the police investigate themselves, how can you believe anything written and processed this long after it happened? Whether it be the excessive use of force, violent outbreaks, unfulfilled duties, so on or so forth, my intention here is to share the scene as I recorded it through my eyes, ears and heart…

About W.S. Rivera

Roberto Rivera is established, in the sense that he has both his feet planted firmly on the ground with his head suspended 40 feet in the air above his body.