It's your dream, Sheila, not ours
Winnipeg Sun, By JOHN GLEESON, June 29, 2006
One word can make such a huge difference. In this space yesterday, in what was supposed to be a Canada Day column, Sheila Copps was writing about a "passionate Canadian nationalist" she knows who had lost heart for the good fight to keep Quebec in confederation.
"My friend," she wrote, "is a model Canadian, an immigrant from British Columbia who learned fluent French long ago as part of his commitment to the bigger dream."
The phrase, "an immigrant from British Columbia," jumped out at a number of Sun readers, including Winnipegger Gord Higham: "Anecdotes aside, there is no such thing as an immigrant from British Columbia except, it appears, to an ex-government minister from southern Ontario."
As a B.C. "immigrant" myself (I crossed the Rockies into Canada Proper almost 20 years ago, but still haven't lost my accent), I can understand why readers mistook Sheila's words. But, after checking with Linda Williamson, Sheila's editor in Toronto, I was assured that Sheila didn't mean precisely what she wrote.
What she really meant was that her friend was an immigrant in B.C.
So that settles that. But it doesn't let Sheila off the hook for displaying insufferable arrogance toward many of us who, by virtue of Canadian geography, obviously don't qualify as being model citizens in Sheila's world.
Why? Because, unlike her immigrant friend, we didn't learn "fluent French as part of our commitment to the bigger dream."
Ah, the bigger dream. The big Canadian dream, according to Sheila -- bacon and eggs and croissants in the morning, a lucrative federal contract over lunch, and a Liberal fundraiser to cap off the evening, complete with clever repartee in both official languages.
But how many of us can share in Sheila's "bigger dream" and how many of us want to?
Now, I don't know about Sheila's friend, but for most people who live in B.C. -- and for that matter, about half of the rest of the country -- learning "fluent French" is hardly an essential way to spend their limited time on this planet, unless of course they want to work for the federal government.
Guess that means they can't dream the "bigger dream," can they?
Of course it's a wonderful thing to learn French. Means you can read Baudelaire and Balzac in the original and you'll know what Edith Piaf is singing so beautifully about. Means you can travel in Quebec or France and order off the menu and talk to the locals. You can make new friends and watch great movies without having to read the subtitles. It's very civilized.
But to tie speaking French to being "a model Canadian" who dreams "the bigger dream" is to flatly marginalize half the population of Canada.
But that's what Sheila's privileged Liberal ilk does.
Rather than build bridges, their Bigger Bilingual Dream Canada actually relegates millions of us to second-class status. And laughably, this divisive and demeaning political game has been shoved down our throats in the interest of "keeping Canada together."
When the game got really mouldy, Sheila's former boss even used the fear of losing Quebec as the raison d'etre for the sponsorship program, which turned out to be nothing less than a criminal enterprise operated out of the office of the prime minister of Canada.
Sheila, we notice, didn't mention that in her column.
This Canada Day, I won't be worrying about whether Quebec stays or goes, now or later. Most of us are past that now. The way we see it, that's theirs to decide and yours, Sheila, to agonize over.
We've got better "bigger dreams" to dream about, thank you very much.
And yes, we are Canadians.
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John Gleeson is the editor of the Winnipeg Sun. He can be reached by e-mail at: jgleeson@wpgsun.com
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