"One of the counter-protests happens Friday from 4 p.m. until 6 p.m. at Peterborough Square."
Good. Show love. Don't get mad, don't get aggressive, just show love.
I met an old white man, early 50, at a concert last week in Toronto, trying to buy his cigarettes. We talked for a while and he seemed to enjoy my company. Then he asked the trivial questions:
"Where are you from?"
"What religion are you from?"
I lied and said I'm a Christian from India (my two friends at the concert were from India and are Christian, so I didn't want to do a dance and explain where all of us are from).
I knew where this was going.
"Can I say something to you guys? And this is something I feel very strongly about.
...
Fuck Moslems!"
My friends were shocked, trying to hold their laugh. I shrugged it off and indulged his conversation.
He talks about the killings, and I said "Yeah man, isn't Islam a religion of peace?"
He's all "Right on! Where's the fucking peace!? I will let 100,000 cockroaches in my country, and not one fucking immigrant!"
Funny enough, all three of us whom he was talking to are immigrants.
I just laughed it off without getting into an argument with an ignorant. At the end of the conversation, we had a few laughs, hugged it out and went our ways.
Moral here is that you cannot change someone's view; it's engraved in them and they will forever defend their feelings. However, showing love instead of hate can go a long way. So please, show love at Peterborough: the sound of love is far more amplifying than bigotry.