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MOCK FUNERAL PROCESSION PRESSURES CONCORD PACIFIC

MOCK FUNERAL PROCESSION PRESSURES CONCORD PACIFIC

  On July 5th, about 80 Downtown Eastside residents and friends marched from Pigeon Park to the site of Concord Pacific’s proposed condo development at 58 W. Hastings and then on to Concord’s glitzy Pre-sentation Centre at the south end of Carrall St. At the Centre, the marchers chanted “Concord: Get Out!” over and over. Then Streams of Justice pre-sented a tableau from the back of a pickup truck decked out with a paper maché person labeled “Downtown Eastside” who wore a hangman’s noose around his neck. Dave Diewert presented this speech showing how the Downtown Eastside is being colonized by developers from outside the community who are denying the humanity of the community to justify destroying it:
Hear Ye, Hear Ye
  What you are witnessing today is the tragic and unnecessary elimination of a real community at the hands of profiteering developers and supportive city officials.

Recall the explorers of old.
Sustained by financial backing from state and priv-ate funders, they sailed off to “discover” new lands, fuelled by a desire for untold wealth and resources.
Their journeys led them to distant places, where they encountered communities of people and complex cultures they did not know or understand. And in-deed the land was rich in resources and potential wealth-creation. They earnestly longed to possess it
so they used their power to remove the people who stood in their way, through deceptive legal strategies philosophical and theological argumentation, and the violent use of coercive force. Rooted in an ideology of cultural superiority, they destroyed indigenous people and their cultures to clear the way for their own appropriation of land and wealth.
Today we have new explorers; they are the large real estate developers who are invading the community of the Downtown Eastside in order to appropriate the land and acquire for themselves great wealth.

  They build condos for wealthy city-dwellers and displace the current low-income residents of the neighborhood. They promote their efforts as creating “communities for world-class living” while the actual community of people struggling with poverty, ill-health and trauma are removed from serious consideration and criminalized.
 Real estate speculation, increased rents, soft conver-sions, loss of land, and the influx of upscale ameni-ties are the local fallout of this invasion of condo development, and it means displacement, eviction and increased homelessness for the people of this community.
And city officials applaud and approve this pattern of settlement (aka, community development). They imagine a mixed neighborhood, one more inhabita-ble for the “deserving” members of the society. Its proximity to the downtown core makes it an envia-ble place for aesthetic impulses. Using the rhetoric of “revitalization” and urban renewal, they give their stamp of approval to the numerous applications for development permits.
  The Downtown Eastside is being appropriated into a scheme of upscale, world-class development, legit-imated by city officials and their regional plans, and fuelled by an ideology of free-market investment and visions of a world-class city.
  This inevitably entails the loss of land and services for the majority low-income residents of the neigh-borhood, the displacement of individuals from their homes, the increase of homelessness, and above all, the destruction of a real, vibrant, creative, courage-ous community.
  For this we grieve … and we resist, by bearing wit-ness to what is happening and by formulating our own vision of this neighborhood, and demanding its implementation.
  We are here, and together we are strong.


                                             
 

 

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Luxury Condo Invasion = Death of Community

Luxury Condo Invasion = Death of Community
  We proceeded festively from Pigeon Park with 50-60 people, many in death-mask makeup and carrying dual-use tombstone-picket signs.  We first went down to Concord's 58 W Hastings site, with a bagpiper and two 10' banners proclaiming "Condo Construction means Community Destruction" and "We Need Social Housing, Not Condos."

 A smaller banner with a skull-faced conquistador said "Stop Developers 'Discovery' of DTES."  Another, simply "Concord! Stop! -- Terry Hui! Stop!!"  Hui owns Concord and lives by himself in one of his towers on False Creek.
  The Streams of Justice tableau truck met us at 54 W Hastings with costumed performers and a shockingly realistic effigy of a hanging figure on a gallows, representing the possible death-by-condo of the DTES.
  From there, police held the traffic as marchers did a winding, two-lane parade on Hastings, Columbia, Expo Blvd, Carrall, and Pacific Blvd-- to "Concord-Pacific Place."  It's just a giant parking lot, equipment dump, and jumped-up condo sales office.  It squats on part of what Concord promised would be "9.5 acres of rolling parkland and tennis courts"-- the long-delayed (15 years) Creekside Park completion needed by residents of nearby CityGate, Chinatown, TinselTown, and DTES residents.   [See False Creek Residents Association website.]
  We marched through the Concord parking lot to the presentation (sales) centre, which was locked up tight with three police on guard.  We planted our cardboard tombstones in the grass and garden areas-- each tombstone marked the 'passing' of recently emptied hotels and the number of rooms lost.
  Kat Norris and friends filled the damp air with song and drumming.  From atop the truck, Streams of Justice did their tableau performance of DTES resilience and resistance despite the development "hurricane" in the neighbourhood that developers want to promote and profit from.
  Diane Wood ullulated.  Harsha Wallia and Wendy Pedersen wielded the bull horns, led chants, and spoke.  So did Joan Morelli, Jackie Robinson, Sandra Pronto from CCAP, and Miriam, Anita, Betty, and DJ from the Women's Centre.
  The rain never quit, so the two 10' banners turned to pulp early on.  But the marchers never quit, either.  They got satisfactory media coverage, including Global TV, CKWX with comments by David Eby-- and CBC radio captured the eloquent remarks of Carnegie's Joe LeBlanc:

"Concord's telling people 'buy one, rent out the unit, come back in 5-6 years and the poor people will be gone.'   But there's no damn way in hell we're leaving." he said
                                                             - Rider Cooey


 

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Rhizome Café * Arts Venue * Community Space

Rhizome Café * Arts Venue * Community Space
317 East Broadway
Vancouver, BC, Coast Salish Territory

Homes for All Fundraiser:  “Stand for Housing”
Thursday, July 17, 7:00
  Youth Helping the Community is raising funds to purchase banner-making supplies for their weekly Stands for Housing.  The group—a self-governed and self-empowered committee of youth, ages 13 to 24—plans to go nationwide, raising awareness on homelessness and trying to reinstate the national social housing program.  The evening will include a variety of youth-driven performances. $5-
$10 donation, but no one turned away for lack of funds.
Glenna Garramone’s CD Release Show
Thursday, July 24, 8:00
  Join Victoria’s avant-folk songstress, Glenna Garramone, as she celebrates the release of her new CD,  Seasky-Starsong.  See
www.glenna-g.com$5
Café Rebelde
Friday, July 25, 7:00
  Join us for this monthly informational and social event in support of Latin American social movements.  This month’s topic is “Building the Political Platform of the FMLN (El Salvador.)”  Free
Bi the Way, It’s Our Cabaret
Saturday, July 26, 8:00
Vancouver’s bisexual community celebrates Pride with an evening of great company and delightful coffeehouse-style performances.  A variety show featuring music, poetry, drag and much more, with special guests The Heartfelt Apologies is open to all bisexuals, friends and allies.  Brought to you by The Centre’s bisexual social group.
Admission by donation, sliding scale at the door.
In Concert:  Lehera Trio
Thursday, July 31, 7:30
Lehera is a trio from Bangalore, India and Canada.  The group brings together their roots in North and South Indian classical music and Western musical forms to create a genre that is both energetic and contemplative.  Vocals in English and classical Indian styles intertwine with Hindustani slide guitar, violin, bamboo flutes and vocal harmonics.
$5-$10 sliding scale
Books 2 Prisoners Fundraiser
Friday, August 1, 7:00
As part of this year’s Prison Justice Day organizing, this event will benefit Books 2 Prisoners, a Vancouver collective that sends books free of charge to prisoners across Canada.  Performances by LOUD, readings by Emma Kivisild and Lora McElhinney, and screening of the film “What I Want My Words to Do to You: Voices from a Maximum Security.”
$7-$15 sliding scale (postage to send a book to one prisoner or a box to a group)
Save the Date!
Rhizome Café’s Second Anniversary Extravaganza

Saturday, August 16, 7:00pm
There will be food and music, fun and games, participatory art projects and more!
For more information:   604-872-3166
www.rhizomecafe.ca    rhizome@rhizomecafe.ca

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To My Love

To My Love

I fight myself out of that shell
That shell enclosing me warmly
Protecting me from a hostile world\
That shell – your love.

As the chick will die if she fails
               to break through
So will I in my spirit die
Enclosed forever in your overwhelming
       all-knowing beneficence


                               Wilhelmina

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ROOTS . . .
ROOTS . . .
Roots tarnished – not gone
Embedded beneath skin –
Scarred wounds healed –
Humour runs –
Blood pumps courage –
Love – Lesson from the heart!
Till time ends
                    -Priscillia
           of the witsuwit’en territory

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EXTRA!! EXTRA!! EXTRA!!!

EXTRA!! EXTRA!! EXTRA!!!
READ ALL ABOUT IT
Friday night dance changed to
SATURDAY NIGHT JULY 19TH
7 - 10PM in the Theatre
"PANCHO AND SAL & BANDA LOCA"
  Born in Argentina, Pancho has been writing poems all his life. When he moved to Europe, he began touring in many countries and became a troubadour style musician in the 80's .. During this time, he contributed to making more popular the Spanish and South American music.
  With the Gypsies in the South of France, he created a new dimension of flamenco guitar and rhythms.   After many years of musical exchange with other musicians, his folk music has country, blues, reggae, Peruvian, Spanish and Mexican influences.
 Sal, who was born in England and raised in Canada, started playing accordion and clarinet at an early age. She met Pancho in Peru and compliments the music with accordion, shakers, chachas, bombo and guitar.
 Singing in Spanish, English and French, their music and translations inspires the audiences to participate and sing along.

EXTRA!! EXTRA!! EXTRA!!!
Hum101 Documentary Film Night
changed to
Friday, July 18, starting at 6pm in the Theatre.

Theatre Events in July
Volunteer Dinner: Wednesday, July 16, 4-6pm
Documentary Film Night: Friday, July 18, 6pm
Live Dance Band: Saturday, July 19, 7-10pm
Emergency Preparedness: Monday, July21, 2-4pm
Street Nurse Workshop: Monday, July 28, 1-5pm

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News from the Library
News from the Library
New Books
Abigail Carter’s husband was killed in the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Centre. In The Alchemy of Loss (155.93) she chronicles the tumultuous four years trying to come to terms with her loss that day. This is a personal, compelling look at how grief turned one woman’s life upside down.
  Scientist, diplomat and spy, Aaron Aaronsohn was one of the most extraordinary figures in the story of the creation of Israel. He created a plan for Palestine’s national borders that insisted on partnership between Jews and Arabs. And then, in 1919, he died prematurely and mysteriously. His maps were lost, and his library was destroyed. In Aaronsohn’s Maps (940.48), Patricia Goldstone reveals Aaronsohn’s key role in establishing Israel, and the enduring importance of Aaronsohn’s maps in Middle Eastern politics today.
  Earlier this year, the Vancouver Art Gallery held an exhibition of stunning and varied photographs from the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Truth Beauty: Pictorialism and the Photograph as Art (779), the book accompanying the exhibition, has just made it to the library. It’s full of gorgeous reproductions of photographs by artists such as Julia Margaret Cameron, Baron Adolph de Meyer, Alfred Stieglitz, Edward Steichen and Josef Sudek, all part of a movement which sought to elevate the photograph from a mere mechanical record-taker to the realm of fine art.
 Henry Pepper (821 LUK) is a series of poems set in a Strathcona full of flophouses, artist grottoes, bed bugs, organized crime, and capitalist landowners all fighting to make the place their own. Henry Pepper wanders the alleys of Strathcona pondering deep and not-so-deep questions (Do my feet rub my socks and my socks rub my boots. Or do my boots rub my socks and my socks rub my feet), counting puddles, and pooing.
 Sentenced to Light (821 WAH) documents a series of artistic collaborations between Fred Wah and diverse artists, including performance artist Bev Tosh; visual artist Marian Penner Bancroft; multi-media artist Haruko Okano; video artist Henry Tsang; and photographer, poet, and painter Roy Kiyooka.
                                                Beth, your librarian

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The DTES Youth Festival

The DTES Youth Festival
Hosted by DEYAS– Change the Future
August 16th, 2008.  10am – 10pm
Goals:
  To raise funding for youth street outreach, raise awareness of DEYAS, create understanding around homelessness, addictions and mental illness.
Overview:
  Saturday August 16th  at 10am where we orientate the visual artists about the DTES, take them on a tour and invite them to set up at or around pigeon park  to paint their perspective on homelessness,
addictions and mental health.
  At 11am we set up primed graffiti painting boards at Pigeon Park where we invite the community to come paint their perspectives and give youth an opportunity to create some modern artworks.
 At 3pm we begin our at Victory Square. During that time we will have;
Musicians (Our opening act is by a rapper who wrote a song just for this event voice of the Street!)
BBQ; A FREE STORE; DEYAS TABLE, selling pins, t-shirts and memberships and subscriptions.
  We also hope to give out prizes that day, but have
yet to line that up.
WE NEED HELP! TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE THE FUTURE!
We are looking for volunteers to help with;
* Collection donations of nice free clothing
* selling t-Shirts, pins memberships and subscriptions;
* running the free store/table
* Handing out the food and drinks
* Putting up posters
* Promoting the event by word of mouth – GET THAT FACEBOOK ACTIVE!!!!!!!

WE NEED MORE SPONSORS!
Clothing
Hamburgers, Hot dogs, Pop, Coffee
T-Shirts with DEYAS designs on them
Prizes for the youth
For more information or to get involved please contact Anna Jones at 604-961-9262.

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Our Most Precious Possession
Some time ago a man punished his 5-year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.  Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you Daddy.”
  The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
  The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
  The father was crushed: He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
 An accident took the life of the child a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life, and whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.·
  In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession
                                               Submitted by Adrienne

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Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture

Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture
  The average Canadian may be unaware that the Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture exists. Located in Toronto and supported by federal grants it is restricted to the effects of torture and war in distant lands. For the most part it deals with refugees. Declared to be a voluntary organization the Centre accepts donations. It provides counselling, lawyers, university resources, medical aid and other amenities to those requesting aid.
  This raises the question of whether victims of torture in Canada are no less entitled to these benefits. Cases have arisen where proof of medical experiments performed on unwilling inmates in Canadian institutions have been compensated. Those reported are few in number and disappear from the newspapers after the initial report. The word "torture" is never mentioned. The inference that criminal abuse in Indian Residential Schools was not deliberate removes claim to the extremities of the experience.
  While the Canadian Centre for Victims of Torture does not assume responsibility for accuracy and reliability of information it nevertheless must investigate claims in order to provide assistance. The provision of lawyers by the Centre would indicate that criminal proceedings against perpetrators of crime are being brought to justice.

By VELMA DEMERSON

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Annual July 1st Crab Park Festival
 The Annual July 1st Crab Park Festival had a longer food line-up than ever. 1000 hotdogs with fixings were distributed, as well as 5 boxes of oranges, coffee and iced tea. A face-painter kept the kids happy (as well as the water park).
  A Kelly White Native Starblanket was gifted to long-time event worker Brenda Arrance.
  Two Lilloett native people attended and did a couple of drum songs with Kelly.
  You got to luv the Stinging Hornets, hillbilly & rockabilly band, who sold a dozen $5 original T-shirts. Blackberry Wood was an 8-piece band with horns and Top Drawer did O Canada modern style!
A first-class city event was done for $3,500. Park Board’s Jan Robertson was there and did some interviews for Fairchild TV.
                                                     Don Larson

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DTES Celebrates National Aboriginal Day

DTES Celebrates National Aboriginal Day
 
  Oppenheimer Park was the place to be on June 21 as many First Nations people, Metis people and Inuit people gathered to celebrate their rich culture through traditional songs and dances.
Traditional stew and other foods were given to all that attended. One man that attended the afternoon celebration was Hus-Tu-ees from the Heiltsuk Nation at Bella Bella. He currently works just blocks from the park at the Health Contact Centre. He was celebrating 13 years of being clean and sober and came to Oppenheimer to speak to the people about having a clean lifestyle. "I use to come to this park to shoot up and now I come to spread my message of helping people," he said.
The afternoon ended with traditional drumming as everyone slowly left the celebration at the park.

By Jackie Humber

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POMPEII was a start!!!

POMPEII was a start!!!

The insane have the planet they wanted and have been waiting all this time for what it’s worth; life might be better on the next planet we take over, after the fall of Earth, give me black cats and sidewalk cracks to cross over to and under the ladder I go, if I was getting married I guess we’d have run into each other Oh No! After the fall of Earth why does tomorrow let alone yesterday never arrive?
Tomorrow this tomorrow that tomorrow mass sorrow I’ve never been a leader so I will follow, Pompeii was a fairly brutal start where there is war there is art but how long has art existed in one form or another with everyone living or dying playing their part, like a reprieve from the governor and/or voices in my head overhead while laying in my bed, I need voicemail like a hole in my head, in between voices cheer me on and off – Real Voices I like to chase and perchance destroy at random someone’s life. Do you own this world? Your name is not at the head of the list; according to our head count you simply do not exist – silence time while we recount.
You needn’t worry as we are voices that don’t count like former best friends who foolishly thought things don’t end, I’ve got, have had my lot and maybe will at some point again but just prying the lids off my eyes I only see loose ends, like a day stretched out as empty as a pocket on Welfare eve, then come the excuses: everything I owe I stole and then got ripped off by a thief, quick before they steal home and land here Trust SO Thick here it si written in quicksand, your video games and professional sports being replaced by any and every war, every channel another sad battle between them and those.. giftcards will be griefcards ARE YOU IN? Up to my waist as I wonder how quicksand tastes – yeah, I’m in,
There’s another stain in the sky don’t worry gift counselors are nearby as they stand on guard for thee Oh Canada you could’ve been the coolest country & flushed it all down for all to see and they saw!
                            ROBERT McGILLIVRAY
History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.”
                                                              Abba Eban

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reduce to debase to nothing . . .
reduce to debase to nothing . . .
  I tried calling but you were on the line so I guess that means we won't be meeting for breakfast. Last night you looked exhausted, when after walking and deciding not to go to a movie you caught a cab home. Before my bus arrived after you left I realized there was nothing open around me. The buildings in t he day do not seem to be as noticeable. A bronze statue of a Chinese man sits like a watching guard, in the second story window of an old building. There is no fanfare about the building’s functionality; the bare minimum is employed to make it useful,
presentable. Even without all the people, there is a feeling of humanness unlike the glass and polished every other part of downtown,
  When trying to aspire to illusions of better than, we lose our humanity. The shallowness and harshness of everything is reduced to appearances. There is little interesting community here. This city is designed to be accommodating to the lowest level of culture. Public space is corporate run and we are disenfranchised by this. We lose our humanity in the
mechanization, in the speed by which we get things. There is a rudeness that replaces connection. Our last attempt at participating is reduced to gossip and
perceived personal slights, real or imagined.
 Ego centered, paranoid and suspicious, we greet our fellow with distrust. Women are reduced. Men are reduced. We are enacting a conformity of non reality. The discourse of anything has been systematically reduced to polarities and reductionist ideas. We have not developed relation. The family is cynical; children hate their parents, have no respect for the elders, and are raised absently, without love.
 The "omegas" line up in groups waiting to get into Au Bar, or other college frat-like events, that are about nothing.
  I watched one pretend to throw something at a bicyclist, after scaring them by running up to the rider. It is all a joke, dehumanized outsider.
 The desensitization required to assault a handicap-ped person in a parking lot, for saying something about two young men parking in the handicap parking spot, is a typical aggression that this city fundamentally operates from.
 I’m not sure when Fort Lauderdale took over Granville street, but the spectacle of it is like Barbie barfing in an alley as Ken drops a date rape drug in her drink while she is gone.
  The gallery, the money, the important, rich ones, the politicians, the beige, the right, the boring; have turned this city into nowhere.
                                                          lesadeetree
 

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Transjoke

 Transjoke
Bus drivers with shite in their heads, if all of you were to despair one night would anyone notice let alone know what to dread, they haven’t a sliver of brains then there’s the Skystains with their wooden & electric bats (tasers for you travelers) Please come again!!   not with a loaded gun to my head, you’ll have to do better than that when you &/or me are dead. Progress pushes us back into Stone Age travesties, like waiting 5-20-30 minutes as every other bus goes by… us on the same page? we’re not even in the same library; 20 bucks more to do something you’ve done every day then I see the parade of ‘Sorry Not In Service’  First, I don’t accept your half-mast apology; Second, no one has been able to tell me where Not In Service is or was supposed to be; Third, you’re our Province’s biggest joke – with buses every 20-30 minutes how do you keep your team afloat, a lot of them are also jerks today’s example a driver speeds up as a few people want to get off but Not on His Watch “You stay on til I say stop!!”I watch said driver park his bus to get a coffee while his passengers wonder ‘what the F%x7!’ Then 3 in-a-row the first two just go & wouldn’t you know the 3rd has vomit all over the back seat. “Do you know___? Do you even care!??” I repeat don’t you even dare say I’m sorry. I think I found Not In Service is it supposed to smell like an unwashed armpit?
Security this, security that, to the next driver I see just a friendly fair warning: choose well & wisely the next person at whom you’re going to scream/ yell/berate make irate, hesitate until it’s too late; do Not mention raises & higher fares or you’ll be talking to your higher faith the first or next fare-related death may be yours but back to the driver above bus #2337 as the passengers & I beg in the 17-block walk (some went even farther) I pulled the string to STOP!
Waiting to go the other way don’t even look at the time one little peek as stupid thoughts emerge about defacing a public bus [in other words Crime] I think I now know why people prefer driving alone & very fast, your half-mast apologies mean nothing to you or me but sooner or later it’s someone else’s job & tragedy… these are the last words at least for now & forever – life is about as simple as predicting the weather one more time, for now,

                                    ROBERT McGILLIVRAY

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Coast Mountain ‘proudly’ operates . . .

Coast Mountain ‘proudly’ operates . . .

  It’s not the intent of this writer to paint all bus drivers with the same brush – of having uncaring, aggressive, reckless or even vindictive attitudes towards low-income people, seniors, people with disabilities and others. When incidents are related it should and must be viewed as pertaining to certain individuals who display these negative characteristics and act out against people who only fit into their predetermined stereotypes.
  *An incident whereby a #3 Downtown bus, piloted by a be-turbaned driver, has stopped at the Skytrain at Terminal and Main. An older person steps on and asks the driver if he can get a ride to Hastings. The driver yells, “No. Get off my bus!” The person steps down, mutters “F-you” and walks away. The driver unlatches his seatbelt, reaches under or behind the seat, pulls out a small spade, dashes off the bus to run up behind the man and smack him in the back between the shoulders with the flat of the blade. He gets back on and, while replacing the spade, a woman sitting close to the front says “You just committed an assault with a dangerous weapon!” He eyeballed her and said “Shut up or get off.” She called the Bus company’s “Comments” line with the bus number, time and location of the incident. She didn’t call the police.
  *An incident of an very senior man getting on and as soon as he had shown his pass the driver took off from the stop at a rapid clip, causing the bus to shake and undulate. The senior man said, “Would you slow down? People are being bumped and banged.” The driver slowed and the man let go of the bar at the very front and took a step toward one of the handholds and a seat. He reported that “As soon as I let go of the front bar and was not holding on for a step, the driver just floored it accelerator, making me run to keep upright and crash into the first seat. He did it on purpose.” He went on to say that medical reports on buses have at least 2 calls a week for broken hips, banged shins, falling and otherwise insecure experiences of passengers.
  It has to do with insufficient handholds on the new buses but there is also a statistic that bus-related injuries are up a whopping 43% since the introduction of the newer buses. There is a serious public relations problem with the reputation of these new buses being almost uniformly bad or of drivers being insensitive to the needs of frail passengers.
  This isn’t so much a call for bus horror stories as a call for Coast Mountain to wake up and educate some of their more bigoted or even racist drivers to stuff their attitudes where the sun don’t shine. As usual, most of us wish only to be on board when such incidents occur and maybe see if our ‘hero’ daydreams can give us a chance to stand up for someone getting the bad treatment. Tit for tat, if someone gets on and starts abusing the driver or another passenger, stand up then too.

                                                                PRT

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Hunger for Simplicity . . .

Hunger for Simplicity . . .

Livid bleeding heart – lost
without a safe secure shelter
Torn scared body – emptiness
fills the aching tummy.
Banish inhumane mind – egotistic
developers raping Mother Earth
Wait
Together each of us
From all walks of life
Can merge as one to unite!

              Priscillia Tait

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caste system is a creation of the cunning intellectuals

"The caste system is a creation of the cunning intellectuals of the Medieval Age. In the Vipra Era they wanted to perpetuate their privileged position for their descendants. To achieve this end those cunning intellectuals wrote thousands of books and compiled thousands of God-centred verses only to show that the caste system is a creation of God. This was a psychological way of infusing the illogical idea [of casteism]." (PNS-4)

"Politicians want to accomplish everything through their grandiloquence. By identifying the weaknesses in others and by resorting to bombastic language, they incite one section of people against another so that they can usurp the seat of power and cling to it. Human beings will have to remain vigilant against persons of this type." (POD #26)

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Here Again

Here Again

My dear friends,
I hope your journey has been a safe one
I hope you have found your inner child
Praying to the Great Spirit each day
Will give you guidance.
It will help your inner child grow,
Grow up to be a stronger warrior.

Take everything in perspective
Never feel that you are alone
There are a lot of sisters & brothers
Going through all the pain & suffering.

Give thanks to all creatures
Any one may be your guardian angel
It may be your source of power.

Cleanse yourself by the waters
Give thanks to Mother Earth
For all her healing medicine.

So my dear friend
Go on your healing journey.

              All my relations,
                       Bonnie E Stevens

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