monday morning thoughts

i had a perfect weekend with a good friend and have returned to work today blissfully relaxed and a little bit sunburned. on saturday we walked the entire length of the seawall and then some (about 13 km in total), took that little ferry over to granville island under the bridge and drank beers, bought super decadent food at the market and then went to spanish banks for a lovely picnic at sunset…. and sunday just lazed about and then had sushi for lunch… in the evening i went to my friend steph’s birthday bbq where my gift was well-received and the company was very pleasant.

other than that i really have no cause to be relaxed since it’s election day and the outcome will have a big impact on the federal public service no matter who wins – plus once the election is over then we move into the final stages of preparing to go on strike. there is some hope that a liberal minority government would be smart enough to offer us a deal and forgo a strike for which they would have less ability to control than ever before. but it’s hard to say what is going to happen either way.

the only calming thought is no matter who wins this round, they will only have a minority – which means no one can muck up too horribly by deciding to fire a third of the public service, or cutting all healthcare funding or something…… or am i deluding myself?

i voted at 7:30 this morning on my way to work. i was surprised at how many people were at the polling station – but there was no lineups which there usually are at the end of the day. i’m going with a bunch of folks i know to the bar tonight to watch the election results come in – how exciting is that? i don’t think there’s been a closer vote in my lifetime unless you count the quebec-separation referendum vote of a few years back which i watched until the bitter end as well.

talk about geeky – and i don’t even believe in electoral politics! but there’s a subconscious buy-in i guess – that somehow it really matters.

in other news – my apartment has not been sold yet and i will not be getting an eviction notice for september 1st, though i still intend to move on that date if possible. ruth and david have been showing my place lots but i think the price is pretty high for most people – even for such a good location.

i really wish i could start looking at places for september 1st – but it is still too early for advertising. in july i am going to post some notices in gibsons and roberts creek that i am looking for a home up there to rent but for now all i can really do is wait and sort through my things. although i am anxious to move, i am procrastinating on the sorting out my office front because i know i will be confronted by horrible dilemmas about what to keep and what to recycle/shred.

and so it goes… i wish people would stop telling me that i won’t be able to stand the commute from the sunshine coast. i mean – if i don’t know what my tolerance level for that will be – how does anyone else?

solidarity

i keep trying to blog and finding the livejournal server down – it’s starting to get to me a bit.

i am in the process of writing a talk for next week on the nature of grassroots solidarity and the almost-general strike of may, 2004. what happened, why didn’t we pull it off, and how were communities independent of the union structure building on the solidarity displayed by rank and file unioninsts. i’m going to talk about the importance of grassroots networks in building resistance no only to our government and our employers, but sometimes even our own union leaderships.

according to dictionary.com the term solidarity is defined as “a union of interests, purposes, or sympathies among members of a group; fellowship of responsibilities and interests.”

when we look at the movements of people around the world, there is no doubt solidarity is the glue for not only the struggle for better working conditions and wages, but more social programs, better housing, clean water and any other cause we might unite jointly around. we unite as people because we share a common goal, and because we have a common outcome in mind. this is how disparate people can come and work together – because they share an idea of what they want to win at the end of the fight, no matter how much they disagree with each other tactically and strategically along the way.

in april/may 2004 we witnessed an unprecedented rank and file solidarity with striking members of the hospital employees union. people were angry with the government for legislating wage roll-backs, but the incident served as a flash-point for a much greater anger at the government for gutting public services and attacking our fundamental rights as citizens. wildcat walk outs and flying pickets dominated the news across for two days and there was a general “day of action” called for monday, may 3rd in which it was expected unionized workers across the province would shut everything down. people in every neighbourhood were talking about it, and i received calls from many union members at worksites from comox to prince rupert asking us what we were going to do to support the struggle.

3 years of provincial government abuse and neglect of working people all of a sudden snapped back in the form of a movement based in common cause – and that common cause was clearly to put an end to the reckless and cruel policies that have affected us all since the election of the bc liberals. people echoed each other from every neighbourhood and transit bus, in many meetings and on every street corner – saying “it’s about time” as if everyone had just been waiting for the right moment to strike. the momentum built from there, giving activists from every quadrant days of elation at the possibility of real resistance, of real courage by working people. at the may 1st rally, thousands of people chanted for a general strike, while the leadership tried to keep the lid on it, using a powerful sound system to chant over their own members with the much weaker slogan “we will not back down”.

but the solidarity was quickly severed by a single man, backed by a small handful of union leaders – effectively destroying the hope that our common cause be recognized. the day after mayday, 2004 – jim sinclair – bc federation of labour president went on the television and told unioninsts and activists to stand down against the government which begs the question – whose “solidarity” were they talking about in the first place?

it became clear after hospital employee union members were forced to accept a raw deal from their “leaders” the interests of themselves and their elected leadership were two different things. it became clear to all of us in that moment the fight we were poised to wage, was not the same fight our “leaders” were fighting at all.

in the following days it was explained in phone calls and emails to all rank and file activists that the real goal was to get the ndp re-elected in 2005, and we shouldn’t do anything in the meantime to jeopardize that. this being the stated
aim of those “leaders” claiming to be in solidarity with their memberships. interestingly, i didn’t talk to a lot of working people on the picket lines who really cared about getting the ndp re-elected. sure, people generally agree it would be better than the liberals, but the goal of heu members was to keep their wages intact. the goal of the rest of us was to support them and to show the government that they couldn’t just push us around anymore and cut hospitals, schools and welfare cheques. our common cause would likely include making any government accountable through taking action – whether they be the ndp or the liberals or the greens.

clearly – the “union of interests” is different for our leaders than for the rank and file – and so when we talk about building solidarity – we need to look beyond our union structures. solidarity is not about standing behind a few individuals who we elect every few years – just as democracy is not about electing george bush or gordon campbell and then acting as though there is nothing to do until the next election. solidarity is about building grassroots networks based on our common interests – among rank and file people – and these networks are not built overnight but through consistent discussions, arguments and communications of all kinds among working people – the type of communication that has all but been destroyed by the dominance of the mass media in our lives.

we get to choose what lessons we walk away from may 2004 with. many people have said they will quit union activism, so dissapointed were they in the actions of their leaders, and many have threatened to stay on and challenge the leaderships that many of us felt sold us out. i believe that the rank and file has a single task at hand which is to build our networks of resistance from the ground up – so that next time around we are strong enough to not only fight the government, and our bosses – but our own leaderships as well.

back at work

it’s been too hot to write the past couple of days – the weather makes me feel like my head is full of cotton.

on the weekend i went with my friend bear and looked around the sunshine coast for neighbourhoods i’m interested in living in. we had a good day, poking around side roads and looking at junk piles.

i’m excited about moving, but for some reason i’m also really fucked up and sad about it too. being in-between and not knowing where i am moving to just yet is ungrounding me.

i’ve started to sort and pack my things so that friends have time to go through the stuff i’m getting rid of before i move. it’s hard to be motivated in this heat and my super-stuffy apartment but i figure if i stretch it out over the next couple of months i won’t get all stressed at the last minute about it.

i will write more later once i’ve woken up – but in the meantime i have a new cel phone number which is 604-787-9340. please stop using my old cel number because i’m giving that phone to a friend.

here is a picture of me and my friend bear on the sunshine coast:

the militant mothers of raymur

Detail of a mosaic in my neighbourhood commemorating a women’s group that blockaded trains in the 60s to protest gentrification. At the end of the day, they won – stopping the city from tearing down older houses and erecting more projects.

nine years

so ruth and david have started to show my apartment. ruth thinks it is likely it will sell within a month – which means i would be evicted for october 1st since it unlikely i will get an eviction notice until the end of july at this point – but i have decided i want my move date to be the first week of september because then i could give short notice for the 5th of the month or something like that and avoid moving on the same day as everyone else in the building. that means i need to find a place to live for september 1st.

pretty much every renter, whether they are in the suites owned by bc housing or those owned by individuals, are being evicted right now which makes me sad because i’ve known a lot of the people in my building for years and it has been good to have such eclectic neighbours who are also musicians and artists and whatnot. i was talking with a fellow musician in the building last night about how much the neighbourhood is changing – the slow creep of gentrification has turned into an overwhelming rush as the west-enders purchase up all available real estate, jack the rents, and move out the heart of what made the neighbourhood good – the low-rent musicians, artists and activists….

so september 1st will be nine years in the neighbourhood and the other night i was talking to a friend who made a comment that lead me to reflect on what nine years has been. he said “i guess your priorities really change as you move through life” in reference to how much my relationship to urban living has changed in the past couple of years. and i thought back to being 22 and moving into a house on kitchener street with two strangers as roomates (i answered a roomate-wanted ad), getting reading to start my university degree, and flush with the prospects of living in a big city – right in the heart of the coolest neighbourhood of that big city.

and since then i married and divorced, coupled again and then separated. i have had beautiful lovers in between. i started and finished a university degree, a technical diploma and a myriad of other small courses. i learned to drive. i started a career. i started and still play in a locally-popular folk band. friends have come and gone, passed on, and stuck around. i have lived in two different dwellings – one house and one apartment, had a beautiful garden and built a greenouse at one, made window boxes at the other. i have marched and protested and organized as an activist, an anarchist and unionist – fought with the police and spent countless hours in courtrooms (and visited many friends in jail). i have gained and lost weight, broken my ankle and healed with $2500 of titanium forever planted in my leg. i have worked and played and hiked and taught and grown and loved and grieved and healed and mostly just did what i wanted to do.

and strangely enough i realized as i thought further on it – that nine years has been book-ended by the man who sexually assaulted me at 19 and who is soon getting out of prison. when i first moved to the neighbourhood, within 6 months of coming to the city i returned to victoria to attend court in his case – and he will be released from prison the same month i am leaving the city. nine years he has been in prison and nine years i have had a lifetime of my own – a life of events to continue in the new home i am choosing.

in nine years i have lived a lifetime of interactions and moments infuriating, elating, gratifying and painful. and on it goes – reminded as i am sorting and packing my things in preparation for moving.