I’ve felt like this before, but only during the very beginning and rising waves of some type of drug-frenzy (of a psychedelic/stimulant nature)– right at the moment where the brain makes the connection that its peace is about to be shattered by oceans of serotonin and dopamine and god knows what else . At this moment, you know you’re no longer sober and that you are in for a ride – at the point of no return – though you still have control over yourself and your thoughts and in the face of what’s to come, you could sincerely act sober if you had to. What comes next may be different for each person, I suppose, but I’ve heard very similar accounts…Your body begins feeling anticipation and it gets a little cold; you feel as if someone suddenly opened the window and let a cold breeze in. You shudder a little bit and your skin begins feeling a little uncomfortable. You are trembling lightly, but you realize it isn’t really cold you’re feeling but a bit of nervousness –it’s simply the anticipation! You begin wriggling your toes and fingers and moving your neck in circles, then your arms then your other extremities, trying to stretch your whole body – like trying to stretch an elastic band so wide that it remains expanded rather than rigorous and tight without breaking. Your body feels hot and cold at the same time, though temperature has nothing to do with it. You are hungry but food nauseates you at the same time. You try to look for something on TV to watch and distract you, but you know that even if you have enough attention span at the moment, within a few minutes you will not be able to concentrate on anything as monotone and one-dimensional as television for more than a few seconds. You want to walk because you feel restless, but at the same time your legs feel so well-put together crossed under your ass as they are that you already know that as soon as you get up a freezing chill will grip your legs and then your spine and then leave you even worse (or better????) than you are now. You feel like you want to shit but you know that in fact you don’t….you feel extreme pleasure and at the same time utter discomfort, and both are caused by the exact same reason: ANTICIPATION! Then you let a slow, deep sigh out….ahhhhhhhh….and you blink hard, and everyone else around you knows that you have reached the first plateau…

Well I’m sort of feeling that feeling now, but I have not consumed anything. In fact, it’s been a very long time since I consumed anything serious. Though still certainly appealing in terms of insanity and…well, fun, an entire trip of any kind seems too arduous now; it would take too much out of me – not more than before, but it just isn’t worth it now (though I do have to admit, from time to time I get a savage taste for something, and with the right people, I may just fly high once more, I think to myself). But it bugs me that I am at this sort of limbo – at the place between sobriety and such extreme mental activity that it conjures up wild auditory and visual hallucinations and uncontrollable bouts of laughter – particularly because at the very best, once this feelings passes (if it does), then I will just be feeling sober again, and it will all have been for nothing!…

That’s why I decided to write this. I figured by typing something my mind would be taken off the feeling, despite the fact that I’d be writing about it. And it’s worked, more or less. I keep feeling it, though to a lesser extent. But now I have absolutely nothing more to say about this. Because the post was not supposed to be about anything else but this weird feeling that has gripped me so tightly and I whose end I just cant fathom. I don’t even want to go get a beer or smoke a joint or play the drums – though to be honest, I want to do all those things! Goddamn I hate this feeling, especially the fact that I don’t know why I’m feeling it!…………………….



I remember that around at least six years ago (goddamn, time flies!), right around the time that I was starting University, I had already decided what my stance on the political spectrum would be. I must have been between 17 and 18 years old, fresh out of high-school and hell-bent on picking a side. But let me back-track a bit to give you some context.

For as long as I can remember, politics have always been discussed at family meetings (including our extended family), the dinner table, outings, and especially during those long nights fueled by Rum, heated discussions and a deck of playing-cards. Obviously, I was not always interested, but I remember that even as a kid I could hear the adults talking about Elections and Corrupt Politicians and Wars and other things that although were incomprehensible to me, appeared to hold a great deal of importance to the flabby adults rambling on about it and turning red from ire and too much drink. But it wasn’t until high-school that I became vaguely interested in politics, and it was mostly because I figured out that by taking a certain side or by stringing a few chosen words together, it was possible to piss many people off – and to do so without having to lift a finger.

I remember one time in my grade 11 or 12 politics class an incident with my teacher that I would now say was more or less a defining moment in my life. Well, a few weeks before the incident I had been sitting in a Chinese restaurant on the China-town strip on Spadina Road (in Toronto) with my father, mother and little brother who refused to eat Chinese food and would only fill up on sweets and tea until we left the restaurant and he got a pepperoni slice. While we waited for the food, I was telling my parents a little bit about what we had been discussing in class and about other things that I had heard or read. Then at one point, I remember that I asked them what it meant to be a socialist or a communist. Of course they did not have  a nice, short, compact answer (thankfully); rather, they first asked me why I was interested in knowing about it, what I knew about it, and then went on to give me a brief overview of what they knew of the Cuban Revolution and other such movements. I was smitten with what they were telling me, but when they asked me if I thought I was one, I told them that I couldn’t say so yet; that I thought I possibly would want to be one, but that I’d first need to learn properly what it was and what it meant to be one. We went on talking a little more about that, school and other things as we devoured some of the best Chinese food in Toronto (too bad I don’t remember the restaurant’s name).

Ok, skip a few weeks ahead. I was sitting in class, still rattling with the questions I had asked my parents and the things that I had read since then. Mind you, during the latter part of high-school I was hitting the bong pretty hard, and most of my classes after lunch consisted of either naps or “writing time” as I scribbled some half-baked ideas on my notebooks. But on this particular day, though very stoned, I was paying attention to what the teacher was saying. I had my arms folded across the desk and my chin resting on them, and my half-opened, red eyes were fixed on the hazy figure moving and talking in front. She started giving an overview of what we were going to talk about in the following weeks, or something to that effect. Then she started mentioning things like “capitalism” and “socialism” and “revolution” and “dictatorships”. I lifted my head and tried shaking myself a little more awake to listen better. Then she said it. I don’t remember her exact words (perhaps because I’m still hitting that bong), but the gist of it was that Fidel Castro was a dictator who drove around in golden BMW limousines while the rest of the Cuban people died in hunger and misery. Now, despite the political views of anyone that may be reading this, and whether they believe that or not, I found it arrogant and, most of all, utterly irresponsible for a teacher to state such ludicrous opinions as fact (when even stating them as opinion would be questionable) in a high-school classroom. So I began to protest as I simultaneously lifted my hand up to signal that I was questioning something she said.

“Wow, wow, wow,” I started, trying to sound sober. “You can’t go around stating your opinions as fact, miss! I don’t even think that what you’re saying is true…” And I went on saying some other things.  Now this was in high-school, so I may have been a bit blunter, but there was never any swearing or blatant disrespect but for the fact that I interrupted her tirade. Well, she was furious. She cut me off right away and told me that I had to put my hand up if I wanted to speak, to which I tried frantically responding that she was wrong and shouldn’t be saying things like that and blah blah blah. Ultimately, she told me that I shouldn’t be so rude and openly contradict teachers in a classroom, and then she gave me detention after school. I tried protesting a bit, but obviously it was to no effect. I didn’t say much else after that, particularly because I was paranoid being so stoned and for the dope that I was carrying in my pockets, so I just said, “I don’t think that’s fair, but ok…” and shut up.

When I got home extra late that evening after being held for an hour or so I told my parents what had happened, infuriated, and they replied, also infuriated with that hard-headed, immature teacher of mine. I don’t recall the exact details of their meeting, but my father tells me that shortly after that (perhaps the next day) he had a one-on-one meeting with her where they discussed that incident, among other things. I don’t believe that I was aware of that meeting, because the following day, as I sat in class, too stoned to hold a grudge with anyone, something the same teacher was saying caught my attention again. However, this time, it was not the content of what she said but rather the words that she was using: they were the exact words that I had heard my father speak a million times before. She began saying something about when people get old they often forget about what they were like in their youth and the mistakes that they may have committed; and that it was the gift of the wise adult to tactically deal with such situations; and finally that it is characteristic of the wise adult not to feel vindicated but rather happy when young people show any interest in what they are saying, even if they happen to disagree. It was like hearing my father speak, almost verbatim, in fact, because I had already heard that lecture many times before. She went on teaching the class regularly, but when we were done she told me to stay for a while so we could talk. She apologized for having given me detention, admitting that it was the embarrassment of being contradicted so bluntly in front of the others that pissed her off, and not the fact that I spoke out of turn. For my part, I also apologized for having spoken without raising my hand first, but I assured her that I would do it again if she said things like that another time, lest she shows where she got her facts from. And that’s how we left it. We never spoke again after that, except in class. Actually, I returned to the school on one of my days off three or four years later to visit some teachers and I ran into her. We had an amicable and brief conversation, though there was obvious tension. I have never seen her since.

But it was during that classroom that I realized that there would always be people exposing those opinions as facts, particularly about Cuba and about anything that had to do with Socialism. I did not start considering myself a socialist then, but I certainly took on an interest about the theories of socialism and capitalism, finding myself very naturally attracted to the first. It was at that moment also that I realized that by taking a side, I could piss people off, for better or for worse. This became more and more evident throughout University, where heated debates between advocates for both sides always left me wanting more, until eventually I started taking place in them. As the years went by, I began to understand all those things that the flabby adults would speak about and I even began contributing my own fractured and still not fully formed opinions during family visits.

During University my views solidified. Though I couldn’t say I know everything about it, I have arrived at a conclusion that only through Socialism can the Human Spirit flourish; that capitalism, despite its obvious benefits, ultimately leads to the impoverishment of the largest sections of any society that adopts it; and most importantly, that I live in a system that is inevitably filled with people that, like that teacher, will try to impose their views on the easily influenced rather than presenting facts to help us arrive at our own conclusions. Unfortunately, political views are just as capable of destroying as they are of creating relationships, connections, friendships and alliances. However, in my opinion, the biggest lesson I learned with that unfortunate experience in high-school and my subsequent time in University, was not that I like Socialism over Capitalism (that would have become evident as soon as I began reading up on those things). Rather, it was the fact that I realized that seeking the truth – or verification or clarification – behind politically charged statements or opinions can end up infuriating those who hold them, particularly when they themselves began holding these opinions as a result of others inculcating them inside their heads with preaching; and particularly when certain views are held for personal gain, economic or otherwise. And in my experience, when speaking with others of the benefits and shortcomings of both socialism and capitalism, the Truth is something to be dug out from deep under personal prejudices and complexes.

In my opinion, Socialism is alive and well in the 21st Century as it becomes more and more evident than Capitalism is a Goliath falling on its knees and decimating the society around it as it does.

So now I always fight my fights from the Far Left, with paper and pen as my Rifle and Knife.


By Franc RC

Steel birds sang the fat off of our work day.  I write you in harvest season under
shelter, while stars & stripes still occupy our crops & the poison seeps into our monarchs as cold cancer.

I keep warm in Marley songs, rest far away from my home town.  Lungs catching breaths in between the battle, I’m Moncada este momento, tried 26 times, the 27th leaves behind failure.  Even stronger then saviours cause I live past 30.

Fed on pigs only on the bay, that 1 fine Cuban day.  Putting a cap on dope cause even Fidel cut out cigars but what good can come from categorizing those who still use in jars???

I’m not here to sink into the heArd – “it takes a wolf to catch a wolf” – so serve me up a seal, who even for their own baby’s don’t feel.  Swim with currents of change.  Life lessons from the street on how to better eat.  I was starving for some schooling but the fee hike has me chewing on plastic cutlery.

I am not my job, I am not my gym, I’m not what I didn’t do or who. I am not beliefs, believe me I am energy, dependability for when the shit goes down unexpectedly.

Look back 15 years, ya you’ll find an example of fear, now look further star & find Lee’s words “running water never goes stale,” so I tread back into the future, see life for what it really is, McFly.

The cup can always be half empty but let that shit shatter in the woods, I’m
travelling man, city to city, loco these girls are always so damn pretty.  We create perfect days, by any means necessary.

Negativity chased away, I wish these moments could forever stay but I am not an island, if again I need to strap on armour against violence, know I won’t go down in silence.

It’s 1822, remember me with you.


In a not so distant future, dreaming has been eradicated by Humans.  It is believed that dreaming caused distractions in our conscious moments, because we pursue those “pipe-dreams” instead of focusing on the tangible and present work; that instead of increasing our productivity in every sphere and industry, we use that energy to try to make an alternate and supposedly imaginary reality real. So after much negotiation between leaders of the world, scientists, the military, entrepreneurs and industrialists, the Human Race is able to harness the technology and chemical compositions to simply make us stop dreaming: to provide for us eight uninterrupted hours of sleep, thereby fueling ourselves for the following day of work. We are made into fully efficient, hard-working, mono-tone beings with no aspirations for the future or recollection of the past, and very little emotion left. We are calculating and cold. Our interactions deteriorate to basic babbling about the present; about the work that was done in the morning and the work that will be done the next day; about an insipid life that is lived daily, but with no past or no future; about the very things that are happening today, at this moment, and nothing more. With absolutely no notion of the past or the present, and with a blank memory every night, our daily lives become a dull existence, where everyone is just an image and a co-worker. With no memory of anything that comes before the day’s beginning, we are unable to form relationships, amicable or romantic. In the not so distant future, we are turned into Vessels of Production and Rational Calculating Thought, and there exists no space for passion whatsoever.


At first only humans were the subjects. It was noticed that while working, a grand majority of people were not working at full capacity. They were talking with each other about their children, their memories, their plans for the future, their worries, their aspirations, their losses and their gains – and all this caused them to be distracted from their work. Of course, every single day, it seemed as if it were these daily interactions that filled the earth and the oceans with color; as if it were their stories that gave life to the trees and plants; as if it were their words that resonated in the singing of the birds and the fluttering of butterflies’ wings. It seemed that life outside of the factory walls and the corporate skyscrapers was constantly being created and churned by their interactions. Even inside the factory walls and concrete buildings, compartmentalized into cubicles and different departments for different issues, the music that emanated from the speakers and the sun-light that peered through the windows and the open shades all seemed to be the offspring of constant interaction among us. But none of this mattered to the High – the Owners and the Bosses. They only saw huge monetary losses in every minute and every second that work was not being done; in every millisecond that we spent talking rather than building those pallets, or shipping those boxes, or selling those stocks, or pushing those papers around. To the Highs, all that mattered was that we spend our time working, selling, calling. Their world was detached from ours, and though it was enveloped in gray, the Highs spent all their energy – spiritual, moral, physical, financial – smearing it with artificial colors and mountains and birds and trees. And this had gone on for so long, that they had lost the ability to distinguish between the real and the artificial. (MAYBE THIS IS WHY THEY CONSUMED MORE AND WANTED MORE, BECAUSE THEY FAILED TO REALIZE THE DISTINCTION BETWEEN THE REAL – THE ATTAINABLE – AND THE UNREAL – THE UNNATAINABLE)

So at first the Highs tried to ban talking at the workplace. They implemented all sorts of rules and regulations and penalties for those who were found to be violators of said rules and regulations. At the beginning there were daily infractions, because despite the tough fines and penalties, people still found the need to talk to each other. They always found ways to get around the regulations and, later, to get around the cameras that gawked at everything from the corners in the ceiling and from the regulators who, like robots, marched up and down every hall with the sole purpose of zeroing in on whoever was having any sort of conversation or interaction. Yes, despite their obsessive need to control this, every worker was able to find a way around it, and the rules seemed to be nothing but rubbish to us all. But the Highs grew impatient and enraged – many of them developed ulcers and other intestinal problems caused by their anger. They looked for many different ways to stop our stubborn need to interact, but nothing worked – not even the violence that they began to perpetrate on the violators of their rules. In fact, once they started using violence, we gained confidence in our tenacity and began to be even more boisterous in our conversations and more blatant about them. If someone was discovered by the regulators, the only thing to do was to put up a savage fight and draw as much blood from as many of them as possible before you were subdued by the rest of them clubbing you to the floor. This was simply accepted, because we would simply not stop talking. For a while, there was an open war between the Regulators (who worked for the Highs) and us, the Lows. Productivity, of course, in almost every sphere plummeted, and that is when the Highs apparently decided to pull back from their Violent Operations and just let us be. We thought we had won…

A few months later an announcement was made over every speaker in every factory and corporate building; in every sector and department of any and all private and public offices. A pre-recorded announcement in a sensual female voice dictated:

“All Comrades, please be advised that a New Program of Efficiency is being implemented. Starting in Alphabetical Order, all Comrades will be called to the Human Resources Department and will be administered take-home equipment and given instructions on how to use it. Smile, Comrades, the Future is here, and we have found the technology to improve all of our Efficiency with no Violence.”

A few seconds after the announcement, the speakers began calling people down in segments. First the As to the Js; then Ks to Ss; and finally Ts to Zs.  At first we were all skeptical and everyone murmured with curiosity and with a certain degree of fear and uncertainty. But there was only one way to find out what was going to happen after all, so people began going up. If another war was to start, someone would have to make the first move, and if it was the Highs that did so, we were all ready to retaliate with full force, damn be the killed from their side and blessed the ones from ours. But after the first group returned, everyone was momentarily put at ease. They carried a device with them that looked like an MP3 player or some kind of music device, a thin booklet with instructions on what to do, and two pills, one red and one white. They told us that they had been told that all we had to do was take one tablet on the following Monday then simply turn the device on and play the tracks while we slept; we would listen to the tracks daily, in our sleep, through the earphones, and on Friday we would swallow the White Pill. By the next week, we were told, we would be able to see a sure spike in our productivity, and feel no other unwanted side-effects. However no one trusted any of what they told us, and after everyone had received their take-home package, everyone was dubious about the entire process, especially the pills. When the Highs were made aware of this a couple of weeks later by the Regulators who patrolled every hall of every work-space, they decided to prove to us that everything was harmless. On a Monday, as everyone dragged themselves to work, marching in a dull, rhythmic fashion, the P.A. system came on once again with the Sexy Voice announcing yet another reassuring message:

“Attention all Comrades, we’ve realized that given our passed problems, many of you are skeptical of our new Efficiency Program. This is understandable. We don’t want to repeat the same unpleasantness that occurred last March. That is why we want to put you at ease and show you that we are on the same side. We are asking you to report yourselves to the Cafeterias to watch the testing of our products in person and live. We’ll be running workshops all week, so please report at your convenience and soon we will all be on the path to Productivity, Efficiency and Happiness.”

The P.A. announcement ended there with a high pitch feedback wail and soon the murmuring resumed. Voices all over began talking excitedly about these supposed workshops. Rumors ran rampant, and at one point the idea that the workshops were really mind-altering camps where they would extract a piece of our brain to make us more obedient was propagated around, but believed by few. Eventually we all agreed to go in a huge group, in case that some macabre plan was in store for us. But when we got there nothing happened. Instead, a huge stage was set up in one end of the room, and the halls, normally filled with squared desks side by side, like in a classroom, was now filled with rows of metal, and grey chairs extending from one end of the room to the other. We all took a seat, and soon thereafter some guys in white coats came out from behind the curtains.

“Hello Comrades,” they started. “This will not take very long…we just want to put you at ease about our new approach to productivity, and to do this we simply want to show you two things.”

They unveiled two glass crates that were standing on two different stances side by side. On the left one, there were three mice running around the cage, running on their little wheel, and collecting hey on a corner; on the right one there were three mice traveling up and down on a system of tubes with twigs in their mouths and buildings forts at every entrance to the tubes. Then one of the men in the white coats stepped forward, near the edge of the stage, and addressed us all.

“Comrades, what you are seeing here is the Future! This is the proof that science can indeed harness the secret of productivity! The mice on the right have taken the pills and have been exposed to the music that we have provided for you. Now we will show you that the pills are safe.”

They took two of the mice from the left crate and gave each a Red Pill. Of course he knew that this would not be enough to convince any of us, so he took one too.

“In exactly a week,” he started “I will take the White Pill, and two days after, on the following Monday, we will all meet back here so that you can both see me and our lucky mice. Nothing will have changed except for the fact that we will be working 200% more efficiently.” He had a huge but clearly forced smile, and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets with a kind of desperate excitement. “You will see, my friends,” he exclaimed to end the presentation, “THE FUTURE IS OURS!”

We all left the room looking at each other and murmuring again excitedly. “What do you think will happen?” everyone kept asking. “I don’t know,” I replied drily to a stocky man who asked me the same question. “But whatever it is, it can’t be good if it’s coming from the Highs….I don’t have a good feeling about this….”




“Cynic” some have called me – and some still do – when in the middle of some drunken tirade somewhere I’ve proposed that the capitalist system is failing us. The objective truth of this statement, however, supersedes my own weirdness – a truth which has manifested itself one financial catastrophe after the other worldwide since the 2008 meltdown.

This reality is becoming more apparent to working class folk as they desperately claw at any semblance of economic security like frightened animals while they realize the sad and ugly truth: that unfettered capitalism cannot solve all the world’s problems, and that it has “not helped working families,” as Labour is Not a Commodity put it – a blog administered by four organizations focused on international labour issues.

As the economies of once wealthy European countries collapse one after the other like dominoes, a radical component is budding across the globe with the strength and vitality of the anti-war demonstrations and civil-rights clashes of the ‘60s and ‘70s, with the exception that today we also have technology on our side. I can already picture an angry old general somewhere in the Pentagon, frantically pegging little red dots on an enormous world map plastered on a wall, highlighting all the countries where the Occupy Movement has ‘infiltrated’, starting with the United States of America itself.

“Socialism isn’t a boogie-man anymore,” agreed Ethan Earle, a young thirty-something living in New York. Ethan is the Director of the U.S. branch of The Working World, a micro-credit firm created by Brendan Martin in 2004, an ex-Wall-Streeter that dropped the high-powered life of Bears and Bulls after being inspired by Naomi Klein and Avi Lewis’ movie called La Toma, which depicts the rise of the cooperative movement in that country.

Hazel Corcoran, the Executive Director of the Canadian Worker Cooperative Federation (CWCF) – a “federation of worker co-ops across the country providing trade association functions like lobbying and conferencing, as well as support for the development of new worker cooperatives in Canada” – agreed that information is power as we chatted on the phone. She spoke hurriedly and excitedly, possibly because she was also packing for a trip, but it was obvious she was infatuated with the type of work she did.

“You look at the Occupy Movement and…other social movements out there and it feels that it’s a time when people are looking for an alternative way to organize business, society and the economy,” she beamed.

Indeed. The capitalist system’s biggest threat today is not the political left – represented one way or another in the Movements. Rather, it is the angry mob of educated and disillusioned young people who have taken to the streets to voice the roaring discontent of the middle- and working-classes.

Judith Lipp is the Executive Director of the Toronto Renewable Energy Cooperative (TREC), which was created in 1998 by a group of volunteers in order to create a community-owned wind energy project in Toronto. Today, it is a leader in the Renewable Energy Sector.

She voiced a similar perspective except with a hint of pessimism when she told me, in a soft-spoken tone, that she thinks that although people may be looking “to align their values in various ways to participate in society…at the same time a large segment of the population is focused on status and money, and has lost touch with what their values are and any kind of long-term thinking.” She in fact doubts that “we’re close to breaking that cycle.”

But there is something very interesting about the three people I’ve mentioned: they all work directly with a new business-model that challenges the old and tired notion that workers must be led by bosses at the helm.

Let’s face it, who hasn’t had that nauseating job where you had to deal with a belligerent, drunk-on-power fool of a boss who liked to find fault with everything you did while watching over your shoulder like a disease-ridden vulture? Well, I know I have. The worst part is that this is the best of cases: where in order to get fully paid all you had to do is eat a little shit.

In other cases, the tendons in both your shoulders and elbows snap like worn elastic bands, sending you to the surgery room, caused by the repetitiveness and physical strain that comes with five years of unloading trucks, just to be given the boot when “management upstairs” claims that they can’t find any other job suitable to your doctored-prescribed limitations because of your lack of English, which at the factory floor, many minorities will agree, never matters.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you: The System!

But hope, as some famous poet once said, springs eternal. Two-thousand-and-twelve has been declared by the United Nations as the International Year of Cooperatives (IYC), which has been “positive for the [cooperative] sector” in Canada, where the movement has really begun to “[wake] up,” said Corcoran.


Since 1995,the owners of the Brukman Suit Factory in Argentina had begun to slash salaries unscrupulously, and eventually ended up firing about half of their labour force. By 2001, with business through the ground, they just decided to abandon the factory and leave the workers unpaid.

Seeing joblessness as an opportunity to band together, a group of 58 seamstresses bravely decided to walk into their factory and, like God did unto Adam, breathed life back into it. As they went along, the seamstresses also grasped how to perform administrative, accounting and managerial duties of a company.

In order to tell this and many other similarly heroic stories that were bourgeoning in the aftermath of the economic collapse in Argentina at the turn of the century, Naomi Klein and Avi Lewis released La Toma (The Take) in 2004. The movie follows a group of Argentinian workers trying to legally obtain their abandoned factory at the same time that it depicts the rise of the Recovered Factory Movement in that country. Their story is not dissimilar to what many countries in Latin America and others around the world associated with the International Monetary Fund (IMF), have had to muddle through.


At the cusp of the new millennium, as Argentinian President Carlos Menem welcomed the new year with a lavish party and champagne – the same political thug who just before the 2003 re-elections would be on House Arrest on Corruption Charges – IMF Managing Director Michel Camdessus lauded that Argentina was indeed in a way to enter the “new century in a very, very solid basis.”

However, outside of those lavish parties, while the glasses still clinked, the country was slipping below the poverty line due to “business friendly” policies that would come to be known as “El Modelo,” characterized by massive downsizing, corporate hand-outs and the sale of public assets to private companies.

As rumours of an economic bust due to corporate failures spread like wildfire in the troubled nation, the currency began to drop quickly. Quite literally overnight, the wealthiest took out $40 billion dollars’ worth of Argentinian pesos out of banks in huge armoured trucks to send to offshore bank-accounts. Thrown into a grand panic, the government froze all accounts, in effect locking the working-class out of their savings while allowing the rich and the factory owners to hoist their money offshore. The people were left with nothing but an inept government, a crumbling economy and closed factories, which unleashed an epidemic of unemployment.

Suddenly, Argentina, one of the most prosperous countries in Latin America, plunged into poverty. But as tradition has it in Latin America, the only logical response to extreme poverty was to PROTEST!

Millions of people of all ages and backgrounds poured onto the streets with the force of a tsunami, all in angry solidarity over the government’s support of the counteractive IMF policies. In utter political and economic disarray, Argentina ended up declaring the “largest sovereign-debt default in world history” in 2002, a symbol, the movie says, of the widespread rejection by the people of the entire economic model itself, and not just of one politician or policy. Though years later, it’s been argued that that sentiment is exactly what the Occupy Movement is currently expressing.


Working class people exist in huge numbers in the Global North – people that have been screwed by management one way or another.

The purpose of the International Year for Cooperatives is to bring to the forefront something that has been working quietly and efficiently for longer than people know. Indeed, the cooperative business model has time and time again presented both economic and social advantages to those societies that have adopted it.

“On a very basic level,” Earle said, “co-ops give people an opportunity to be the protagonist in their own jobs, in their own life-stories.”

Corcoran agrees.

“I think one of the reasons why co-ops are so powerful is [precisely] because people spend so much more of their lives and energy and focus as workers rather than as consumers, making work a really big part of their lives.”

When you join a co-operative, the main attraction is its democratic nature.

Worker-cooperatives like Big Carrot, for instance, where they have something like 70 staff members, Corcoran explained, “have something like 50 or 60 worker-owners.”

What this means is that the people that work at the store also own it: “the principle that the members in control are the same member-group that shares the profits and that same member-group that decides on who the board members are,” Corcoran said.

General meetings for all members are periodically held at the discretion of each cooperative and it is at these meetings where they decide on all decisions based on a one-member-one-vote principle. The main principle by which cooperatives abide is solidarity and cooperation, both internally and externally, so when it comes to wages, cooperatives provide every employee with sufficient pay to live a decent life.

In Argentina, many factories have opted to pay all employees equal salaries, a decision made at a general meeting and by a democratic vote inclusive of all members. In other places, such as in Italy and Spain, two countries where the cooperative movement has solidified itself and shown blatant progress in the lives of all employees and the communities in which they operate, salaries are not always equal, although always equitable.

In Emilia-Romagna, for instance, one of the largest regions in Italy located at the North of the European Boot, the Cooperative Movement has helped the average per capita income to climb to 21,025 Euros, well above the national average of 16,315.

More importantly, despite a global trend, unemployment has continued to drop in parts of the world where cooperatives are the dominant part of the economy such as in both Emilia-Romagna and in the Basque Region of Spain where Mondragon operates (a Corporation/Federation of over 256 cooperatives employing over 83,000 workers).

“Spain has an economy in a complete and utter mess!” Corcoran exclaimed jubilantly. “And Mondragon is there, still struggling, because their sales are being challenged and so on, but they don’t have any unemployment! They just share the pains; everyone gets paid a little less and maybe gets less hours, but no one is thrown out!”

Similarly, in an essay by John Logue, Founder and Director of the Ohio Employee Ownership Center (OEOC) until his unfortunate death in 2009, it was found that in Emilia-Romagna, unemployment was at an “enviable 3% among the 10 richest of the European Union’s 122 regions.” As of 2011 it has climbed to 6%, which is still quite low. The region also remains the fourth largest Italian Exporter, and up to 30% of the region’s GDP comes from co-ops.

Making the case for the advancement of cooperatives in the U.S. and Canada, Earle pointed out that “the introduction of a cooperative into a traditional business ecosystem makes that system healthier…[by] pushing traditional employers to be more responsible and democratic with their workers.”

The idea is that once workers realize that there is indeed a better system available by which they can control and organize themselves and therefore assure economic stability, Bosses and Management will think twice before laying people off in order to boost their own bonuses. Therefore, he concluded, “I think there’s certainly nothing [about cooperatives] that is incompatible with the U.S. economy.”

Moreover, in stark contrast to the housing and general social situation in the United States, for instance, “housing co-ops and consumer co-ops are so numerous [in Emilia-Romagna] that they hold down prices, and most privatized social services are provided by employee co-ops (including 60% of home health care services),” Logue pointed out.

Community-focus is also incredible. In Argentina, cooperatives have not only worked in solidarity with one another, but have also subsidized and offered free products to charities, schools and community centers.

A testimony from one of the sisters of a worker-owner of the Brukman Recovered Factory seen in the La Toma movie declares that under corporate management, her sister was docked pay every time she missed work to go for cancer treatment. Under the workers’ management, she told the camera elatedly, they pay her every cent she is owed even when she is getting her treatment.

“This is the people we must support!” exclaimed the woman as she raised her fists and laughed for the camera.

The Spanish cooperative Mondragon goes as far as to offer supportive capital and services internationally.


Although it sounds like an easy concept – to support a movement which clearly empowers and provides a better life for the middle class – there are certain barriers to the movement.

Firstly, investment from the private sector is hard to come by when high returns cannot be promised.

“It’s a difficulty in some ways,” Earle said, “particularly when you take seasoned investors with a particular idea of what an investment has to look like. To a certain degree,” he continued, “we’re trying to change the mentality of what we really need to be investing in: that is, looking outside of individual returns and thinking genuinely in investing in society at large.”

The Working World loans money ranging from $1000 to $40000 to new and established cooperatives which would normally be turned away by traditional creditors as they have little or no collateral. It does this on very friendly terms, never asking for the money to be re-paid yet nevertheless boasting a 97% repayment rate.

The organization began with funds from Martin’s own pockets and “two angel donors who have given [them] long-term support.” At this point, Earle said, it is “sort of a smorgasbord of funding,” since they’ve received as recently as 2009, a bit of financing from the Argentinian government through the Ministry of Social Development under Leftist president Nestor Kirchner.

“More recently,” he explained, “in a shining moment for the organization, two different federations of cooperatives actually had extra money that they had a mandate to use to support the growth of other worker cooperatives in the area, [but] they cast that money over to us, which was a real affirmation of the quality of the work that we’d been doing and…the extent to which we were seen as a group genuinely responsive to the needs of the movement.”

“I’d be lying to say that people are beating down our door to give us their investments,” he clarified with a chuckle. “But at the same time I can say that we do have a moderately-sized group of regular investors.” As a matter of fact, he thinks that this year they will be going “over the one million-dollar [mark] in loans.”

TREC and its two affiliated projects – WindShare and SolarShare – have also had difficulty “getting people to put investment up front,” Lipp told me, largely because they are trying to provide renewable energy sources in an industry that has been “dominated for the last hundred years by large centralized entities.”

“We’re transitioning to a decentralized electricity system, but there are lots of people who don’t understand what we are doing,” she said.

“On the whole,” she began explaining, “it is [a group of] – environmentally-conscious, middle-class individuals interested in finding ways to address climate change and other issues, but also looking for investment opportunities that align with their values.” Unfortunately, that is precisely the reason why it is difficult coming by private investment.

People “turn the lights on but they don’t really want to engage with how it is that we keep those lights on and the impact that keeping those lights on has on the environment as well as on other social aspects,” Lipp explained. “So the challenge is navigating the system that is geared towards large players and being able to make that system work for essentially small players who are doing smaller projects.”

Luckily, there are programs in Ontario such as the Green-Energy Act, a Feed-In Tariff (FIT) program, and the Community Energy Partnership Program, all of which “essentially provide the framework…to apply and become a generator and feed into the grid as long as you’re given a contract,” Lipp reassured me.

For TREC in particular, the fact that the Federal Government is ending the Cooperative Development Initiative (CDI) program will not adversely affect them yet since they have one more year in their three-year grant contract. But Lipp told me that it will definitely be a painful blow going forward for new cooperatives.

Corcoran also agreed. “Getting grants is almost impossible from federal foundations….and getting capital, as well, it’s a challenge because of its nature in cooperatives, which is instrumental and not what is driving the business.”

She continued: “We’ve long argued that there is a need for a national co-op development fund on the order of $20 million or bigger.” The CWCF currently offers a small fund that people can use to start their own co-ops.

In talking with all three, it became apparent that the biggest obstacle to the cooperative movement had to do with funding. It was agreed that because the work that cooperatives do is in many ways innovative, focused mostly on social advantages rather than on individual profits, not many “seasoned investors” are interested in offering their dollars. Nevertheless, Lipp assured me that as viable alternatives to traditional capitalist economic models go, cooperatives were certainly on the list since they “have been around for the last 200 years.”

Indeed, in Italy, the cooperative movement had its origins in the 1850s, and flourished until the end of the Second World War, when Mussolini’s brutal fascism decimated “its strong cooperative and labour movements,” Logue’s essay reads.

But this did not end the movement. And neither did the CIA money that went into destabilizing the Left-wing government in Emilia-Romagna who, in spite of those Machiavellian American efforts, managed to “encourage employee ownership, consumer cooperatives, and agricultural cooperatives, [as well as] the development of Cooperative Institutions for all small businesses.”

Although we no longer find any blatant suppression towards cooperative and labour movements, governments in the United States and in Canada have kept hush on funding them.

As mentioned above, the Canadian Federals are currently cutting the funds fuelling the Cooperative Development Initiative, but even long before this Conservative noose on the country, the Liberals weren’t exactly paving crossroads.

“We actually spent ten years starting this organization,” Corcoran told me, because they “had next to nothing, like $30,000 or $40,000-a-year budget. We were about to give up when we obtained our funds,” she said, laughing with disbelief.

“We hadn’t obtained the capital funds after years of lobbying the Liberals – we were just going to throw in the towel because we were exhausted and tired. But luckily that came in just in time… in 2001.” This was used to start their Capital Fund for starting co-ops, which they are still operating. They had come close to obtaining the full funds, she said, “but the liberals didn’t act fast enough, then the government became a minority Conservative one and then of course they wouldn’t do it.” Actually, they’ve sent money to Quebec, but she told me that that was money that was supposed to go to the CWCF and to Ontario, but because we lack the “political capital…and people prepared to stand up and lobby and go to the streets,” she opines, Ontario was overlooked.

Government support is essential to the cooperative movement’s progress. In Italy, for example, the movement is enshrined under Article 45 of the 1947 Italian Constitution and the Basevi Law of 1947, which, Logue explains, “provided co-ops with special tax treatment to encourage their self-capitalization by creating the concept of ‘indivisible reserves’ for the benefit of all (i.e., future generations of employees and the community).”

But the most difficult barrier of all is the myth that corporate or individual-focused capitalism is the only feasible business method out there.

“We do have a strong culture of individualism and the mythology of the individual entrepreneur is very strong,” said Earle. “I don’t think that in 100 years all businesses will be cooperatives…I think of it more as a one-step-a-time process in the sense of supporting those cooperatives out there…as an option that is on the table and make sure that it will always be on the table for folks looking for new work opportunities.”

Lipp also thought, like Corcoran told me at one point, that the cooperative model is indeed a viable alternative to capitalism.

“The cooperative movement is an antidote to the capitalist model which is all about maximizing profits for the shareholders,” she explained enthusiastically. “This is about maximizing profits for the community and at the same time recognizing the social values that people are interested in pursuing. Ultimately, the biggest difference between a co-op and a corporate model….is the member vote: regardless of your investment, it is one member one vote – a democratic enterprise.”

“Beyond that,” she continued, “you can use a co-op for any number of activities. We could be using a co-op instead of a corporate structure for banking, retail, cultural factors, the energy sector, because it’s a model that’s proven to be more in line with peoples values….It’s a way for people to get involved in the green energy sector as opposed to what’s been happening with some of the contentious issues around project development, where foreign companies are coming in and, at the very local level, are setting projects and sometimes not respecting the people on the ground.” Think pipelines!

However, like Earle, she did not think that this was going to happen in our lifetime.

“On the other hand…I think we’ve created a system where people just think they have to keep working harder and harder to make more and more money so that they can buy more things. I’m not sure we’re close to breaking that cycle. I’d like to say ‘yes,’ but I don’t think so. I do think more people are looking for alternatives, but not on a massive scale. Also look at what’s being taught at schools and universities – the dominant capitalist and individualistic model…so how do you break that?”

She was kind of right, and it depressed me a little bit to think so. But I disagreed with her opinion that it was not on a massive scale yet. It is precisely what movements like Occupy are trying to do, I thought. Perhaps the advent and proliferation of cooperatives is a mission that the Occupy movement could adopt as a way to put forth not only a protest against the current system, but also a specific proposition of what the adopted alternative should be.


The important thing to remember about the cooperative movement is that it is a post-partisan movement, able to stand on its own without having to take sides on the political spectrum. Members of cooperatives range from leftists to rightists. However, wherever the movement is aligned with the Left, its main objective will be to retain its sovereignty and adherence to the International Cooperative Principles.

In many places in Latin America and Europe, such as in Emilia-Romagna, for instance, left-wing parties have already embraced the cooperative movement, “with reason and understandably, and in ways that I hope continue to happen,” said Earle.

The world has already held the First and Second Latin American Conferences on Recovered Companies in 2005 and 2009, respectively. The conferences were held in Caracas, Venezuela – socialist ground under President Hugo Chavez, who addressed them both, declaring that “recovered factories are…an alternative to capitalism and the antithesis to the Free Trade Agreement of the Americas (FTAA)”. He also pledged a $5 million rotating fund to each country and promised to provide raw materials in exchange for hiring Venezuelan workers. There were over 200 workers from countries including Canada, Argentina, Paraguay, Bolivia, Mexico, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey and Iraq, as well as leading activists from many companies like Mitsubishi, Vivex, etc., and leading trade unionists.

The point of the conferences was to establish an international network of cooperatives, particularly in Latin America, to support each other financially and otherwise, and also to establish the difference between Worker Cooperatives and Nationalized Factories Under worker Control. The former implies that although it is under worker control, the establishment will continue to operate based on Free-Market Rules, while the latter implies that the factory belongs not only to the workers but to society at large, and the management is therefore made with social interests at heart, usually by members that belong to Leftist Parties.

And “while there certainly are co-ops that are more political and radical in addition to having strong business,” Earle told me, “there are others that aren’t so political and that are more about having community-based businesses where everyone has a chance to be owners and have certain amount of democratic input, and there isn’t necessarily a whole lot more political stuff that is injected into that.”

Lipp also didn’t think that as a political entity, cooperatives had much clout.

“Political parties will pick up causes if they see that there’s an advantage to them as far as getting elected…But there’s a huge lack of understanding of what co-ops do,” she explained. “I think in rural communities they certainly understand them, but most Canadians live in cities and I think a lot of them don’t have a clue about cooperatives…So I can’t see them being politicized at this point.”


Cooperatives are a solution to the abusive and out-of-touch corporate pyramid that places a few at the top and the majority at the very bottom. The signs that people want a different economic system are becoming clearer every day, especially when the streets are flooded with the Occupy Movements across the United States and the world; in Canada, where students are protesting tuition hikes and satellite Occupy movements have also come together; in the Middle East, where people are revolting against tyrants and economic oppression; in Europe, where more and more people take to the streets to protest austerity measures and job lay-offs; in Latin America, where a new 21st Century Socialism is sweeping the continent, keeping none of the repressive USSR methods and focusing instead on providing better standards of living for the  poor majority.

Yes, change is in the air– even in the United States, the powerhouse of traditional capitalism.

“We just recently went to the U.S. Cooperative Conference in Boston,” Earle told me. “And it had the feel of something that is trending upward,” especially with more than 400 attendants, a huge percentage of which, Corcoran who was also there told me, “had found the movement through Occupy!”  Additionally, the International Year of Cooperatives declared by the UN will definitely “support that upward trend,” said Earle.

There will be another conference held in Hamilton in November.

And remember, as Earle said, “the cooperative movement is a lot more developed than it gets credit for…there are some really interesting larger cooperative support organizations out there. They tend to be beneath the surface so that perhaps you don’t really notice they’re there, although they’re right under your noses.”

But that’s changing.

“The Evergreen Model in Cleveland has been a high-profile success; in California, in the Bay Area, there are a lot of interesting things going on,” said Earle. “Certainly there aren’t as many cooperatives as there are in Argentina or Italy, but it is an interesting first group of cooperatives…and it is one that is growing.”

Cooperation and affiliation amongst cooperatives has also solidified through a world-wide federation where huge cooperatives across the world meet to talk about furthering the movement. In October of this year, a summit will be held in Quebec where representatives from Mondragon as well as Hazel Corcoran will attend.

Applying to work in cooperatives is easy, provided you find one and that they have work available.

“In Toronto there’s not a huge number – if you look at the CWCF website you can see a list of members which are most of the worker co-ops in Toronto. And you go and you put in an application to any given one,” explained Corcoran. Some of these are the National Food Store, Big Carrot and Urbane Cyclist. Usually there is a small one-time fee members have to pay to be part of the cooperative, normally followed by a period of time where you are a “member-in-progress,” meaning you have to put in some time as a regular worker before you are accepted as a full member.

If you are interested in renewable Energy, you can also look to affiliate yourself with TREC, WindShare or SolarShare.

For instance, Lipp told me, “people can buy bonds of $1000 denominations and they earn a five percent return on that bond.” That is the product being sold by the co-op to raise money for the project. “As the generation of these projects are producing power, and the co-op gets paid for that power [through the FIT program], [they] use that revenue to pay back investors.”

You can also pitch your own project to them.

Lipp explained: “A group will already be down the way with their own project, and then they [can] come to us and say: ‘now we’re at the stage where we need help with our business plan or financial modeling or offering statement. We are signing up members and we’d like to use your [reference]…’ Co-ops usually originate from the community and for the most part people who have that idea want to be quite heavily involved. So we sort of get brought in on a periodic basis rather than us developing it from scratch.”

For those who bring their own renewable energy project to them, TREC offers “a number of tools…as far as checklists are concerned, and there are a number of resources through the Ontario Co-op Association that [they] will direct people to.”


The Cooperative Business Model provides people with all the tools to be their own leaders and empowers the communities in which they are erected. The workers have all that is needed to run a profitable business, as proven time and time again.

I think it was Nietzsche who spoke about finding that “great contempt” – those characteristics in man that make him worthy of contempt and which, if eradicated, would allow human beings to evolve. Well, it appears to me that the world has found that great contempt, not necessarily in man, but in the system that man perpetuates at the expense of the “99%”.


The Lily

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,

The humble sheep a threat’ning horn:

While the Lily white shall in love delight,

Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright

– William Blake


The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

– William Blake


My Pretty Rose Tree

A flower was offered to me,

Such a flower as May never bore;

But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’

And I passed the sweet flower o’er.

Then I went to my pretty rose tree,

To tend her by day and by night;

But my rose turned away with jealousy,

And her thorns were my only delight

– William Blake


The Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears

Night & morning with my tears;

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veiled the pole;

In the morning glad I see

My foe outstretchd beneath the tree

– William Blake


The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen;

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;

So I turned to the Garden of Love

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tombstones where flowers should be;

And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars my joys & desires

– William Blake