I live in old town Toronto, the part of the city that holds the first city hall, just down the street from the first parliament site. And there's been a vbunch of celebrations and events related to the bicentennial of the War of 1812. That's the one where we kicked the Americans' butt and burned down the White House.
Sorry 'bout that!
Yesterday, there was an honour procession of First Nation Chiefs, Elders, veteran and youth to - as it says on the poster - "commemmorate the contribution of more than 10,000 First Nations who fought as British Allies in the War of 1812." Or as our City Councillor Pam McConnell said, "protect us against American invasion." Aka, they saved our collective bacon a bunch of times.
And this is one of the reasons I love living downtown, because the procession started right here in my neck of the woods. So naturally, I went to check it out.
Because nothing says respect for historical contribution (and exploitation) like masses of bubbles!
Lots of Eagle Staffs
There were drummers
Waiting while the politicians spoke
The ceremonial unveiling of the new name for Lower Jarvis Street
A fantastic face
And I loved this guy, too (the four-legged one)
It was an impressive and moving event and I'm glad I went.