Taking journalism and stripping it back down to its roots, I became the town crier. Free news on the streets. That's what I needed to do a couple days after Israel murdered Palestinian journalist, Hossam Shabat. It was a very typical Toronto affair. Most people didn't react; very Toronto. The ones that did, did so quietly; they would mouth 'thank you' or give me a silent nod. I was only out there for an hour but it felt good. It felt good to do more. To use my body and voice and to face people. To look them in the eye and to have them look Hossam in the eye. To confound the ignorant. To make mad the guilty and appall the free. I may do it again.
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