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Canadians Rise Up Against Hemispheric Free Trade Pact at Quebec Summit
Quebec would become a right of passage for thousands of young Canadians who came to protest the FTAA and the hollowing out of their democracy only to bump into the largest security buildup in their country's history.
\"Canadians Rise Up Against Hemispheric Trade Pact at Quebec Summit\"
by John Tarleton
Thousands of young Canadians were enveloped in a burning haze of chemical irritants as tear gas canisters continued arcing across the twilight sky. They had battled Quebec police for two days while leaders from every nation in the Western Hemisphere except Cuba met atop a hill behind an 11-foot-wall to discuss creating a free trade zone that would encompass 800 million people.
The protesters were now being chased back down the hill into the lower part of Quebec City. As they retreated under a freeway overpass to a \"green zone\"safe space, they began banging rocks against guardrails.
\"Clank, clank, clank-clank, clank! Clank, clank, clank-clank, clank!\"
A makeshift kitchen ladled out hot soup and people danced around a raging bonfire for hours as the metallic clamor grew louder and louder. I asked a young man why he was pounding on a crumpled traffic sign. I was yelling at the top of my voice.
\"Because,\" he said, \"it
by John Tarleton
Thousands of young Canadians were enveloped in a burning haze of chemical irritants as tear gas canisters continued arcing across the twilight sky. They had battled Quebec police for two days while leaders from every nation in the Western Hemisphere except Cuba met atop a hill behind an 11-foot-wall to discuss creating a free trade zone that would encompass 800 million people.
The protesters were now being chased back down the hill into the lower part of Quebec City. As they retreated under a freeway overpass to a \"green zone\"safe space, they began banging rocks against guardrails.
\"Clank, clank, clank-clank, clank! Clank, clank, clank-clank, clank!\"
A makeshift kitchen ladled out hot soup and people danced around a raging bonfire for hours as the metallic clamor grew louder and louder. I asked a young man why he was pounding on a crumpled traffic sign. I was yelling at the top of my voice.
\"Because,\" he said, \"it
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