On Saturday morning I was standing in Union Station waiting for some people to accompany me for Doors Open. Union Station was a venue, and we were thinking of taking a tour there (something we didn't manage to do because they had the tours restricted to 30 people three times a day). Our scheduled meeting place was at the east end of the hall, beside the Scotiabank ATMs. I arrived early, as I usually do, and was leaning against the sill of the window there. Recently I've taken to sketching people and gestures while waiting places or on the subway. I'd been doing that for about 20 minutes when I was approached by two security officers. Two, as if they were preparing for the necessity of throwing me out. The first officer asked me if I could tell him my purpose for being in Union Station that day. Nice Doors Open attitude, I thought, and it is a train station, where people are sitting around waiting for people or trains all the time, but I simply answered, "I'm waiting for people, we're going to do the Doors Open". But he still wasn't satisfied with that, he wanted to know what I was doing with the book. "Doodling," I said, flipping the page of my scratches towards him. "Oh, doodling," he said. "Good, okay", and they let me be. I really wished I had asked them what they thought I could have possibly been doing in my book that might be so potentially harmful to that public space.
If Toronto is turned, even for two days, into anything resembling a police state, with blocks of the city fenced off from its citizens, and people being regularly interrogated as to their purpose for being where they are, it will be completely legitimate for the other parties to use the pictures and stories and memories of the indignities to ensure that the Conservatives can't be elected for the next twenty years. Nevermind that we could have extended the transit network for the cost of having all these officers ordering people about. But perhaps the rest of the country won't really see the danger of all that authority, and might even believe the city folk have it coming to them.