What Insite revealed about Canadian federalism

For my last blog post for the McGill Journal of Law and Health this year, I trimmed down one of the first written assignments I wrote for law school: a comment on the recent Supreme Court ruling on Insite.* You can read my piece here.

*For non-Canadian readers: Insite is a safe injection site in Canada, which almost shut down due to the Minister of Health’s refusal to renew their exemption. The context behind the Insite case is explained here by the executive web editor of the MJLH, Meara Conway.

Vancouver notes: My Sister’s Closet – a thrift store with a cause

A new discovery during my Vancouver visit this summer was My Sister’s Closet (1092 Seymour Street, on Helmcken),  a non-profit thrift store run by the Battered Women’s Support Services (BWSS) of Vancouver. The store offers high-quality used clothes, and a selection of new clothes thanks to donations from local chains like Aritzia. It also hosts clothing swaps (admission by donation) for women, babies and children. 100% of the proceeds from the store goes to BWSS operations.

The BWSS offers a variety of services for women suffering from violence including a crisis line, legal advocacy and court accompaniment, employment services, among many others. The Services reaches more than 8,000 women each year.

The prices at the store are slightly higher than what you might find at Value Village or Salvation Army, but they go to a good cause, and the sorting time is definitely shorter than at the thrifting giants. During my visit to the store a couple weeks ago, I found this Banana Republic top/tunic for $12:

You can join the Facebook group for the store to stay up-to-date with the upcoming clothing swaps and donations.

Powell Street Festival highlight: The Tashme Project

[drum performance by Sawagi Taiko]

Powell Street Festival is happening this weekend in Vancouver, celebrating the Japanese heritage.  I had a great day strolling in Oppenheimer Park, visiting many booths set up there, eating delicious street food (hello, snow cone with green tea and black bean toppings!) and meeting up with Vancouver friends.

But the highlight of the festival for me was a moving reading of The Tashme Project by Julie Tamiko Manning and Matt Miwa, which debuted at the Firehall Arts Centre (and continues tomorrow – July 31 – at noon).  The project was a culmination of interviews Manning and Miwa conducted with nine Japanese men and women who were interned in Tashme – the biggest internment camp, with 2,400 inhabitants – during the Second World War.

Julie Tamiko Manning

Set up simply with the Manning and Miwa standing with music stands reading from their scripts (with paper signs for different chapter numbers and headings), they both took turns representing the various men and women they interviewed.  The performance was divided into 7 chapters – the first two depicting life before the camp, and the last chapter with Manning and Miwa’s own reflections after doing the project.

The memories of the camp were not as traumatic as I had expected them to be – many of the interviewees credit their childhood innocence that prevented them from knowing the full implication of their interned status. For them, the camp was a chance to play all day long with other JapaneseCanadians – a chance they didn’t necessarily have before, since Japanese Canadians were spread out all over BC. Yet, the grim and sad undercurrent of their status does exist, as one person recounts the story of her sister getting married in the campgrounds in the kitchen of her house with nothing – no clothes, no guests except for the parents, with the rest of the children peeking from the other room.

Prejudices outside the camps are also addressed, often with a touch of humour as well. My favourite part was a memory of a Japanese woman, who reversed culture shock in her “native” land as her family chose to be repatriated as Japanese. Hilariously, she recalls the moment when she realized the first-generation parents’ and grandparents’ accented English isn’t “Japanese” but still “English,” as she tries to communicate with the Japanese people in her grandmother’s Japanese-inflected English, thinking she is speaking Japanese.

At the end of the performance, Manning and Miwa urged the audience members to take the paper cranes (which were strewn on the floor) home with them, which contained advice from the elders they interviewed. Mine read: “Be considerate. Think of other people.”

Thank you for providing an opportunity to enjoy the unique Japanese Canadian history in Vancouver, Powell Street Festival!

[image of Julie Tamiko Manning from Georgia Straight]

The most livable city in the world

Well, technically it’s past midnight, so I guess technically I missed a post on January 10. But I haven’t gone to bed yet today, so let’s just say that it’s still January 10th according to my body.

Anyway, as my unusually long stay in Vancouver comes to a close, I’d like to spend a little time to commemorate this beautiful place I am privileged to call my home. And it’s a very livable city, apparently – if you can afford it, that is.

Behold:

Sunset on the BC Ferry

Looking at the ocean never gets tiring.

Or the mountains, for that matter:

This is my street, where I spent my teen years. It’s right next to a mountain, and also close to an ocean.

All I have to do is just look outside my bedroom window to remind myself of how close I am to nature:

I always thought that nature and suburbs went together until I moved to Ontario.

And lastly, I have to talk about the food:

Where else in Canada can you get yakisoba noodles and dried seaweed on a hot dog? Stay delicious, Japadog.

Downtown Eastside: a memory

East Hastings at Main

As I’ve been spending some time with my high school friends this holiday break, there’s one memory that came up I’d like to recount here.

When I was in grade 10, my “Career and Personal Planning” (otherwise known as: “we don’t know what to teach these suburban kids”) teacher took us on a “field trip” to the world-famous Vancouver Downtown East Side one weeknight.

These are the details I remember from the evening: I was in a group of about 20 students; we walked down East Hastings together, accompanied by a police officer (who I believe was an acquaintance of our CAPP teacher); we were discouraged from making contact with the people on the streets; a homeless man walked by one of the guys in our group and said “nice ass,” which was so terribly funny to our 15-year-old selves; at the end of the “tour” we sat down at some office space while the police officer gave us a talk. I can’t for the life of me remember what he talked about. Presumably about the terrible effects of drugs and whatnot.

Now that I’ve been studying and analyzing injustice and intersectionality, I can finally look back to this bizarre evening and marvel at just how problematic this whole thing was. I guess the most disappointing fact of all, upon thinking about this, was that my teacher (or the officer) had the chance to at least bring up real issues like the government’s failure to effectively address homelessness to the economically privileged teenagers like us so we could start thinking about marginality.

But they didn’t. The residents of the downtown eastside were just used as props and warning signals to us to “be not like them” – rather than thinking of them as our larger community.

I do remember feeling mildly uncomfortable that we were gawking at homeless people like they were some exotic animals in a zoo, without being able to interact with them. But of course, I said nothing at the time. Dear 15-year-old self, good job for vaguely recognizing the insensitive nature of this “field trip.” Dear self now: never feel afraid to voice your concerns about things like this, no matter how unpopular your opinion might be received.

[Photo from Wikimedia Commons, from user Keefer4]

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