Photo By Berge Arabian
The Canadian Aboriginal Festival, the largest on the continent, wowed the Rogers Centre again this year with its dancers and musical performers. More than 35,000 visitors were welcomed, native and non-native alike. Buffy Sainte-Marie performed on the main stage. The one downer: Department of National Defence recruiters in chamo and their armoured vehicles selling no life like it in the military. Way to kill the vibe, guys.
The plan To put Crown prosecutors in police stations.
The big idea Attorney General Chris Bentley's plan is being sold as a way to streamline trials and rein in cops who've been laying too many charges unnecessarily.
The danger Crowns getting too close to police. It's easy to get trapped in that us-versus-them mentality and feel the pressure to play along. It happens to the best of Crowns.
Photo By Paul Terefenko
African Palace on Bloor off Ossington, is taking the spirit of Santa to the heights of Obama-mania with a giant window painting of the U.S. president-elect carrying a goodie bag labelled "hope." "It's about telling children that they can grow to be like him," says shop owner Mebrat Geb. Fitting adoration for a modern hero.
The number of firearms collected under the cops' cameras-for-guns amnesty program. Shutter to think that a few confused pistol packers thought to show up at Henry's to turn in their steel stick and ammo.
Kindred Cafe staffer Christina Pham on the police bust of popular medpot hangout two weeks ago.
"Kindred was a lot of things to a lot of people, and to everyone our door was always open.
Kindred was not a safe haven for criminals. We never felt the need to hide our presence. We made it a point never to be a nuisance to the neighbourhood, to be friendly and give people a place to go when nowhere else in the city would be so kind.
When I read the news reports making us sound like a big, bad drug ring, I honestly had to laugh. Our refrigerator was full of nothing more than mixed greens and bags of 2 per cent milk, our shelves stocked with Numi teas and fresh-roasted coffee. At Kindred, the only pot ever to be found was in the pockets of customers, responsible medical and recreational pot users.
I've had occasion to smoke with some of them - tourists, Bay Street investors, students working on their PhDs, a father who bought butterfly-shaped cookies to take home to his son. I have met hundreds of people, heard dozens of stories and am the better for it.
All the Kindred raid accomplished was to displace and criminalize an entire community, not to mention destroy the jobs of several full-time students, aspiring artists and single mothers.
Good on you, Toronto police."