bit of things about the strike
May. 26th, 2012 11:37 pmI want to leave this memory to the public. I know that it's possible that no one involved will be reading this, but I want to leave this memory here. It's about the strike happening in Quebec. The students' strike.
The memory is this: I had expected a students' strike to lead to a near-empty school. Only staff and few students not on strike, and that's it. It was not. During the school time the school was still full of students. The libraries were still full if not fuller. Only the classrooms were empty. Easily. The school had the government's help to order that the classes must take place even if one student is in class. They were all automatically full without exception during strikes. And the students were forbidden to block or pursue other students to boycott class, reinforced by the security. No one was there to block. the students simply knew not to come. Even when there were some who complained and wanted classes, the strike still took place and the classrooms were empty.
I waited outside sometimes just in case some students show up. Nope. No students, no teacher, classrooms empty; safe for me walking through some of them as a shortcut.
Leaving school to go back home, I saw and heard the music school students practice singing for the strike. They were singing, beautifully, serenely, in protest. It wasn't an angry song. It was peaceful. It wasn't even nightingale obscenity*, but a rather ordinary song calling for the better. Unless they have a different song for the actual march, it was a peaceful, hopeful song.
Near the arts and letters building there were chalk graffiti on the stairs, announcing the time and place for next strike-related activities.
There. That was part of my memory, of the strike, from early April 2012.
Comments disabled because no debate or discussion is needed. This is only a subjective memory saved and made public on the net for reasons myself have no idea. Do not contact me about this. All messages about this will be ignored and deleted.
*'nightingale obscenity' refers to the joke that nightingales' sweet songs were actually obscenities and death threats. In this context, it means a sweet-sounding song with dissonant lyrics.
The memory is this: I had expected a students' strike to lead to a near-empty school. Only staff and few students not on strike, and that's it. It was not. During the school time the school was still full of students. The libraries were still full if not fuller. Only the classrooms were empty. Easily. The school had the government's help to order that the classes must take place even if one student is in class. They were all automatically full without exception during strikes. And the students were forbidden to block or pursue other students to boycott class, reinforced by the security. No one was there to block. the students simply knew not to come. Even when there were some who complained and wanted classes, the strike still took place and the classrooms were empty.
I waited outside sometimes just in case some students show up. Nope. No students, no teacher, classrooms empty; safe for me walking through some of them as a shortcut.
Leaving school to go back home, I saw and heard the music school students practice singing for the strike. They were singing, beautifully, serenely, in protest. It wasn't an angry song. It was peaceful. It wasn't even nightingale obscenity*, but a rather ordinary song calling for the better. Unless they have a different song for the actual march, it was a peaceful, hopeful song.
Near the arts and letters building there were chalk graffiti on the stairs, announcing the time and place for next strike-related activities.
There. That was part of my memory, of the strike, from early April 2012.
Comments disabled because no debate or discussion is needed. This is only a subjective memory saved and made public on the net for reasons myself have no idea. Do not contact me about this. All messages about this will be ignored and deleted.
*'nightingale obscenity' refers to the joke that nightingales' sweet songs were actually obscenities and death threats. In this context, it means a sweet-sounding song with dissonant lyrics.