Toronto: Memorial March for Dave Vasey

Last Friday, we honoured a great person and activist, and a dear friend, who had a presence at and behind the scenes of so many actions for justice around Tkaronto. He also played a key role in founding MISN and supporting us over the past decade.We celebrated him in a way that he would have us: with art, ceremony, music, words from our hearts, followed by a candlelit march with a marching band, fireworks, and a route covered with posters commemorating him and his words. Finally we gathered together to share a meal and performances celebrating his life. Hundreds of people came out to honour this wonderful person and activist, who brought so many into the movement and inspired us with his actions. Read More …

Rest In Power, Dave Vasey

It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of our friend, comrade, and local 28 Fellow Defender Dave Vasey.

An outspoken advocate for environmental justice, anti-fascist organizing, and decolonization, Dave dedicated his life to fighting against state and corporate powerhouses that he saw as a threat to the working class, and to the world as a whole. In spite of the fact that he was years older than your average frontline activist he was always the first to lead the charge, to organize a fight back, and to deliver a rousing speech that would put fire into the belly of even the most apprehensive revolutionary.

A true fighter to the end, he spent his last days on the frontlines of some of the largest anti-fascist actions Toronto has seen in decades, and was heavily engaged in the soaring eagles camp, as well as solidarity actions in support of the Unist’ot’en camp.

He is survived by his cat Tom who has been adopted by two local 28 members, and his memory will echo in all of our future actions.

“Love is the movement.” Read More …

Rest Easy and Burn Bright, Dave Vasey

Anonymous Submission to North Shore Counter-Info. To our lost friend and comrade, Dave Vasey, and those he left behind: Words come slow in times like these. Sometimes the struggle to find the right words feels more like a further burden, weighing us down, making us feel as though we have failed a second time at doing our dear friend justice. And maybe that’s because words alone are never quite enough Read More …