One Toronto police officer takes a civilized view of graffiti

Besides producing some fine work, graffiti provides a needed safety valve in a corporate ad ladened city.

On Broadcast Lane, tucked behind Cabbagetown’s shops and studios, a cop walks his beat.

Among the trash bins in the alleyway, Constable Scott Mills points to graffiti-covered brick, drips of neon paint on the concrete curbs below. But he’s not lamenting the delinquency of the larger-than-life letters and motifs as you might expect. He knows each one’s maker by name: This one is a Bubz original. That one is Phade’s. He points to them like a proud father.

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