OK, we've all had some time to cool down a bit now, but most Vancouverites and BC residents, and even most Canadians, have been pretty upset in the wake of last week' Stanley Cup Riot II - the Sequel.
As I said earlier (see the previous post), the unruly outburst of car-burning, window-breaking, bottle-throwing, looting, stabbing and fist-fighting that engulfed downtown Vancouver after the Canucks lost Game Seven in this year's Stanley Cup Final was fueled by mass stupidity and drunkenness from a lot of upset fans (and maybe the odd, but very odd anarchist) and delusional planning (or lack thereof) by Vancouver Police and city hall.
We on the lower mainland of Canada's west coast also fooled ourselves into a sense of complacency with the silly notion that it couldn't happen again here -- that there was no way there could be a repeat of the riot following the Canucks last trip to a seventh game of a Cup final in 1994. We had been a model of "world class" behavior during the Vancouver 2010 Olympics, we believed, and the crowds had been more or less behaving themselves for most of the mass gatherings at the city's live viewing sites throughout the playoffs.
But we forgot that the Olympics was a special case, attended by much more of a family and foreign audience intent on celebrating a much friendlier form of competition than the blood-sport final between the Bruins and the Canucks, which we were "supposed to win". And the Olympic celebrations were also supervised by several thousand security personnel, not the few hundred city police officers who were so overwhelmingly outnumbered the night of the riot.
After the riot, there were many reactions and overreactions. First the police and the mayor blamed the whole thing on a small group of "hooligans and activists". But faced with the mountain of online video showing rioters clad in expensive Canucks' garb they eventually had to backtrack a bit.
In the aftermath, many of us were so outraged we didn't notice that we fell into another kind of mob psychol0gy -- the lust for revenge. We had to make the rioters pay, and especially those who had been so ridiculously foolish as to photograph themselves engaging in the mayhem and post the evidence on Twitter or Facebook. And we blasted the same social media outlets displaying that evidence and called for the rioters' heads.
Tearful apologies followed on TV from sons and daughters of well-off parents who had "gotten carried away with the moment". Before she edited her own online apology after receiving a host of vitriolic comments, one young woman blurted on her blog that before she allegedly looted from a clothing store "at the time everything just seemed so right". The next day her mother said she had been victimized by hate speech by those who disagreed with her.
On some radio talk shows, hosts began to ask whether the social media backlash had gone too far -- the same hosts who had been advocating the book be thrown at the rioters a few days earlier. Other talk shows questioned whether any of the apologies could possibly be considered sincere.
We have also been treated to vows from the mayor, the police chief and the Premier that the rioters would be brought to justice to face the full brunt of the law. Ultimately, this will be the most interesting part of the story. How can we ensure hundreds of these people serve hard time in jail when others who kill children in hit-and-run accidents or who carry out vicious crimes seem to rarely get the same treatment?
It was also revealed that neither the city planner, known as a micro-manager par excellence, nor the mayor had even read the report or its recommendations following the last riot. And the next day the police chief attacked one of his main critics, who supposedly had written that report, as not having written it and for grandstanding in the media.
On and on we go, and nearly a week later it's almost taken on an air of farce and unreality, but more than that a kind of collective immaturity. The rioters didn't show any maturity or judgment - that we know. But we're starting to notice that maybe the rest of us need to do a little growing up as well. Or maybe it's that our collective maturity has sunk to a new low, because we're so used to either posting or reacting to all that edgy stuff on Twitter or Facebook.