Leaving For Canada
Not An Option Anymore
From Real Clear Politics, David Warren writes about the loss of freedoms in Canada.
I have mentioned only the current cases in which periodical publications have been prosecuted, in the strange new world of “Kafkanada” — where you can be tried for the same imaginary “hate crimes” in any or all federal and provincial jurisdictions, simultaneously or sequentially. A single complaint by any reader anywhere is enough to launch a secret inquiry. The target has no right to confront his accuser, and will not at first even be told who he or she is.Truth is no defence, the absence of harm is no defence, there are no rules of evidence — due process is entirely subverted. The inquisitors of these kangaroo courts may ultimately reach any “judgement” they please, after months or years of playing cat-and-mouse with their selected victim.
A Protestant minister in Alberta was, for instance, recently ordered to publicly renounce his Christian beliefs, as well as pay a big lump sum to the anti-Christian activist who had prosecuted him, in a case I mentioned in a previous column, and which I am pleased to see is getting wide publicity in the United States even if not up here. “Re-education” programmes are frequently assigned, for which the victim must also pay.
In the spring of 1973 I drew a big 003 in the random draft lottery that would have sent me to Vietnam had the war not been coming to an end starting the winter previous. “Going to Canada” was an option that, I must admit, I weighed for a time (and rejected – so, fear not, Mom). Had it come to that, I would have joined (that is, after embarrassing myself…). There are scenarios that have become conceivable now – the loss of my first and second amendment rights, for instance – that have given me pause and even caused me to wonder if it might be wise to know the location of an exit again, even at this point in my life. (Fortunately for me, although my first amendment rights are daily brought in question, my second amendment rights were recently made more secure.) But it’s clear that Canada is not an option a lover of freedom can seriously entertain any longer, and that’s a shock. Because as much as we’ve traded freedom for security here in the US, there may be no freedom left to trade in Canada.
Buffalonians have always considered themselves part Canadian. Carling’s Black Label Beer, Genesee Cream Ale and Molson’s are used as municipal tap water, or at least they used to be. The defunct Crystal Beach amusement park, around the lake (Erie) in Ontario was our version of Coney Island, and our version of a Bar Mitzvah was to ride the Comet, its famed roller coaster, “no hands”.
In 1980, I attended a Washington Capital’s hockey game, vs. the Toronto Maple Leafs. It was the very week that several U.S. hostages, held in Iran, had been smuggled out to safety by Canadian efforts (both military and personal). That night, we all sang “Oh Canada”, stood and applauded the Canadians in the stands as well as on the ice for as long as our strength would let us in sheer gratitude.
I like Canadians. The U.S. likes Canada. I know Canadians feel like they’re sleeping next to an elephant. But free speech is not an American concept. It is not an American right. It is universal, whether or not the U.N. agrees. Rejecting it on that basis is just about the most idiotic thing I’ve seen come from the Great White North since Bill Shatner’s last record album.