I was near the rear end of the march from Lebreton to the supreme court. I did go through the wall of riot police at the start and saw the police 'filter out' people with black clothes. I was not among people actively protecting them (sorry about that!). After walking for a while, and when the march had come to a standstill because of the blockage at Bay, I did witness that someone with a greyish sweater (wool or something like that) got attacked by a police dog. It
looked to me like the dog was out of control. The dog held the sweater and tore it. The policeman next to the one holding the leash pointed a large-barreled gun (rubber bullets??) at people approaching to assist the person being attacked. I think he pointed it down to the legs area. The attacked person was not arrested, as far as I know. I know that this person did not do anything to provoke the attack. The dog just suddenly seemed to grab him. I was dazed by the experience.

On Sunday evening, I had done some duty at the Welcome center and wanted to go home by bus. Both bridges were blocked by police, surrounding demostrators (noisy but peaceful). I went from the Laurier Street bridge to the McKenzie King bridge to see if that was indeed also inaccessible. When I arrived there, it was decided apparently that not all the police was necessary annymore. A surrealistic scene developed: A double collumn of police, totalling about 50 by my estimate, started banging their batons on their shields and marched off the bridge eastward. This was near the intersection with Waller. They marched by me at a distance of maybe 10 meters, still banging away. The whole thing looked so silly that they did not even seem dangerous. The whole area was empty, except for me and maybe 5 other people. The line took a slight turn to the right and stopped about 20 meters away from me after a command I did not understand, and then the whole group shouted 'he' or something. It was like being in a bad dream.

After this I went across the Laurier bridge, which had been vacated, except for a line of police across it. I had to go through that line. They waved me through, though someone ahead of me had his backpack searched before being admitted through (I am 60 and that probably made a difference!)

Jan Heynen