The Scapegoat Syndrome

11/30/2016 Colin McGregor 0

René Girard, a writer and philosopher from France, feels that human societies are necessarily full of negative emotions. People copy others – that’s human nature – and one person’s violence and rage can multiply, can get horribly out of control. To avoid anarchy, all societies, […] See more

Broken Windows

05/13/2016 Colin McGregor 0

In 2012, a shy, quiet teacher and political philosopher named James Wilson died. An expert in Chicago’s black neighborhoods, he was best known as the man who came up with the “Broken Windows” Theory. It says that if one window of a building is broken […] See more

Midnight Teens Are Not Thugs

05/13/2016 Colin McGregor 0

The pineal gland is tiny. Wedged between both hemispheres of your brain, it may be small, but it has a huge impact on society – especially, on teenagers. That’s because it manufactures melatonin, the hormone that controls your sleep. When the pineal gland manufactures more […] See more

Why this magazine?

06/20/2015 Colin McGregor 0

Two decades ago, the district of Hochelaga-Maissoneuve, a once mighty industrial hub in East End Montreal, was in the midst of the same decline that Detroit, Manchester, Pittsburgh and other Western World centres were suffering. Abandoned buildings became havens for young squatters from across Quebec […] See more

Homelessness: The Circuit

06/14/2015 Colin McGregor 0

It is break time at the prison upholstery shop. We work in a large, brightly lit room with a high ceiling and concrete floors. Along one cinderblock wall, chairs are lined up, mostly facing outward. This is where we sit for the 15 minutes we […] See more

True Crime, True Life

06/14/2015 Colin McGregor 4

My father, deceased for some years already, would have been very happy being in prison. Not because of the food, the filth or the confinement. But because in his salad days he was a crime reporter for the Montreal Star, a daily newspaper that closed […] See more

Dreams and Suicide in Prison

06/13/2015 Colin McGregor 0

I awake in a sweat, dazed and disoriented. I turn my pillow over to the dry, cold side underneath, and think: a few seconds ago, I was walking along Sherbrooke Street on a sunny summer’s day, rummaging through second-hand bookstores. Not now. My eyes adjust […] See more