On my way home after Vancouver Canucks’ Stanley Cup game 7 loss… and filmed how the riots began. Actually wasn’t as major as CBC made it out to be. With 100,000 people trying to get out of downtown, things got a little chaotic.
The police reacted very well considering how large the crowd was. They didn’t provoke and acted professionally.
Unfortunately, things got worse once it was dark, and really turned ugly. we got out before that time.
One website notices: The “anarchists” seem to have come prepared, judging by the number wearing Vancouver jerseys in the vids. It’s also strange that these mysterious outsiders would turn up for a post-game riot in Vancouver but not in Boston, eh?
More photos here. Also, here’s a site to identify the thugs and upload your pics.
Best quote: Washington’s The Atlantic wrote: “In Syria, they riot for freedom. In Pakistan, they riot against U.S. drone strikes. In China, they riot over many things, most recently in Guangdong province for worker’s rights. But in Canada, which is officially ranked as one of the wealthiest and most peaceful nations in the world, they riot over, yes, hockey.”
VPD would like this person’s name:
A professional photographers gallery of the event… closeup and personal with the rioters. Naming these criminals should be easy (yep, he trashed and burned this new BMW):
And finally, a hint of the make up of the source of the rioters:
Before the history is written, let me say just this; before the pepper spray finally weeps out of my eyes, while the tear gas covers me; let me just say a few words while this smile is still smeared across my face.
Tonight the social peace was exploded. How many will say it was just a hockey riot, as if one could say just one thing about the tearing apart of the relations that bind us to command. Just a hockey riot, where tens of thousands moved threw the belly of commerce and took what they desired, smashing what was in their way. Hockey fans, fuckin-eh we are! And we fucked shit up.
… Cars on fire brought us together, seeking the light. The smoke signaled that we were not alone. The edge of alienation cut threw the cop lines and sliced a crevice between all of us against the few of them. The fires grew with our entitlement. Single acts of defiance become the more heroic as one window gave way to another. … Each window leading to another then turned around the corner, where more windows yield to the boots and bats.
We were being blown forward by black smoke. It bellowed threw the frenzy. A car here-and-there smashed and burning. Parking garages bellowing the stuff. We all took it in deep breaths and let out cheers.
Before it is said that this was a jock riot. Drunk white guys. A hockey riot; It should be asked why are some so quick to dispel social war. This was not a politico riot. For the most part it seemed like kids from the peripherals of central Vancouver. If it were a race riot, as a white guy I’d a been strung up. My shade of white-ass was few and far in between.
