by lee reed
We interrupt this fucking real estate ad
I’m talking “buck-buck” on your fuckin development plans
Disrupt your corrupted condo settlements
Construction of demos as taxes embezzled
And schools get levelled and my community’s peddled
Until the “new steel” rents is 2 steps from untenable
Continue reading Art Stand
by Bryan Hill
It can be hard to understand the news from Pakistan, of suicide bombings, drone strikes, and kidnappings. We hear these clips in the news every day, but they’re presented without context or history, giving us a skewed idea of what is really happening and why.
Through my organizing in this city’s high rise buildings, I’ve been confronted with my own ignorance about many of the conflicts that force people to move around the globe and wind up as renters in Hamilton, of all places. Without a direct link to these international communities and their struggles abroad, it can be hard to talk about, let alone have opinions on these conflicts. Continue reading Confused Westerners’ Guide to the Conflicts in Pakistan
Yes, I’m against Light Rail Transit (LRT), but no, I’m not an angry suburbanite worried about “taxpayer” money or traffic or the effects of construction on small business. I live downtown, I work part-time jobs, I ride the bus every day, and I think the LRT is going to be terrible for me and my neighbours.
So much of the debate about the LRT in Hamilton has been the good urban progressives who care about the environment and public transit against the conservative suburb-dwellers who care about convenience and cost. The narrow terms of this debate hasn’t left us much room to talk honestly about a project that will physically reshape our city and open up our neighbourhoods. Continue reading Light Rail Trap: the LRT & Gentrification
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Some of the most visible groups involved in the LRT debate are actively cheerleading gentrification and displacement. The storefront at 294 James is a particularly disturbing example. An initiative of Evergreen, it presents itself as a space for discussion, and they offer it free to local activist groups. However, Evergreen, through their project CityWorks, is actually acting as a consulting company for the City of Hamilton and building support for the city’s West Harbour redevelopment plans (which involves the LRT, as well as possible condos on pier 4 and the Barton-Tiffany lands). As they say on their website, their goal is to gather information from communities and transmit it to city staff and also communicate city plans to residents.
The scale of the projects in the West Harbour are immense and will reshape the city. Evergreen is there to produce a comforting fog of dialogue and to create an illusion of participation to undercut any of the more serious resistance Hamilton is sometimes known for. They’re cozying up to local activists by acting as though they’re a grass-roots project rather than a consulting initiative launched by a group whose CEO earns $200,000 a year.
Evergreen is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, as their rhetoric about “cultural renaissance” and “transforming neighbourhoods” makes clear. These alliances between pro-development interests and local activists make it hard to have a serious conversation about the negative impacts of the LRT and other development projects.
by Ann Turner
From the flashy headlines of national newspapers and the glossy billboards in the downtown core, to the enthusiastic proclamations of investors and the cheerleading statements of city politicians, much is being said about the “renaissance” of our city. Words like “revitalization”, “reinvention”, “renewal”, and “redevelopment” are thrown around to talk about Hamilton as an up-and-coming city of boundless possibility. Walking down the street, sleazy men on slick real-estate signs advise those that pass by to “Build the Ambitious City”. Commentators speak of budding community, artistic innovation, and economic opportunity. But what does it all mean? These phrases hide far more than they reveal, painting a rosy picture without acknowledging all those left behind and thoroughly fucked over by the changes happening in Hamilton. So, lets look at two popular slogans a little closer: Continue reading Slogans are the New Gentrification
supplement to Confused Westerners’ Guide to the Conflict in Pakistan
Full name: Islamic Republic of Pakistan
Founding: 14 August 1947
Provinces: Balochistan, Khybar Pakhtunkhwa, Punjab, Sindh
Territories: Azad Jammu & Kashmir, Gilgit-Baltistan, Federally Administered Tribal Areas, Islamobad Capital Territory
Religion: 96% Islam, 4% Other
Pop. Density: 260/km2
Capital City: Islamibad
Most Pop. City: Karachi
GDP: $270 Billion
Major Ethnic Groups: Punjabis, Pashtuns, Sindhis, Muhajirs, Baloch
Official languages: Urdu, English
Other Spoken Languages: Punjabi, Pashto, Sindhi, Saraiki, Balochi, Gujarati
Life Expectancy: 63 years
Prime Minister: Nawaz Sharif
Bellow, for the angry roar emanating from deep within this city’s core. Because there are no good options for us in this changing landscape, as we are torn out of an exploitative and destructive industrial past and shoved in a precarious and alienating future. The rich and powerful want us to feel that we are part of these changes — to imagine we are all being lifted up together. But it’s clear we have nothing to gain from condos, pipelines, militarized police, or the monotonous sham of electoral politics. These are attacks, and we will respond accordingly.
Bellows, for the beautiful instrument that stokes a fire. Because we want to fan the flames of discontent in Hamilton, and in the process create space for something new. We are not afraid of change – we simply desire a sort of change that will never be considered on CHCH or in the vapid pages of the Spec. Radical change is difficult, disruptive, and most importantly it never comes from those in power. We want to confront the systems that oppress us head on instead of waiting for the elites to do something for us.
This publication is an attempt to analyze how power works in this city, to build autonomy, and to collectively dismantle the rosy lies we are fed by politicians, developers, cops, and their shady friends. We want to celebrate the resistance that goes on all around us, and conspire new ways to fight back.
We are not a political party or a cult.
We don’t have funding or a sales pitch.
We don’t have a plan for your future.
We are just a crew of pissed off Hamiltonians with a bunch of uncompromising ideals and a printer.
by Max Power
Mutual Aid: (noun)
A term in organization theory used to signify a voluntary reciprocal exchange of resources and services for mutual benefit.
An economic system in which investment in and ownership of the means of production, distribution, and exchange of wealth is made and maintained chiefly by private individuals or corporations, especially as contrasted to cooperatively or state-owned means of wealth.
I have provided the two definitions above to allow you, dear reader, to understand the opposition inherent in these two forms of exchange, for the sake of this small case study. Mutual aid is a very simple concept that has existed for a very long time. In our current reality, it is a nearly phased out practice, replaced by a competitive social norm that is based on profit and personal gain (i.e. capitalism). Continue reading Can Buds do Mutual Aid?
by gonzo leech
During a late night editorial meeting, only weeks after we first floated the idea of a The Cannon Street Bellows, a stranger walked into The Tower. She said that she heard some kids got dressed up like pigeons and sprayed sour milk at developers, we said we heard that too. She chuckled and handed us an envelope, filled up a mug of coffee for herself, said she would have more in a few weeks, and walked out with our mug. The envelope was labeled G.L. and contained the following article, hand written on coffee-stained foolscap. We were stunned — even for a crew of cynical anarchists this was pretty curmudgeonly stuff. But it seems like the real deal, so we’ve decided to give it space in this publication. Hopefully she comes around again. We don’t know what G.L. stands for, but around the Tower we’ve been calling her the Gonzo Leach. Enjoy.
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