Hard to focus yesterday morning. I knew where I should be, and I wasn't focused until I arrived there. I want to say outside the VAG, but its vast and empty northern plaza (Provincial property) was cordoned off so we stood on the sidewalk (City property), present for those who drove past, flags waving, circling what is in effect a very large block, or for those in the media who, after pointing their cameras at us, did quick head counts before racing back to their vehicles, to cover their next assignment.
Spontaneous gatherings, regardless of the issue, have a way of attracting those who feel comfortable in that which is uncertain of its edges. A woman (white) threw a glass bottle at a man (Black) from the protest side of the cordon, then disappeared back into the crowd. A man (Asian) made a gun shape with his hand and bang bang noises with his mouth in the direction of the man who had the bottle thrown at him. The police sauntered up and, without investigating, explained to concerned parties that everything that just happened was the result of a "mental health issue." When told they had just made a case for their defunding, a most withering look from the cop who had been doing the talking.
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