Olympic protestors manage to offend everybody

Wow. The anti-Olympics rabble that showed up at Vancouver City Hall last night probably couldn’t have succeeded in dissing more people in 30 minutes if they tried.

I decided to go last night with my child to see the lighting of the Olympic flags at a ceremony at City Hall. We parked a block away and walked up to 12th & Cambie. My little one was oblivious to the heavy security presence, but I wasn’t. While these guys & gals make me feel safer, for a short time it gave me a chill to know that we now need that much muscle to stage city celebrations.

Thanks to these 2010 grumps we can’t even hold a simple civic event without their aimless ranting.

In order to view the ceremony we had to be held back 20 meters behind a fence. Myself and other families and Olympics groupies stood at the left, while the chanters taunted police and event organizers on the right.

A group of young girls arrived on stage, a local Bach choir. Many proud parents stood in the crowd to wave at them. City Manager Judy Rogers was the emcee, and as soon as she began to speak the whistles and screams came out of the protestors. The rabblers continued to hoot, whistle and scream right through the song by the kids.

Then Paralympic athletes were introduced, including gold medal winners. The mob on the right still felt the need to scream.

Two leaders from local First Nations made presentations, and a haunting aboriginal song was sung to open the proceedings. All the while a bunch of white kids on the right screamed, “No Olympics on stolen native land!!”

Er, okay.

The usual assortment of political and Olympics figures spoke, and of course the chanting continued. Eventually my child grew impatient with all the noise, and begged me to take us home. We drew to the back of the field just long enough to see the lighting, then left…

So I got to see Vancouver’s anti-everything crowd up close, and it leads me to make these observations.

Political activism done properly is focused. It has an aim, and that aim shouldn’t be to disrupt children’s choirs, rant against native elders, paralympians and present a threat to kids. This, my friends, is the level that political protest has sunk to in the 21st Century: vandalizing property and howling until your vocal chords are raw.

Angry and sometimes violent protests, when they happen in Vancouver, more often alienate than achieve change. I can’t imagine a day when all discourse is civil, but it should at least make sense. Hearing this crowd is like entering a room where everyone has their radios set to different stations, and turned it up full blast. You just quit listening when someone won’t stop shouting at you.

Instead of making a difference, they transparently make political mischief. Some of these kids are smart, but they throw it away by constantly raging against the machine. That’s unlikely to change between now and 2010.