It's a four letter word, but doesn't exist. I can't say it enough. I want to go home, home home.
I don't have one. This is my 'home' now. I've made it that way. It's my little dark cave in the corner of the house. Internet access, hot water, food, and an air conditioner. That's pretty much all I need to live. I type and type and words flow, but cash does not. I do not care for the poverty I'm experiencing, but it comes with being a student without a job.
But you already know that story. Today's dilemma is one of heart-wrenching angst. Yeah, I went there...
The G20 comes to an end now, and everyone is returning home, slowly. People I know have been mistreated by the police, and my godfather may have been arrested. He is a cameraman for CTV. The question that boggles my mind is this: "why the G20? they're not even paying attention..."
The leaders of the 20 largest superpowers were not concerned with the protests going on outside of the convention centre. In fact, they even mocked the mass riots occurring stating that "we hope the Toronto police can take a break after all this". Why protest at one of the most secure summits ever, when the likelihood of violence and anarchy is beyond affirmative?
Hope.
There's only one reason why anyone in their right mind would grab their torch and pitchfork (metaphorically speaking) and head to Toronto on that weekend. They have hope, in the failing system, the shameful government of Canada and around the world, that things would change. Maybe.
But they didn't, and now what? You're stuck in a detention centre, probably not going to be charged (based on what evidence?) and then you go back to your daily grind tomorrow.
Back to being a part of the big machine.
It goes to show that having a voice is one thing, knowing how to use it is another. As I sit here, popping tylenol and drinking hot tea as I fight off a bad bout of tonsillitis, I think I know where I stand. I wish I could have been there, but for what?
To save you, and to show you why I care.
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