I’ve been living outside of Canada for a number of years now. Up until recently, I actually became more proud of Canada. Patriotic even. I almost convinced myself that Canada had something special that the rest of the world didn’t.
That all came crashing down because of three things:
Unmarked graves of native kids at former residential schools. 250 in BC. 751 in Saskatchewan. They were just kids. How many more haven’t we found?
Horsy pigs pointing AR-15s at unarmed Wet’suwet’en protestors. On Wet land. In their own homes. Why? For the gall of protesting against the inevitable environmental disaster that the Coastal GasLink pipeline would bring.
More horsy pigs letting the convidiots run rampant around Ottawa, and hugging and kissing convidiots at the Alberta border.
Kid gloves for white people; violence for natives. It crushed me to realize it, but Canada is an ethno-state like any other.