What you want for Canada Day


I thought being Canadian was pretty good.

I found that I lived in a free country with relatively no violence. People were prosperous, but full of community spirit and philanthropic to the less wealthy. We weren’t the country that chose to fight, but when the bad guys got out of line, we acted bravely and noblely. We dealt with Kaiser’s army, fascist stormtroopers, North Koreans, Red Chinese, and jihads, but immediately dismantled the army after each war.

Our heroes were abundant and diverse, including Terry Fox, Wayne Gretzky, Rocket Richard, Rick Hansen, Laura Secord, Leonard Cohen, and Dressup. Our “Greatest Canadian” has become a populist from the pioneer of Medicare, a Baptist preacher with glasses. One of us invented basketball. Others invented peanut butter, paint rollers, zippers, butter tarts, radios, and motorized wheelchairs. We all know that CFL football is much better than the NFL Snooze Fest that the Canadians discovered insulin, and that Robertson’s screw is much better than Phillips’ head. I was there. Instant replay? That was us. Ebola vaccine? Canadians did that. Garbage bags, canolas, newspapers, snowmobiles, Canadarm2? Same as above.

Whenever I traveled, I knew it was enviable to be Canadian. I found that the maple leaf flag was sewn on the backpack and I saw all the American tourists. Foreigners knew our generous attitude towards immigrants and refugees and they also wanted to talk about how to be one of us.

I was unaware that Canadians would occasionally be ruined. We are not always right. The waiting time for our healthcare is too long. We were the first people to put pineapples on pizza, and CBC’s high-paying executives honestly believed that “the little mosque of prairie” was interesting. — But in general I was proud to be Canadian.

But then things have changed.

Our politicians have begun to tell us everything we are ashamed of as a nation. Apologies for wrongdoing have usually come at a blazing pace to the old behavior that living Canadians and their grandparents did not have. The leaders holding the teddy bear told us with tears that our government and the church had genocide. Living in one of the most racist and least racist countries on the planet, we were informed that we left an indelible trace of systemic racism on our eyebrows. The flag was lowered to a half-mast.

A war broke out in the past of our country. The museum has wiped out exhibits of our colonial and pioneer heritage. Historically very important figures have been erased from public memory. The main person responsible for establishing Canada and the man who established free public education removed their name from the institution and covered their image with a tarpaulin. The mob destroyed the statue while the police stood vaguely.

Canadians have begun to realize that people are not treated equally and that there are preferred categories, winners and losers, based on key markers that people do not control, rather than personality or achievements. Gender, gender, and race have become openly factors in adopting or establishing the right to speak on a particular topic. Job seekers and authors found it helpful to build the wrong racial background for themselves. Masculinity was now considered toxic.

Isn’t it wondering if Quebec’s separatism has revived in this campaign, which goes against our pride in being Canadian, or is there a growing demand for prairie sovereignty in the West?

Now we are approaching July 1st, which was set aside to celebrate Canada. And, not surprisingly, Winipeggers learn that there are no traditional delightful fireworks at the Forks National Historic Site. Instead, we “acknowledge the anger and wounds that the indigenous community feels” and spend the day listening to and understanding the story. It sounds so much fun and it definitely attracts a large and happy crowd.

Do you know what you want to see on Canada Day? I want to spend the day without an apology from a politician. I want you to keep the museum open and tell the truth about John A. McDonald, Egerton Liarson, and Sir Amherst. We want broadcasters to fill the wave with stories about our illustrious past, our wonderful present, and our brilliant future. I talk from our elders about how they spent their lives to build everything that makes Canada a place where millions of people around the world want to migrate. I want to hear I want my children to experience the pride of the day, freed from the message of living in the hellish hell of a shameful racist genocide.

And fireworks. I also want fireworks.

The views expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of The Epoch Times.

Jerry bowler


Jerry Bowler is a Canadian historian who specializes in the intersection of religion and popular culture.

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