Weekend ritual.

The best of the photos from the weekend ritual are now up on my flickr photostream. Download the largest size of any image to get a print-quality photo. Clicking on the above photo of Ryefield and Cai will take you straight there.

Hurtling on by….

Woah. It’s been a week. And today is turning out to be a day. And it’s all good but I’ve run out of time in which to do a proper piece of writing for this blog (but really, you got two posts yesterday so who’s complaining?)

I am coming off a week of a lot of union activity that has pretty much restored the enjoyment I lost at convention and during the election. This included a grievance hearing, a bargaining meeting and the demonstration last night (not to mention drinks afterwards) – and some ideas for organizing more social stuff in the near future. All week I really have been going one thing to the next – but it hasn’t been overwhelmingly so.

I’m off to Victoria after work and will be away from my computer until Sunday which excites me no end. Even better, when I return from Vic, Brian will be returning from Ottawa and I am definitely looking forward to that. Can you believe it? I missed my guy more on May Day than I did at Christmas. That’s dorky political love for you 🙂

See you all next week!

May Day Remarks.

(what follows are my remarks made at the may day rally)

Greetings (from my union which I will not name here)….. I was thinking this morning about what I wanted to say about the importance of this day – why is May 1st crucial to recognize? And rather than come up with a list of causes we support or government policies we oppose – I was thinking instead about a trip I made to Colombia almost two years ago. And I was remembering some of the trade unionists and campesinos I met with there – people literally engaged in struggles of life and death over land, labour rights, and basic human dignities that many of us take for granted.

As you all know, Colombia has one of the worst human rights records and is the most dangerous country in the world to be a trade unionist. It is a country ruled by a government that has privatized all public services, that supports bands of paramilitary thugs to keep the poor in line, and is ruthless in the murder of all opposition.

It would be too simple to tell ourselves as privileged Canadians that while it’s terrible “down there” we are somehow immune to such conditions. But make no mistake – as evidenced today with economic collapse on the horizon – Colombia is a logical outcome of the lawless capitalism of George Bush and Stephen Harper. Two leaders who are eagerly pursuing Free Trade agreements with Uribe and are forcing their own citizens to swallow undemocratic processes such as the Security Prosperity Partnership. Two governments actively engage din attacking the poor, public services, and workers rights. As our own economic base erodes we can only expect more of such attacks and it is important as working people that we have strategies to resist with.

And so I come back to why May 1st is important? Because today I think about my union friends in Colombia and the tremendous danger they face. Because today we remember all the struggles that brought us here to this place. Because today we can together imagine the world we wish to win – standing shoulder to shoulder with workers around the world in opposition to the anti-human and anti-earth policies of our capitalist politicians.

The struggles of one are the struggles of all. I stand in solidarity for making May Day ours again!

Arise!

Happy May Day to all 🙂

Rather than go to work, I’ve got an all-day union meeting and then I’m speaking at the Commercial Drive May Day festivities this evening. Which is about as close as we ever get to celebrating International Workers’ Day in North America – Canada and the US being two of the only countries in the world that don’t recognize May 1st for what everyone else does. Funny too, for the origins of May 1st come out of the US labour struggle of the late 19th century and the state-sponsored murders of anarchist labour organizers arrested during the Haymarket affair. Then again, if you were the US government, maybe you would want to forget that history too.

Not only did the US refuse to make it a national holiday back when the labour movement demanded it, but in 1959 May 1st was designated “Loyalty Day” which was intended as a celebration of patriotism for the country. I’m not sure how much Loyalty Day ever caught on – but clearly the message was – labour struggle is unpatriotic! “International” solidarity is for wusses who don’t care about their *own* countries! Bolsheviks! Traitors!

Oh. If only the North American labour movement hadn’t internalized that message exactly so.

Here in Vancouver the “labour community” has pretty much abandoned MayDay after years of organizing some pretty weak marches. (An exception to this was during the HEU strike five years ago when May 1st fell on a Saturday and BC was edging towards a general strike. That was probably the best workers’ MayDay I’ve celebrated). Of course the international workers’ community here hasn’t let the tradition go and for the last couple of years have taken on the mantle of organizing a community march and speakers in my neighbourhood with a specific focus on workers in other countries, the rights of migrants, and the injustice of a Canada that use the labour of “foreign workers” without giving them basic rights.

All good stuff – and given the global character of the migrant working classes – the focus is increasingly important. And you would think that even though the official labour organizations aren’t a part of putting it together – they might still endorse such a rally or encourage attendance at it. After all – the struggle of one is the struggle of all. Etc. Etc.

But it probably is no surprise to anyone who knows anything about the internal politics of labour that the Vancouver District Labour Council (as one example) wouldn’t even put the march on their circulated calendar of labour events. They won’t have a speaker there. And I’m pretty sure that means they haven’t donated a dime to helping some of the most marginalized groups of workers in Vancouver organize this whole event. And why is that? I would guess it’s because they can’t control the radicalism that emerges from communities of the oppressed. I’ve seen this conflict continually within the labour/radical movements here in BC and elsewhere – if capital-L Labour doesn’t get to call the shots when it comes to organizing pretty much anything, it packs up its toys and goes home.

Because you see, when most of labour bureaucrats talk about “supporting international solidarity” they mean taking a holiday in Cuba. They want international speakers at their conventions – only “as long as they speak English”. And the minute you even nod support towards an armed struggle past or present, you get a lecture on what happened in Nicaragua and that apparently settles that! It’s solidarity on our terms or no terms. Which sounds a little bit too much like the way our political “leaders” approach the rest of the world – our way or the highway!

*Ahem* But I’m getting a bit ranty here. I suppose it’s because I’m on my way to a meeting of federated labour which I know will be comprised of 99% white folks who pay lip service to international struggle while eschewing the local implications of it. While I applaud the money that some unions put towards human rights and labour training in other countries, the abstentionist position towards politics in those places means that the root crises will never be resolved. And instead of going to Colombia to celebrate the toppling of a dictator, we will be forever fielding the refugee claims of Colombian labour activists here. How can we ever win until we see that the struggle of one really is the struggle of all?

I suppose, as always, that the people must lead – those who support international struggle and the rights of all workers need to push for and attend those events that don’t fall inside the traditional labour monopoly. It’s such a small thing – to march in a contingent of radical workers from my union at today’s event – but the fact is, we exist out here. Those of us who know we can only build a better world if we do it together. Not at the expense of the children, the trees, our water sources, or our souls. Together and with the health of the planet and all her creatures considered.

At labour events I am always hearing about the need to renew the labour movement, bring in more diversity and more young. It’s a hollow conversation, because I rarely see the will there to direct operations towards more inclusivity – and this MayDay standoffishness is just one symptom of the same problem. Perhaps Canadian Labour could take the next few May 1sts as a day for reconsideration and renewal. Want to be more relevant? Than how about coming together with the rest of us?

In the meantime, I’m marching with workers from all communities. See you this afternoon!

An audience of one.

I always have trouble returning to a regular blog practice when I get back in town. How ever did I do this before? What do I feel like writing about? What do people feel like reading about? It’s just a puzzle all over again no matter how long I’ve been doing this.

Awhile ago I read John Irving’s Until I Find You – which I greatly enjoyed at over 800 pages of reading goodness. It is the tale of Jack Burns, a boy who grows up in the shadow of a father who he has never met, and with a mother who spins certain fables about her search for her ex-lover. The story you think you are reading (and Burns thinks he is living) is not what it seems. And so Irving works his magic with wonderful characters, details and strange naughty escapades.

At one point in the novel, Jack Burns is told by his acting teacher that when performing on stage, he should only focus on his “audience of one” – an individual (present or not) for whom he would always deliver your most stunning performance. Never mind everyone else, the restless, the coughing, the tittering masses – there is only a single individual who counts when directing your energy. Of course Jack Burns’ audience of one is his missing father – and constantly so throughout the book. That father, he imagines, watches him everywhere – on stage, in life, no matter where he goes.

And I get that. In fact, it is frequently how I blog – to an audience of one – though the individual changes for me on a fairly regular basis. So often when I write here I am responding to someone in my head, or trying to live up to an image I have projected, or delivering a message to someone about their importance in my life. While some posts are the generic “to all” updates, many of them over the years have been attached to particular individuals. There because I want someone to hear or see a part of me that I might otherwise be afraid to express.

Lately my audience of one has been a bit more fixed. I feel bad if I don’t post, because I know that person reads here to find out how I am during the day. I feel proud when I post something really good that I know he will enjoy. I feel strange when I post about him because I feel like I’m talking to him and about him at the same time.

I wonder if other people have this experience – writing? acting? dancing? Or is your audience the literal in front of you? I’m just curious about how much we perform for those we imagine rather than those who are there.