Yes, I took my kid to watch the G20 protests
Nothing bad happened, but listening to the news afterwards, you had to wonder if it was such a smart thing to do.
It was.
It’s not often that we can watch the “news” in real life, so I didn’t want to miss this opportunity – not only for my own curiosity, but also for my son’s sake. We drove down in the middle of the afternoon on Sunday to see for ourselves what was going on. We parked near the beautiful Distillery District – there were almost no cars on the streets – and walked down the Esplanade past the St. Lawrence Market until we came to the security area. Not much going on until we reached the intersection of Bay and Wellesley. This is what we saw there:
It was quite peaceful, actually, but there were lines of police blocking the road and behind them ranks of riot police in full gear. There appeared to be as many onlookers (like us) as there were actual protesters. A group of church ladies walked by singing a quiet song – clearly a non-violent bunch – and someone handed us a pamphlet touting the virtues of veganism. My son was highly amused by one large sign a young man was carrying that said: “stop protesting and start a business!”
Next we headed up past police check-points to Nathan Phillips Square where we ate a hotdog and watched the seagulls on Toronto’s real “fake lake.” Other than the smashed windows on the Starbucks just to our south, it all seemed very Toronto.
Just then an long, long cavalcade of cyclists rode by, some even tooting vuvuzelas. When we walked back past Bay and Wellesley, a number of these cyclists had stopped and were brandishing their bikes in the air, surrounded by clicking cameras. We passed numerous media people speaking into cameras, or microphones, or even their cell phones, but it really appeared at this point that there was not much of a story – at least not on this intersection.
We walked back to the car and chatted about the whole thing: why were people protesting, why was there a security fence, why didn’t the police want people to get near the fence, what was the G20 about anyway etc. We even figured out who Nathan Phillips was (Toronto’s first Jewish Mayor, among other things). We didn’t witness anything too dramatic, but at least we had changed the G20 from something we hear about in the news into something that was a personal experience.











