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In this world, a world where many worlds coexist, there would be no forced migration, no mass extinction.

Pour les partisans de la décroissance, il est urgent que nos sociétés rompent avec la course à la croissance économique avant que les limites biophysiques de notre planète ne nous imposent une décroissance forcée et brutale. Aujourd’hui, le mouvement fleurit au Québec.

The degrowth movement calls for a radical downscaling of production and consumption, in order to save us from climate catastrophe. Today, the movement is blooming in Quebec.

Unlike the Green New Deal, degrowth isn’t a policy platform – it’s more of a movement, or what participants call an “umbrella concept.” What would a conversation between degrowth and the Green New Deal look like?

I sat down with six economists to ask them two pressing questions: first, what are the biggest economic barriers to a just transition in Canada and, second, how do we overcome them?

Should we rely on governments to provide money for the just transition, or can we build our own non-extractive economies?

By this, I mean: a world democratic socialist republic

Generations from today, a group of young activists sends a letter to a historian of the 21st century, hoping that she will be able to settle an argument about tactics. Her letter gives us a glimpse of what life is like in the 22nd century – after a just transition.

Do we use our mourning to install cops in our holy places? Or do we use it to galvanize us to rise up against occupation, against land theft, against the corporations that would profit from our destitution and death?

“In the palm of my hand, I delicately finger a pair of unfamiliar ID cards printed on worn pieces of coloured paper, yellow and salmon pink. The faded type reveals they were issued in the spring of 1941 with approval from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.” Creative non-fiction winner of the Writing in the Margins contest.

I often wondered how many other young folks of Japanese ancestry had their history torn from them because of Canada’s history of Japanese internment – a pondering that eventually turned into this photography series, The Suitcase Project. Photography winner of of the Writing in the Margins contest.

Developers are building condos on top of sacred Algonquin Anishinabeg islands. Why are Indigenous sacred sites not given the same legal protections as settler ones?

Enbridge’s Line 3 pipeline replacement slices through the southern half of Saskatchewan, but there’s little Indigenous opposition in the province. To mount our own fight, we’ll have to learn from other Indigenous resistance efforts along the pipeline’s route.

NAFTA 2.0 is chipping away at hard-won policies that guard Canadian farmers from price volatility and ensure high labour and environmental standards. The National Farmers Union is fighting back – at the level of both grassroots and policy.

Official laws and social norms are wielded as tools of control to preserve urban parks as spaces for middle-class white settlers. Jessica DeWitt reviews On this Patch of Grass: City Parks on Occupied Land by Matt Hern, Selena Couture, Daisy Couture, and Sadie Couture.

“there is a scene in smoke signals where the sad native boy cries as he pours his father over bridge into / roaring angry always been there river / and i could not help but picture myself entangling in the meander.” Poetry winner of the Writing in the Margins contest.

“She doesn’t understand that she was born into a white supremacist society that devalues and underestimates Black women. Instead, she only knows that she doesn’t have ‘good hair.‘” Photography runner-up of the Writing in the Margins contest.

“I joke that I’ve been playing hide-and-seek with U.S. immigration since 2003. With the announcement of DACA in 2012, the game has shifted to legal limbo, purgatory, how low can you go?” Creative non-fiction runner-up of the Writing in the Margins contest.

“my father can’t kill us because respectable brown man / because i’m his name / because service worker / because why kill me when he can / make me / kill myself?” Poetry runner-up of the Writing in the Margins contest.

“There is a Sunday quietness / to the sea with just one diseased whale with sad, ulcerous eye / and her dead calf swirling around the tepid / teacup of brown water.” Best of Regina winner of the Writing in the Margins contest.