Alison Acker

She was my brilliant English professor at Ryerson university. What an amazing woman and incredible life force. Godspeed Dr. Acker

Dear Alison .... I miss you, and have for many years now, since your son John and I broke up ... we were together for a little over two years. I loved him, and you, dearly. You were always wonderful to me, and I've never forgotten. Rest in Peace dear friend. Linda

I met Alison in the eighties as we worked for peace in Central America, from delegations to the war zones and refugees camps to court cases for refugees we shared a decade of activism and then she became a Raging Granny and used her skills as a journalist to craft many a song, and of course dreamt up the antics of hanging briefs (underwear) on a cloths line in front of the leg. Oh Alison you were such a force and such a friend, so many memories I will treasure and querida compara - "wherever...

I met Allison upon my return from volunteer work in Latin America. We both worked with COSPES in Toronto for many years and became friends. I remember the frequent small group meetings we had in her home. In those years most of us were in our 20's yet Allison fit right in, she was ageless. She had the same boundless energy and commitment we had. I will always remember a long conversation that we had on difficult bus trips we had taken in Latin America during our return bus ride from the huge...

Dear Alison, what a marvelously free spirit you had. May you rest in peace after a brilliantly creative life. Bless the Raging Grannies who continue with the brave protests you all shared in and around Victoria. They say that women become more radical with age. But you, Alison, were born a firebrand! In my memory always, an inspiration - Your friend Amanda

I was Alison´s pal and buddy when we were obtaining our teaching certificates at U of T and before her second marriage. She was dynamic and unforgettable and I missed her when she moved to BC. She obviously made every second of her life count since then. She was totally unique and the world has lost one of its truly great souls.

So The Voice has now been silenced, except in the grateful memories of those lucky enough to have heard it over so many, many years, as strong at the end as ever, judging by the tone of these guest comments. At the farewell luncheon sponsored by her colleagues at Ryerson, I was privileged to offer the parting speech, which was simply a stitching together of reminders of the zingers, the zappers, the apt yet wonderfully funny stingers she had launched during her career with us at pomposity and...

I was in Jail the first night at Wilkinson Road Jail for defying a court order in the summer of 1993. They put us in solitary confinement overnight which was beside an exercise court. Well we all were able to talk to each other and I find out I am there with Alison and a couple of other Raging Grannies and Alison got us singing great protest songs loudly. Well apparently it nearly started a riot in General population because the guards had to come down and ask us politely to stop singing....

Kudos, love and respect times 1000!!!!