Last year I went downtown to watch the last game of the Stanley Cup. I had expected to either capture moments of joy and parties in the street in a sports equivalent of V-E Day, or the disappointment and dejection of people shuffling home. Maybe a few thrown drinks and an overturned garbage can or two.
I didn’t expect a riot, and I didn’t expect to be caught in the middle of it.
No, I tell a lie. I wasn’t caught. I waded into it. I could have gone home at any time. But I couldn’t believe what was happening. I not only had to see it for myself, but record it. I couldn’t just go home and watch it on TV. I had to tell the story for the sake of others, and remember it for my own.
It’s a year later and only recently have the first sentences been passed for some of the rioters. It’s hard to believe it ever happened, really.
For those who missed it the first time around, you can see the events of June 15, 2011 here: