Toronto the Good.
The City That Works.
Does it still work? I’m not so sure anymore, and I haven’t been for a very long time. It seems to me that Toronto has been resting on its laurels for too many years, working despite a severe lack of care and maintenance.
Toronto is the heart of an obese man trying to run a marathon. A steady diet of deficient and misplaced funding has deprived the country’s most important muscle of what it needs to pump the blood. The arteries are hopelessly clogged.
Every time Toronto collapses, the team of three doctors hover over the body, contemplating the wisest course of treatment.
“I am afraid that if I operate, I will get blood on my hands,” says the local doctor.
“I will provide a transfusion, but only if your operation cures the coughs of these other three neighbouring patients,” says the provincial doctor.
“He’s faking. Put him back on the track,” says the federal doctor.
And so Toronto keeps running, pumping capital into the economy at a slower rate, pushing people through its streets more slowly. Struggling to survive.
It’s a testament to the strength of the city that it has been able to function; but oh, what could it be if only someone could give it a heart transplant? What if it was fed and nurtured and given a clear vision?
The patient is ready. Who is ready to heal the city?