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The return of the Eastside Arts Festival

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This is an illustration of the Eastside Arts Festival, with rows of tents of vendors selling crafts and artistic goods while some festival-goers paint on a canvas
ILLUSTRATION: Stella Laurino / The Peak

By: Katie Walkley, Peak Associate

Sometimes, walking along downtown Vancouver makes me feel like a tourist in my own city, especially as I pass by the many interesting shops, artistic expressions, and the general beauty of the city all around. From July 18 to 27, you can experience that wonderful feeling tenfold at the Eastside Arts Festival at a multitude of Eastside Arts District studios. The variety of workshops, walking tours, and live performances all represent niche aspects of the connection between art, the environment, and Vancouver’s history.

Most workshops vary from an hour and a half to two hours. All of them are beginner-friendly and include activities that you have probably never had the chance to try before. For example, in the “Fun With Fusing” workshop, you can learn glass cutting and pattern formation to make your own tile with the help of an instructor who will fire the kiln for you. Other lessons, such as urban sketching and eco printing, celebrate our city’s relationship with nature. Overall, you will find that every artist leading these workshops is deeply dedicated to their craft while you share in the fun!

If you prefer to observe rather than create, you can find three unique walking tours. The Hogan’s Alley tour is also available as a virtual tour for those who would prefer to learn from the comfort of their home. On the “Not Your Heritage Tour-Whose Streets? Whose Stories?” tour, you will be invited to ask how Vancouver’s nuanced heritage and history live in the present. It emphasizes the experience of culture in daily life while taking a relaxing stroll with other like-minded participants.

The variety of workshops, walking tours, and live performances all represent niche aspects of the connection between art, the environment, and Vancouver’s history.

Along with these experiences, there will also be live entertainment, including The Dance Deck by the contemporary dance company Belle Spirale Dance Projects, with tickets by donation. A violinist, cellist, and vocalist will accompany the dancers as the production brings together upcoming artists and established creators.

For those who want the most fulfilling experience without hurting their wallet, you can check out a free six-hour outdoor concert at Maclean Park. Vancouver-born musicians performing span genres from cowpunk to surf rock. Meanwhile, you can also explore art activities and refuel at the food trucks showcasing Vancouver’s artistic flair, such as Midnight Joe’s, a vintage-style truck with neon signs serving sloppy joes and cherry pies.

Altogether, every moment of this festival will be a rich immersion into Vancouver’s artistic culture and heritage, as well as a chance to connect with its community. The Eastside Arts Festival will surely reinvigorate your pride for this city.

SFU vs. UBC: The renewed rivalry

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Two boxers representing SFU and UBC beefing it out on an sfu rooftop
IMAGE: Gudrun Wai-Gunnarsson / The Peak

By: Katie Walkley, Peak Associate

It was still light out at 8:32 p.m., and I felt unstoppable. I’m not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. 

I revived the rivalry between SFU and UBC. 

I’d been missing SFU dearly over my summer break. Not enough to visit and pay for parking, but enough to reignite an ancient feud as a show of my love and solidarity from afar. So, I typed UBC into my Maps and put my neighbour’s electric scooter into sport mode to tear off into the night. Dan, if you’re reading this, don’t worry about it. Go take care of your kids.

My hunger for retribution began when I met some actual UBC students, and they weren’t even as God tier as their reputation leads us to believe. I was like, “Do you even Beedie, bro?”

We should have seen it coming . . . Their disgusting vintage architecture is a façade.

For weeks, I stewed on my newfound knowledge. It filled me with regret for how we had given up so easily on our rivalry against UBC. Many of our peers have even joined their side to make jokes at our expense, highlighting our constant construction and lack of social life. We’re not strong enough to handle all this friendly fire, people. Someone has to believe in us or else we’ll end up like CapU. To save us from that kind of downfall, I had to hit them where it hurts.

To honour the loner ideals of our school, I started this revolutionary war by myself. I almost made a Reddit post (the only way to connect with fellow students at SFU), but then I got distracted by reading about people deciding on classes to take and started wondering if I should change my major. By then, time was running out, and these geezers were wasting my precious daylight hours!

With a devil’s smile on my way to enemy territory, I scootered over the toes of neighbourhood parents gossiping about how “poor Stacey’s nephew didn’t get accepted into UBC — now he has to go up to that sequestered mountain school with all the bagpipes.” Boo fucking hoo, lady. It could be a lot worse. You could end up at UBC, where students major in either abstract exhibitionism or Wreck Beach-ology. I channelled the energy of 1,000 SFU commuters ferociously darting home to Maple Ridge to carry me past the haters. 

Upon arrival, I circled the UBC frat houses with one target in mind. I listened anxiously for the joyful holler of my mark’s catch phrase: “Let’s accelerate.”

Enemy spotted. My vision turned SFU-logo-red as I intercepted the UBC legend of my nightmares on his way to pick up his next partygoer. Scooter Dom, the Instagram-famous figurehead of our rivals, toppled instantly under the sheer power of my concrete-infused bones. Before anyone, including me, could process what had happened, I had kidnapped him, duct taped his loud mouth, and stashed him at an undisclosed location. Now it’s time for UBC to pay off their ransom . . . hand over your prestigious vibes and you can have your boy back.

Or don’t, we don’t care. We’re Canada’s most comprehensive university, beotch. We’re catching up!

Now that war has been waged, we need to be on defence. Protect Freaky Frank at all costs! SFU students, this war has just begun. Let us defend what we hold dear — let us defend SFU.

SFU’s cheery campus renovation hoax

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A photo of a scenic garden film set at Burnaby campus with cherry blossom trees and a quaint cabin.
PHOTO: Mason Mattu / The Peak

By: Sarah Sorochuk, Peak Associate

SFU’s summer semester has been absolutely thrilling. From the koi pond being evacuated, sucked dry, and refilled to loitering chairs from convocation, to even an abundance of high school graduations, there is never a dull moment. 

With convocation came the regular maintenance and the sudden beautification of the campus to impress the incoming guests and persuade them to send their kin here. The event called for nothing but order and elegance. Keeping things neat and tidy for the graduates’ important day. We saw this coming. 

But what came as a shock was a random post-convocation bloom. The campus suddenly sprang to life, with gorgeous cherry blossom trees filling the area around the fountain in convocation mall. The entrance to the university next to the lower bus loop had doors instead of wet concrete stairs. It was like the happiness of summer ran over the campus — leaving a trail of trees in its midst. 

But then, not even six hours later, the entirety of SFU receives an email stating that the trees are for a movie set. Essentially saying our campus did not change for the better. The next day, the entrance to convocation mall was blocked off due to filming, forcing students to walk all the way up the sketchy stairs next to the parkade. Why can’t we have nice things? The gloom went to bloom and now it’s 50% back to doom. At least we have the cherry blossom trees near the fountain still . . . And yet there continue to be depressing undertones as the movie being filmed is a thriller. 

Actor Cynthia Erivo has been spotted on-site for filming. I just hope somebody warned her about the inconvenient detours on campus . . . Nevermind — she’s part of the problem and has a broomstick, so why would she even care?

When we got the message here at The Peak, the news spread like wildfire, crushing the souls of everyone at our publication. Prior to receiving the alert email about the movie set, we (as a team) thought someone was revamping our campus. The Peak began plans to adopt a “cherry blossom” theme to our print publication in the fall — a very costly endeavour that was supposed to meet the excitement of SFU’s apparent rebrand. But after learning the truth; the joy (not Johnson, unfortunately), colour, and ideas all faded away with the happiness of the cherry blossoms.

Now we are stuck looping old ways like SFU is doing itself. The colour was a nice change-up and gave us temporary relief out of the summer depression we have due to taking those pesky little summer courses. The memory of the cherry blossoms expose how we use our time to study and write for the paper when we could be out celebrating life and our free summer one peach bellini at the time instead. I will always remember the cherry blossoms and the memories they instilled in me. 

The painstaking knowledge of the beautiful trees not being permanent was enough to break the hearts of countless SFU students, while simultaneously ruining the vibes of the writers at The Peak. How are we supposed to write anything cheery in the humour section if the campus has returned to its original gloomy state?

CONFESSIONAL: I “pay it forward” in the drive-thru to gain aura points

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A guy ordering from his vehicle in a drive thru
PHOTO: RNDE Stock Project / Pexels

By: Noeka Nimmervoll, Staff Writer

Imagine you’re me. A writer, in an age of inflation and AI takeover. Like Charlotte Lucas in Pride and Prejudice, “I’ve no money, and no prospects. I’m already a burden to my parents.” 

With my permanently low tax bracket, when I want to rizz up a baddie, what do I do? Break the bank? Can’t do that! Ain’t got a bank to break. I’ve gotta rely on my other assets — my supermassive, huge . . . creative mind and my flagrant tendency to break the rules. I can’t be caught stealing, because it’s “illegal and will end up with you behind bars someday like your good-for-nothing father,” or so it has been explained to me by my meemaw. So, I usually bend the rules. 

Inspired by my hero, Tim Robinson, and armed with my ultra-speedy-sexy-and-discreet MINI Cooper, I roll up to the Tim Hortons drive-thru once a month for the distinct goal of hacking the pay-it-forward system. My idea: I buy coffee for the three ladies I work with, and then they might think I’m cool enough to talk to. One day, they’ll take a good look and realize that I’m actually gorgeous under my go-to polka dot sun hat . . . and then, boom! Three baddies on the roster — on a budget. It’s foolproof. 

Usually on my missions, I aim to go at a really chill time, like 2:53 p.m. I make sure to bring my sunglasses and some fake bird poop (more on this in a second). Once you’ve got your supplies ready, step out of your cubicle and ask the ladies if they’re interested in a coffee. They usually play it discreetly, scoffing while walking away and laughing at my polka dots.

Haha, don’t worry ladies, I’m gonna get you the perfect cuppa joe. Yeah, we’ve got a pretty good rapport going already.  

The objective is this: discount coffee. Not free — don’t let your ambitions tear you away from reality. On average, I save around $3.75 per hustle, which really adds up! Just last month, I saved $2.25. Of course, I would’ve had a lot more money if I hadn’t bought any coffee at all, but . . . I’m no mathematician. 

Anyways, I roll up to Timmies with a positive attitude, making sure there’s only one guy behind me. If more than one car lines up, I stop everything, pretend I only speak gibberish, and do another lap around. It creates enough confusion to distract the workers. I wouldn’t recommend it, though, cause once the worker spoke gibberish back and that threw off my whole game plan. 

I buy one of the four drinks that I plan to get, ‘cause I’ve gotta get my drank on too! Then, I say: “Hey, how bout I buy the guy’s drink behind me.” They go, “OK, it’s X amount.”

If it’s over $15, abort the mission. Most days I abort. 

On the chance it’s under $15, here’s what you’ll do. Pay the bill, then zoom ahead, looping around the drive-thru. Stop before you’re visible by the car that was previously behind you and very quickly dump the fake bird poop all over your car’s windshield. This will make you unrecognizable. Put on the sunglasses. Drive up to the intercom. Act cool — no eye contact with the guy in front of you. This is essential, you need to ensure he doesn’t realize that it wasn’t you who paid it forward to him. Order your baddies their drinks. 

If you get to the window and the guy in front of you didn’t pay it forward, you gotta abort the mission. You can’t be letting this cheap punk get the better of you. Drive off and screech “NEVERMIND” to the staff — they’ll figure it out.

When you get to the window, and they tell you that there’s a pay it forward going on, channel your inner Tommy Wiseau: “Whoa, all this stuff for free? Cool.”

Do NOT pay it forward. Drive away. Boom. Now you’ve got four drinks and three girls that might drink it with you (or other times, they might dump it on your head, causing you to call meemaw for life coaching). I’m telling you, without this, I’d talk to nobody at my job all month long. It’s perfect.

Operation grit: the hidden experiment behind your commute

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An illustration of a devastated student on their knees putting a hand up in surrender, as a 145 production station bus drives away.
ILLUSTRATION: Cliff Ebora / The Peak

By: The Peak’s lead undercover journalist and Big Pedometer’s least loyal employee

Our story starts on a Tuesday that felt like a Thursday — existentially, spiritually, atmospherically. A brave student (name classified, as she’s currently in hiding from TransLink and her midterm results) embarked on what should have been a simple journey from class. She boarded the 145, already daydreaming about Pedro Pascal TikTok edits. But as the bus jerked to a halt at Production Way, the driver turned, eyes haunted, and gestured towards the SkyTrain station. Just like that, our commuter had become a subject. 

For those blessed never to make the pilgrimage, here’s the sitch: there are 435 steps to the Production Way-University SkyTrain station from where the 145 Production Way drops you off. Yes, we counted. That’s 0.6% of Camino de Santiago, the length of one Doechii song, and at least three existential monologues narrated by Phoebe Bridgers

Why? Why are students being forced to descend into the concrete canyon separating the 145 bus stop from the Production Way-University SkyTrain station like Frodo trekking into Mordor with only his active U-Pass to save him from Gollum

According to unnamed sources (a guy on Reddit, a girl in a situationship with a TransLink intern, and one suspiciously knowledgeable pigeon), this is no mere transit oversight. No, this is a covert psychological operation. A psyop so intricate, Kafka would’ve dropped out. Documents (read: screenshots) obtained by The Peak reveal a shadowy partnership between TransLink, SFU’s psychology department, and Big Pedometer. 

“They’re measuring resilience,” said one anonymous psych major who wore sunglasses indoors and insisted on speaking from under the table. “How many steps before a student snaps? How long before they abandon hope, drop out, and start selling crystals on Etsy? How many shin splints before they lose all earthly attachment and legally become part of the pavement?” 

The experiment was allegedly launched in 2017 after the department received a grant from what one whistleblower describes as “a sentient traffic cone and disgruntled city planners coalition.” 

Your choices as participants are simple, yet cruel: 

    1. Tap back into the SkyTrain and become another cog in the Compass Card machine. 
    2. Cross the street like a lawless vigilante: risking life, limbs, and a $109 jaywalking fine
    3. Attempt to find the sacred transit portal hidden in the cracked pavement — a rumoured glowing rune, that if chanted over correctly (in Latin or the voice of a TransLink recording), will summon a snow day in Juneuary

The Peak reached out to TransLink for a comment, and they replied with a PDF of all the SkyTrain routes, seven unrelated QR codes, and a scuffed Canva graphic that read, “character development arc starts here.” The Ministry of Transportation and Transit declined to comment. As for SFU’s admin, one representative told us, “Like, what if the struggle is the syllabus?” 

So what now? 

Nothing. The buses stop just far enough to ruin your day, but not your GPA (it was already ruined). The sky rains. The pigeon watches. The Circle K plays its cursed jingle. 

But knowledge is power, and now you know. This isn’t just a commute. It’s a trial by transit. It’s the steps of your discontent. A ritual passage. A hyper-local dystopia. 

So as you take those 435 steps, remember: you are not alone. You are  one of thousands. And the system is watching. Your footsteps are data. Your complaints are metrics. Your suffering, a thesis. Welcome to the experiment! The commute never ends.

Book Nook: Quiet books for loud times

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This is series of photos displaying the covers of the four selected books
IMAGES: Courtesy of 1) Wolsak & Wynn, 2) Pantheon, 3) Broadleaf Books, 4) Hajar Press

By: Ashima Shukla, Staff Writer

Revery: A Year of Bees by Jenna Butler  
This book feels like a long exhale. Set on an off-grid farm in Alberta, it follows Butler’s journey as a beekeeper. In the gentle rhythm of tending to hives, Butler unearths something we must remember — that even in collapse, life persists. Her writing is slow and embodied, humming with resilience. Amid stories of bees, she touches on so much more: climate change, capitalism, grief. In these pages, you catch glimpses of Butler’s soul as it learns to listen to the land. 

Figuring by Maria Popova 
In Figuring, Popova weaves together the lives of scientists, poets, and visionaries into a meditation on thought, creativity, and genius. Across 12 years of writing, she brings you comfort by charting the long arc of human inquiry, in the quiet bravery of lives lived with care. Her prose is delicate and alive, pulsing with the gentle rhythm of curiosity. Reading it feels like looking up into the night sky and trying to grasp the vastness of the Milky Way, then slowly realizing we too are a part of it.

Becoming Kin by Patty Krawec 
This book found me while I was studying the destructive legacies of colonialism. It didn’t offer easy answers, but it did offer presence and relationship. As Krawec remaps our history, she invites us into a different kind of future grounded in witnessing, accountability, and love. Her writing is both intellectual and intimate, rigorous in its research and still deeply human. It teaches us about the world by making us witnesses and participants in grief, of a world lost and losing. It asks us to unforget. Reading it is an act of unlearning dominant narratives that we must engage in.  

Experiments in Imagining Otherwise by Lola Olufemi 
If the world around us is falling apart, this book doesn’t try to glue it back together. The form of this book, with its poems and lists, highlights and strikethroughs, is a refusal to be contained within a single genre and an invitation for imagining radically new futures. Her words fragment and flow, moving with urgency and care, textured by rage and tenderness. Through it, Olufemi reminds us that imagination is a tool of resistance. It is a rehearsal for freedom. 

I hope these books will meet you in your exhaustion and fear too, so they may show you a door. Not as a way out, but a way to go deeper in. Into all the complexity, sorrow, and strange beauty that surrounds us. Into community, imagination, and care that defines the human condition. In each story is a reminder that we are still here, loving and losing, and refusing to look away.

STATEMENT: Prime Minister Carney explains why he invited Modi to the G7 Summit

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Modi and Carney angled toward each other with heart eyes to symbolize their bromance.
EDIT: Gudrun Wai-Gunnarsson / The Peak

By: Mark Carney, Prime Minister of Canada

OTTAWA — My fellow Canadians. It ‘tis I, Big Daddy Mark Carney, here. 

India is run like a well-cooked roti by Narendra Modi, who is apparently a fascist. But there is obviously some nuance. He’s actually not that bad of a guy — he didn’t explicitly threaten Canadian sovereignty. That’s why I invited him to the G7 Summit in Alberta a few weeks ago. I thought, why not hear him out and maybe even grab a beer or two, then wrap up the summit by watching the Oilers get destroyed by the Florida Panthers? It was a solid plan. 

Plus, I can’t stand being in a room with Trump without a buddy or two; the guy is a complete bigot. I can excuse Indian fascism, but I DRAW THE LINE AT AMERICAN FASCISM.

It seems like some aren’t happy about this. I don’t understand what I did wrong. Sure, Modi has a history of oppressing minority groups in India and perpetrating Hindu nationalist ideologies, which ultimately leads to supremacy based on religion but he’s not doing that to Canada. If I may, I suggest we focus on TRUMP. He’s the real threat to our democracy. 

We are currently moving away from relying so heavily on America as a trading partner. We can no longer rely on the dictator down south, we have to diversify and negotiate with other dictators from the global south. Remember, my fellow Canadians — ELBOWS UP

Elbows up and mouths shut! We cannot afford to divide ourselves! We’re CANADA STRONG! We must agree with what I say. They call me Big Daddy for a reason.

I actually learned a lot from Modi, which I expected. I’m working on trade agreements with India right now, but also diversifying my leadership skills. I’m obviously somewhat opposed to fascism, but it can’t be all that bad. If anything, it makes the economy more efficient! Sometimes we need to put people in their place, especially when they don’t listen to Big Daddy — I mean, ahem, the prime minister. I — I mean we need to start enacting bills that keep tabs on people’s personal information, in case they do something I don’t like — I mean something that threatens Canadian sovereignty.

Modi is liked by a lot and hated by others. Yes, the invite may have been a huge “fuck you” to the Sikh community, since Modi’s “regime has been directly implicated in the assassination of Canadian Sikh leader Hardeep Singh Nijjar.” However, we must remember, there is no evidence showing Modi was the one who killed him assasination, the man can’t even speak in front of a crowd when his teleprompter malfunctions, and people expect him to plan out an attack like that? 

The guy is just an old conservative grandpa who may just need a hug. He’s been labelled a dictator . . . so what? Maybe I can change him. Maybe we came to a middle ground at the G7. 

That’s really what it’s all about. Coming to the middle, uniting. One side wants no fascism the other side wants a lot, so what do we do? We compromise like good pragmatists. Watered down fascism for the win! 

That is what keeps our country great. Canada welcomes everyone (including mass murderers) — I think I’ll invite Putin to our next summit. 

CJSF Radio holds spring general meeting

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This is a photo of the main radio room at CJSF Radio, where four different monitors and radio equipment like mics are featured. A man is working the broadcast mixer in this photo.
PHOTO: Audrey Safikhani / The Peak

By: Corbett Gildersleve, News Writer

On June 23, CJSF Radio held their spring general meeting at SFU’s Vancouver campus. This meeting discussed staff and programming changes, updates on projects, and amendments to their bylaws. The Peak attended the meeting to learn more about the station’s recent activities.

CJSF has seen a number of staff changes. Last year, CJSF received funding from the Local Journalism Initiative, allowing them to hire a full-time journalist, Danny Nesvaderani, to cover local community news. With the closure of local newspapers Burnaby Now, Tri-City News, and the New Westminster Record by Glacier Media, CJSF is “the only Burnaby, New Westminster, Tri-Cities-specific” radio program, said Jesse Wentzloff. “Danny has been producing great work, 3–5 stories a week, about stuff going on in the community,” he added. 

Nesvaderani has also contributed to CJSF’s tri-weekly talk/news radio show, Speak Up!, which airs on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays at 10:00 a.m. The show covered topics like the Burnaby Mountain fire preparedness town hall, the possible New Westminster safe drug inhalation site, and a transit deficit protest

Additionally, Robin Eriksson stepped down as the station’s program coordinator after eight and a half years. Wentzloff, who previously worked as the public affairs and talk coordinator for CJSF, was hired to fill the role before the end of July. Volunteer coordinator Juanita Ndyamukama will also be leaving her position soon as she is moving to the US to start a master’s program.  

On the topic of bylaw changes, the radio station, a non-profit that reports on SFU and the surrounding community, is required by the Canadian Radio-television and Telecommunications Commission to have a board that’s balanced between campus and community representation. However, the station has had difficulty filling community positions because the current bylaws define a community member as anyone who has never been involved with SFU as staff, faculty, or student. This prevents alums from serving as community representatives, no matter how long it’s been since they’ve attended SFU. As a solution, a bylaw amendment was proposed to redefine community members to include people who have been alums for over two years. 

“We’re really lucky to have the campus support through the student fee levy, but we really need to work on developing the community support. We’re a campus community radio station, we support the campus and community.” — Magnus Thyvold, CJSF Radio station manager

There have been a few programming changes at the station as well. Rad Radio with Jonny Bones, a long-running program that plays “classic punk rock, street punk, ska, oi, rockabilly tunes, with a special focus on BC and Vancouver DIY bands,” has left the schedule due to health issues. Oh No! Radio with Joey Chaos, another long-running show that “takes a deep dive into the realm of the creative, featuring new music and interviews from across the spectrum,” ended in May. With Eriksson’s departure, the Roots and Berries show, featuring “a special blend of fiddle and banjo music,” has been cancelled.

Earlier this year, CJSF radio partnered with Embark Sustainability, Simon Fraser Public Interest Research Group, The Peak, and the Simon Fraser Student Society in the Vote for Student Life campaign. This campaign asked undergraduate students to increase the fees for each group, considering they are run by “relatively small fee levies” and the fees had not “been adjusted according to inflation in 9–30 years.” 

In the case of the radio station, their fee has not increased since 2009. The referendum failed by 43 votes, and there are plans to run another referendum in the future. In reference to their annual Fundrive, station manager Magnus Thyvold said, “We’re really lucky to have the campus support through the student fee levy, but we really need to work on developing the community support. We’re a campus community radio station, we support the campus and community.”

Also, after three years of dealing with SFU, working with tower engineers, and getting permits, exemptions, and approvals from the city of Burnaby, CJSF’s project of replacing their radio tower on the WAC Bennett Library is finally moving forward. If there’s no new complication, the new tower should go up later this summer or early fall.  

Finally, a group of student volunteers and students in the Work-Study Program are working on revamping the CJSF website. Thyvold noted they’re “really doing a great job. Basically, what we’ve decided to do is start over from scratch using all current technologies and things the students are learning in school.”

A Screening of The Encampments

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This is an illustration of the Gaza Solidarity encampments at Columbia University with the university’s library in the background
ILLUSTRATION: Cassandra Nguyen / The Peak

By: Noeka Nimmervoll, Staff Writer

Content warning: descriptions and mentions of genocide, ethnic cleansing, inhumane conditions, violence, police brutality.

On Thursday, June 26, SFU’s Centre for Comparative Muslim Studies hosted a screening of The Encampments: Inside America’s Student Uprising at the SFU Goldcorp Centre for the Arts. In the opening remarks, associate professor Adel Iskandar acknowledged the Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), and səlilwətaɬ (Tsleil-Waututh) lands on which the theatre exists. He added, “If we can think about freedom and justice on Coast Salish territories, we cannot divorce that from the same freedom struggle for Palestinians and other Indigenous communities around the world,” recognizing the view that all struggles for liberation are connected. 

Directed by Kei Pritsker and Michael T. Workman, the documentary centers around the Gaza Solidarity Encampment, a sweeping political movement in the US that began at Columbia University in New York on April 17, 2024. I was excited to see the film as a pro-Palestinian activist who engages in marches, actively learns about the ongoing genocide, and boycotts brands, and a university student who had observed encampments but had not been a part of any. 

Iskandar paid tribute to the risks at play for all those who contributed to the film: individuals at the encampments, filmmakers, producers, directors, and distributing companies. For me, watching the film contained this duality: amazement at the bravery of all the students who risked their education to stand up for Palestine, and the horrific reality of the genocide, against the brutality of the university’s response to the students. The film displayed the massive power struggle between the unrelenting status quo and the unaccepting voices of the future. These activists show us that genocide, a horrifying reality, is one never to accept or concede to. The grander ideas — humanity, community, and education — were woven into the fabric of the film’s excellence. 

The documentary highlighted the connection between Palestinians and Columbia students. Palestinians are subject to ongoing, indiscriminate bombing by the Israeli army that is funded by US dollars. Columbia University, just like SFU, invests money from corporations that has ties with the Israeli government and companies like Lockheed Martin that profit off of the genocide. The Columbia students pitched tents for the focused goal of insisting that the university divests from Israel and US arms dealers. More than a hundred campuses across the US followed suit. So far, neither Columbia nor SFU has divested from their ties to Israel.

The film contained clips from Gaza: bombed concrete and debris dominating the land as Palestinians went about their days. The film’s visuals were alarming, especially in a segment showing Gazan universities being targeted by the Israeli military. It was unsurprising to see the inhumane conditions Palestinians suffer through as they experience ethnic cleansing. The documentary showed a starkly different reality at Columbia; its beautiful and well-preserved lawns and buildings mirroring the manicured minds of the students who study to be the future of America. This massive privilege gap is impossible to ignore, and was the motivation for the organized activists at Columbia. The destruction of all of Gaza, including their universities, serves to drive the will of the students at Columbia as they face arrest and brute force from the NYPD, threats of the National Guard interventions, and suspension or expulsion from university. 

As the film played out, the message that I saw became clear. The students at Columbia were afraid of the university’s actions, but they were more afraid of their inaction — of the fact that their tuition dollars funding the genocide of Palestinians. Above all else, they were driven by their humanity. The solidarity of Columbia’s activists was not borne from anything smaller than empathy for fellow humans in Palestine that are still experiencing tremendous suffering at the hands of a violent regime. The encampments were sites of community and respite, with open Jewish and Islamic practices that brought knowledge and kinship to all who were interested. 

After the film, there was a group Q&A with the organizers and audience members, discussing encampments that have occupied the local scene. This provided the opportunity for audience members to speak: several members had been part of encampments that occurred in BC, such as those that took place in UBC and UVic. One member was a recent graduate of Columbia University. They talked about similar experiences in the encampments: support from local businesses supplying food, sharing of culture and resources within the camps, and the feeling of safety that the camps provided. The inaction of the university administration, the empty promises, all echoed Columbia’s experience. I saw a real connection between each audience member, a feeling of shared humanity that did not leave the room even when the film was over. 

The Encampments is a powerful reminder that the Palestinian genocide is ongoing. The intertwined nature of these protests, the community they created and continue to create, the theatre where we watched the documentary, all came together as a testament to the fact that the cause for Palestine remains strong and unified in our collective hearts. 

Watch The Encampments at Watermelon Pictures.

Reconciliation goes beyond economic solutions

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an illustration of mosaic art that depicts a handshake on top of art that is in the shape of a turtle.
ILLUSTRATION: Angela Shen / The Peak

By: Noeka Nimmervoll, Staff Writer

The federal Liberal party is busy. Claiming to strengthen our nation’s economy amidst the tariff war, which threatens Canada’s sovereignty and economic power. The current government was elected, in no small part, because Prime Minister Mark Carney positioned himself as the safeguard behind Trump’s dream of making Canada the 51st state. With the election over and a mission of building a stronger economy, we are left with a consequential question: How will Carney strengthen our efforts of reconciliation with Indigenous Peoples? 

It seems that Carney’s reconciliation plan only acts on economic solutions. The Liberal party has promised to double the Indigenous Loan Guarantee Program’s budget from $5 billion to $10 billion. The program is robust, with a loan eligibility, self-assessment, and an application guide. Additionally, the party states their intent to move forward with the implementation of the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples (UNDRIP) Act and the Action Plan. The UNDRIP is a framework that affirms the rights of Indigenous Peoples and guides governments in respecting those rights. 

UNDRIP’s plan is hefty, containing 181 measures, including the proper disposal of waste to maintain the environment of First Nations reserves. Despite the specificity of these measures, the Liberal party provides no details on which measures will be acted upon. With their plans so vaguely outlined, it is hard to believe they are taking these matters with the urgency they require. 

Notably, the financial program allows Indigenous Peoples to acquire loans by putting the federal government as the guarantor, when previously, colonial laws created blockades for Indigenous groups to acquire loans. Although this is important work, there is so much more to be done. 

Reconciliation is vital. Don’t make it the next government’s job, Carney. Start here, start now.

One notable matter to focus efforts on is providing Indigenous women and girls with protection and justice. At the release of the National Inquiry into Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls (MMIWG) report in 2019, there had been 231 Calls for Justice. These are specific implementations in all levels of government that address systemic violence. Since then, only two calls have been implemented to completion. To meaningfully address this, the government must move beyond symbolic gestures. This can include operationalizing the National Action Plan to End Gender Based Violence with clear timelines and accountability. As Marion Buller told The Tyee, the government can create a national database of MMIWG for a better analysis of their complex situation.

Furthermore, Indigenous communities have expressed a want to steward their land alongside the economic opportunities from the government. We need to see systemic change that is equal in effort and complexity to the development and maintenance of colonial violence that has been ongoing for generations. The steps to redirect Indigenous futures must work with four facets outlined in the Calls for Justice: historical and perpetual trauma, marginalization from social and economic systems, a lack of action from institutions, and indifference towards Indigenous women, girls, and 2SLGBTQIA+ people. 

In a speech, Carney remarks that reconciliation is a long process and they’re taking the initial steps. Yet, the initial steps have already been taken, in the form of these action plans. Carney’s administration communicates a lack of urgency and commitment towards true reconciliation efforts. After the trade war, there will be something else. There is always another problem for the government to get busy with. All the while, MMIWG, pipelines running through reserve land, and over representation in prison are problems that are ongoing, and require immediate action. We must begin with prioritizing Indigenous voices in policymaking, fully implementing the Calls for Justice from the MMIWG report, and addressing systemic racism in policing and the justice system through meaningful reform and Indigenous-led alternatives. Additionally, Canada can allocate resources to support Indigenous-led policing efforts. 

If the Liberals are focused on economics, they should know that they will likely save so much money in the long run by solving the deep rooted issues of colonization. Take the exploitative nature of colonial extraction from land: the long term result is the imminent ruin due to climate change that threatens our present and future. Solving climate change issues with Indigenous perspectives would lead to a sustainable relationship with the Earth and its resources. It is in Canada’s best interest to take actionable steps for Indigenous rights. Reconciliation is vital. Don’t make it the next government’s job, Carney. Start here, start now.