It’s appropriate that Ezra Levant’s show should be called “the source” because it serves as the source of some of Canada’s most corrosive ideology. Tuesday morning, the man behind the “ethical oil” propaganda campaign came to St. James Park to harass and slander the protesters of Occupy Toronto. This video includes unaired interviews and unseen documentary footage from Levant’s visit to the park for his “Into the Bowels of Occupy Toronto” segment. Attempting to interview him, we asked questions about his book “Ethical Oil”, his past falsifications as a journalist and his show on Sun TV.
Above: Photo from the first OccupyTO General Assembly, by flickr user Fifth_Business
Yesterday evening, a loose confederacy of several hundred Torontonians and people from surrounding areas gathered in a small Bloor street park to participate in Occupy Toronto’s second large General Assembly. The meeting drew people of all ages, and although the group is withholding from political debate until the occupation itself (focusing instead on immediate logistical concerns like food, tents, outreach, a website, etc.) attendants seemed to represent a multitude of political beliefs—traditional conservatives, liberals, anarchists, Marxists, libertarians, and those who readily identify with “none of the above” came together to articulate common frustration.
An ironic protest has hit the streets of New York, wearing the suits of Wall Street and speaking its language. Blending in and mingling with Wall-Streeters, ignoring anyone who reveals that they aren’t an investment banker, and using an iPad as a protest sign, the #occupyoccupywallstreet protesters are forcing financial sector employees to confront their own ideology head on. This is a protest for the status quo, one which asserts that “all the money” in America rightfully belongs to the 1%.
Walking around Scotiabank Nuit Blanche with blank white signs, we insisted to the public that we were not there to protest. We were expressing ourselves, although we distinctly had nothing to say. If we did have something to say, we made sure to note that those receiving our message would need at least three degrees in art to understand it. Our one and only goal of the evening, as we candidly revealed to inquisitors, was to find a wealthy and learned patron of the arts who would buy our signs for $5,000 each (the closest we got was an offer of $50, which we rejected because “true art can’t be discounted”).