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CANADA (is slashing childcare funding)! CANADA (supports torture)! CANADA (is an arbitrary pseudo-geographic entity created to facilitate the upward transference of wealth)!

Monday, March 1st, 2010

The most surprising thing to me about the victory of the People’s Glorious Skate Brigade would have to be just how many Team Canada members live in Toronto - almost all of them on College St. to boot. And they flew back here immediately after the game (before its ultimate resolution, in fact) just to spread the word. That shows spunk. And hustle. And… lack of respect for space-time.

“WE WON!” shout revelers in Little Italy. “WE WON!”

No, listen. The Olympic hockey match you just watched was in Vancouver. You and I are in Toronto. What you propose is impossible. That was some science I just did, there. Free of charge. No, don’t thank me. The fact that you didn’t vomit on my shoes is thanks enough.

I find all this Olympic revelry to be a fascinating study in cognitive dissonance. Canadian government’s approval of torture? Not our problem! Public money subsidizing the tar sands? We have better things to worry about! Genocide of First Nations people? In the past! It wasn’t us! Let it go! Gold medal in hockey? EVERY CANADIAN DID THIS WE ARE ALL THE BEST I AM JOINED IN SYRUPY ORGIASTIC UNITY WITH THE NATION STATE OF CANADAAAAAHHH OH MY GOD IT’S NEIL YOUNG I THINK

Look, while we’re all in A Mood, there are a great number of other things I also didn’t do which I would love to be getting public credit for right now regardless - and, honestly, some things I didn’t do but really should have, for which I might be able to use a little absolution. I’m not above the forgiveness of strangers.

What I’m saying is that I love the idea of all of us going out in to the street and meeting eachother. I just think I’d like it if we could stop shouting. And I must add: I think I might not want us to go back inside - at least, not until we’ve figured out a way to stop doing whatever it is we’ve been doing every day that makes us need such frantic cacophonic fantasy so badly every night.

What I’m saying is that I love the idea of all of us going out in to the street and being happy. I just think I’d like it if first we could all go out own up to also being rather sad. I think the latter will make the former ring so much more true. And I know that sounds simplistic. But so does everything you’re shouting right now - and honestly unless you start shouting poetry, I’d really like to just get some sleep.

The opposite of open

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

I was struck, recently, by a phrase written by one David Weinberg. In the context of the internet, he said, the opposite of ‘open’ isn’t ‘closed.’ “[T]he opposite of ‘open’ is ‘theirs.’”

By the same token I’d say the opposite of “engagement” isn’t “apathy.” It’s “exclusion.”

From what I can tell, Weinberg is part of the open source technology movement. In the last few years, Toronto has seen a real growth in a certain kind of activism driven by people rooted in that movement, and centred around increasing “collaboration” and “engagement” in existing civic structures. I’ve circled around at the edges, occasionally diving in to things like OpenCity, the Creative Spaces and Places conference, and the “Camp” scene. Most recently, there was ChangeCamp, focused on creating “toolkits” for civic engagement.

I go to these events feeling hopeful; I invariably leave feeling let down. And it’s led me to look further in to what we might mean when we speak of engagement or collaboration.

If we speak of collaboration, we’re speaking of open exchange between equals. So, if we say we want to increase collaboration, we’re really saying we want to address barriers to a wider free exchange between equals. Which means we’re talking about inequality. We’re talking about power, and its concentration. We’re talking about class.

I’d say I’m relatively “engaged,” politically. I read the news, from more than one source. I feel I’m familiar enough with their biases that when I read one, I have a sense of what I’m likely not being told; and I’d like to think I’m savvy enough to have some idea of where to look for the missing information.

I chat about “issues” with folks in the neighbourhood. I’m aware of at least a few matters of ongoing concern in my neighbourhood, city, country, hemisphere. If you mention a cause that interests you - poverty, city planning, food security - I could probably name a couple of local activists you might want to speak with, and might have their phone number. I’m on a first-name basis with a number of city Councillors and mid-level city staff.

I haven’t taken political engagement lessons, and at no point was I handed a political engagement toolkit. After all, I was born with one - and my upbringing transparently, by implication and unstated example, guided me daily in its use. I’ve been able to live my adult life as an ongoing, self-directed political engagement lesson.

Though technically hovering around the poverty line, I consider myself middle class: I have an intellectual inheritance, handed down in a good education, lifelong easy access to books, a stable home environment, and countless invisible reiterations of the presumed truth that, as a young white man with (relatively) stable economic support, I can do whatever the hell I like and I’m more or less welcome wherever I go.
(This invisible toolkit has already been called the invisible knapsack (PDF Link). It also seems not too different from what art critics might refer to as “funded experience.”)

And on any given day, I’ll informally encounter folks in the same situation without even leaving my neighbourhood. I didn’t struggle for this. I work for my paycheque, and it affords me the choice of an apartment in well-appointed neighbourhood flush with hipster intellectuals - and enough time to indulge in their leisurely company. You’d know us to see us: we have laptops. We spend hours in rooms that aren’t ours, drinking coffee we didn’t make ourselves. Most but not all of us are likely rather pale.

When we talk about political engagement, we’re talking about time. And if we’re talking about time, we’re really talking about class.

As far as my political engagement, I’ve had the privilege of - god help me - electively devoting hours, every week, for the last nine or ten years, to politics. (To be clear, that’s privilege: “benefit enjoyed only by a person beyond the advantages of most,” not necessarily privilege: “source of pleasure.”) And I get to choose the boundaries of that engagement. I can choose to restrict my definition of the political to procedural theatrics and ideological battles. I’ve rarely ever been forced to mix day-to-day politics with questions of how to put food on the table every night.

You don’t have the same time for politics - especially the rarefied and byzantine governmental sort - when you’re working multiple jobs to take care of multiple kids. You don’t have the same opportunity for political engagement (or at least certain privileged, non-confrontational kinds) if your neighbourhood doesn’t provide inviting, accessible, informal public spaces where you can languish unharrassed. And no new political system, no matter how collaborative, is going to change this on its own.

Of course, marginalized communities (be they formal or informal, be they marginalized by economics, gender, culture, skin colour, physical ability, or any combination of them all), do organize politically - and, in my experience, with more insight and vitality than any of us allowed to fetishize Politics as an identity (and precisely because it’s inconsequential to our survival.)

There are systemic reform projects at least partially rooted in this understanding. I Vote Toronto is pushing to allow non-status people (folks who live in Toronto but aren’t officially recognized as “citizens,” as if that means something) to vote in municipal elections; Better Ballots advocates for a move away from the “first-past-the-post” voting system, partially out of a belief that this will make a monochromatic Council more “representative” of the city it governs.

I support both initiatives, along with any challenge to the unintentional but effective white supremacy (let’s just call it what it is) on Council.

But I’m uncomfortable with the suggestion that because someone in power has roughly the same skin colour or general cultural background as members of certain communities that those communities are then “represented.” It verges on tokenism of the individual in power and - in glossing over differences in privilege that cut across community lines - homogenization of the community in question. And it says nothing of whether “representation” could ever be the same thing as - or even compatible with - real, actual engagement.

“Civic engagement toolkits,” “collaboration frameworks,” “open culture,” and other terms which just seem to naturally come shrink-wrapped in quote marks, are valuable things. Architecture defines spaces. The shape of a container defines what we can and can’t carry. And democracy will never be anything but an ideal if it occurs in discursive spaces not designed for genuinely horizontal and cyclical exchange. (That last sentence comes with bonus quote marks included, for you to insert as you feel: “” “” “”)

I’m all for reform of existing systems, but to what end? Not itself, hopefully - I don’t want to strengthen those systems, because I honestly can’t imagine them existing in a context of real social equality. And if we only tweak high-level political processes to make them more collaborative, we may just worsen that which we’re trying to alleviate: collaborative process makes a system more resilient, it’s true - and if we make the top of the pyramid more resilient, we are arguably presenting a threat to the majority of people toward the bottom.

We can’t increase collaboration without addressing privilege as a central concern, since privilege is by definition exclusive. But then, by the same token, we may be able to increase collaboration by dissolving privilege.

A more collaborative city would be one in which we could assume some certain basic rights: the right to safe affordable housing. The right to meaningful, creative work which enriches you and your community, pays you a living wage, and doesn’t take up too much of your time. The right to healthy, inspiring, engaging living environments. The right to socialization unmediated by artificial barriers of class or culture. The right for communities to have power over themselves, rather than simply (at best) have the ear of those who have the power.

Given these rights, there are many tools, it’s true, which could greatly amplify and enrich our natural abilities for working together. I am all for building those better tools, but only if we have something new in mind to build. If we aren’t talking about the roots of disempowerment, we’re at best spinning our wheels, and at worst hurting those we arrogantly seek to help - and ourselves.

Honestly, the marginalized and “under-represented” (”silenced” might be a better term in many cases) communities in Toronto don’t need anyone in situations of privilege, no matter how clever our deck-chair patterns. But those afforded privilege definitely need those who aren’t. Whether it’s because those labouring under marginalization have developed far more creative collaborative strategies just because it’s been necessary to survival, or because the thing which most excludes them from privilege - working the shit jobs - is the only way the politically privileged can be free to do what they do.

But there are ways in which procedural activism can be linked to actual struggle. When the Ontario Coalition Against Poverty researched and publicized the Special Diet Supplement (a welfare fund kept mostly secret by the province) and organized public clinics at which doctors helped people fill out forms entitling them to SDS money, they were working within the system to help people become less reliant on that system. The workers co-operative model - reorganizing new economic relationships within the shell of the existing economic system - also feels instructive.

People are social beings. We tend naturally toward collaboration. We don’t need to be taught how to do it. We need to not be taught how to not do it; we need - each of us, to widely varying degree - to be freed of countless, daily economic imperatives toward competition, deceit, and selfishness, and disengagement. The economy as it functions relies on disengagement of swaths of people. It enforces it. Suggesting otherwise, suggesting that lack of political engagement within certain communities is due to some inherent disinterest, rather than purposeful systemic barriers - or an understanding that the existing system is hostile toward their interests by design - just strikes me as counterproductive at best.

I don’t have any answers. I’m no working class hero. To be honest I’m not at all sure what the next steps are. But if some basic truths about power and its relationship to decision-making were at least being explicitly acknowledged by the capital-C collaboration crowd, I imagine that would go a long way toward its credibility. I think the true exciting challenge is how those of us in privilege can disassemble and dissolve our own privilege, without new forms showing up to fill the vacuum.

He sure looks pretty tired for a “do nothing” Mayor

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

I can’t be the only one watching a growing concordance between Toronto’s corporate press and right-wing politicians over the last months.

The strategy seems to be: ignore or obfuscate the initiatives of Mayor Miller’s administration in one gesture, then drum up populist outrage over the “do nothing Mayor” in the next. He must be a “do-nothing!” I mean, have we told you about anything he’s doing?

A Mayor is one person, with one vote on Council and some influence over the decision-making process. In other words, a Mayor can really only be as good as her or his Council, and by that metric, sure, I guess Miller has been pretty useless, given a strong minority on Council who believe their entire job is to delay and dilute anything that comes from the Miller camp. In a war of attrition, it’s not whether you win, it’s how slow you lose, and who you drag down with you.

This puts lefties in an awkward position. There’s a lot about Miller’s administration that’s been problematic, but with no viable challenger from the left, progressives are required to put too much time in to defending one man, when we’d really much rather be building a constituency that could push the general drift of Toronto politics out in to a less constrictive space.

If I thought Council’s privateers were co-ordinated enough (there are intelligent right-wingers, operating from principled positions, who one feels obliged to engage with respectfully - this lot doesn’t qualify), I’d call it a masterful strategy - but they aren’t, so let’s just call it a morbidly fascinating side-effect: through constant and judicious application of what in political circles is called “so much fucking noise,” the common denominator of political discourse is kept as low as possible (that would be 2: the binary of black and white, left and right, Abbot and Costello), and people who could be engaged in building that progressive (dare I say radical) constituency are otherwise engaged in keeping the giant zorb of what’s considered reasonable from rolling downhill and rightward.

It’s not long before the “do-nothing Mayor” starts becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. Yet even a cursory overview makes the the “useless” accusation baffling.

Miller was instrumental in opening up new revenue streams for a city saddled by ancient fiscal rules, and negotiating a provincial upload. He oversaw the first freezing of police spending (outside of wages and benefits, which are linked to arbitrated settlements) in memory. He is helping bring new rapid transit to Toronto. He’s prioritized some very promising climate-related initiatives. He’s championed an imaginative and concrete (if controversial) housing plan. He’s empowered staff to actually make progress on the Bike Plan. Among other things.

Just because these things aren’t useful to you personally doesn’t mean they’re useless.

I find the way in which he’s done some of these things (specifically rushing through the Streets to Homes plan) problematic. There are things I wish he hadn’t done. There are plenty of things I wish he would do. There are ways in which he could seriously improve his communications strategy. He could check in with the grassroots sat least, say, once every year or so.

And there were plenty of reasons to find the position the City took up against its employees during the strike really troubling.

Yet, judging the strike deal from the frame of city finances - which, after all, the dailies and news stations seemed to decide, was all we were supposed to talk about anyway - the negotiating position which Miller championed did just save the City a whole titload of money.

But then, those savings won’t happen all at once. Nothing constructive ever does. And that’s the major weakness of any progressive politician, anyone who wants to engage in city-building, as opposed to simple maintenance of the status-quo: it takes time, it consists in details, and requires some imagination - not to mention hope - to understand.

And there is a real, oddly enthusiastic undercurrent of hopelessness running beneath this town. For a particularly loud, slow-to-rouse but hard-to-placate minority, it’s a de-facto civic identity. Maybe that’s endemic to any big city. Maybe it’s just that short-term issues facilitate a whole lot of complaining, which is cathartic, and doesn’t imply the responsibility of optimism.

In any case, it’s the right wing’s bread and butter: bitch and moan about potholes. The taxes you pay are being spent on things. Music was better when you were young. Toast gets burnt more often now that homosexuals are parking hybrids under condos. That sort of thing. Keep discourse as simple as possible. That’s how you’ll keep getting elected.

So the cycle continues. And, with the exception of certain writers, the papers would appear to be eating it up and shitting it back out. You can almost hear publishers across the spectrum popping a collective chubby for the image of Miller swinging in the garbage-tinted breeze. The editorials take an ostensibly populist tone: We’re on your side, Average Toronto Citizen. Nevermind that the folks behind the big desks are all a sufficient number of tax brackets above you to piss down your chimney.

It’s a recession. In some ways, the only bones with any profitable meat left on them right now belong to the state. Miller’s made it pretty clear he’s not interested in privatizing. And let’s not forget that Land Transfer Tax. In a town being built on property speculation, that was tantamount to wealth redistribution. The post-Lastman honeymoon is well over, and I wonder if the decision hasn’t been made: Miller has to go. Because he’s a “do-nothing Mayor.” Facts notwithstanding.

In today’s news: There was no news yesterday

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

Here’s a partial list of people who swore on Monday.

  • Me.
  • Your best friend
  • A garbage collector
  • Zach Galifiniakis (twice)
  • Most of the rest of the planet
  • John Baird

But you only heard about Baird doing it: he’s Minister of Infrastructure, and so… I don’t have an end for that sentence. I don’t know why it was news.

Well, alright, not news. Scandal? No - too grave, too weighty. Just call it a sugary jolt through the pituitary– just enough to get some eyeballs flitting across a paper. ‘Cause, guess what, gentle reader? John Baird just told you to fuck off. How does that make you feel? (Note: the editors do not intend for this question to imply an assumption that you are necessarily capable of feeling anything).

Sure, it’s vaguely satisfying that a Google search for John Baird’s name will now turn up, first of all, the fact that he dropped “the Fuck bomb” (am I doing that right?) at a news conference. And I guess there’s something to be said for the news media occasionally checking in to keep us aware of the character of public representawhat do you mean, front page? Like, the page on the front?

That’s from Wednesday’s Toronto Star, two days after Baird used everyone’s favourite nounverb.

These things make it above the fold (oh good lord, they put it above the fold) for a reason. It seeds the discourse– it gives reporters something they can milk if they hit a patch of slow news days. And, let’s face it, with corporate outlets expanding coverage to Constant and Everything just to stay relevant, ’slow news day’ has pretty much become a business model.

So, for instance, Royson James gets another chance to riff on mayoral strategy (but between you and me, internet, I think wonks and columnists - myself included - too often see complex strategy existing after the fact in what could have also, really, just been a bunch of stuff that happened. It comes from thinking our jobs are more important than they are).

Hold on, what’s that off to the side?

You… really? Seriously?

Torstar’s new thing is burning up inches to let you know they put out a paper yesterday as well. Look, you can trust us! Shit, we do this, like, every day, dawg. Heavy hustlin. You should probably pick up an issue every day, too, and think about the products offered by our fine sponsors. That’d totally work for you.

So, the story there is essentially: today is a slow news day - so slow, in fact, that we are writing not just about how yesterday was also a slow news day, but about how we pretty much straight up told you it was slow news day.

The desperation in the biz is starting to get pungent. Worrying, and exciting. But more on that later.