Reflections on Canada's 150th Birthday
Canada is the only country in the world that knows how
to live without an identity. (Marshall McLuhan)
Tomorrow Canada will be 150.
And the smarmy clichés about our “inclusivity” and our
“kindness” and our “helpfulness” and our social conscience and our diminutive
military and our former ‘state’ religions and our vast expanse and our
riverveins-and-arteries that flow through that huge land mass to three oceans…
will all be on display.
There will be singers and dancers, flags and stories,
facebooks and twittersfull of stories about what it means to “me” to be a
Canadian. We will celebrate those recent arrivals from places of danger and desperate
depravity. We will demonstrate that we are NOT the United States, although for
many people around the world, there are only marginal differences between our
nation and our southern neighbour.
Yet for Canadians the “what we are not” is as
important as the “who we are”. It was Irving Layton who remarked that because
we lie between the cold Arctic and the monster America, we overflow with
poetry, as a deep and heart-felt expression of profound emotion and creativity.
Writers by the score have poured their thoughts and feelings about the country,
without ever really “nailing it”…and that is one of the most important things
about Canada for me.
It is in the mystery and in the ambiguity, it is in
the tensions and the divisions, the differences and the normalizing of “all of
that” that somehow we keep on keeping on. We are in the “middle” of the
developed nations of the world, and so cannot afford or tolerate national news
casts that keep their focus exclusively on our national navel. We simply have
no choice but to look around the world, for stories with which to compare and
to evaluate and to emulate and to discard our national options. We are almost
never “first” with cutting edge social policy, nor are we at the back of the
line in implementing change. Yet we do it in a uniquely Canadian way..
In fact, it can be argued that it is our “way” of
doing things that best captures whatever it is that might approximate our
identity. While the media likes to break their coverage into “files” of policy,
events, personalities, or even “debates” (and for their purposes perhaps that
approach bespeaks a deep vein of formal training and practice in disciplined
journalism. However, it is the manner in which they pursue and present those
stories that helps us discern a mystical manner…..not so much in the “content”
of those stories. The content is about the usual “man bites dog” inversion of
the expected. However, it is the civility, respect and decorum for both the
sources and the subjects of the story, even if the story has repulsive aspects,
that Canadians have come to expect. And we rarely have the kind of high-school
vulgarity, immaturity or ad hominum attacks that have become the norm in
Washington.
More about how we see ourselves: through our marching
band of comedians who take every opportunity to poke fun, to ridicule and to
enlighten, without spilling the blood of their targets. Ron James, Red Green,
Rick Mercer, Mark Critch, Cathy Jones, Shaun Majumber, Susan Kent…and before
them the cast of Air Farce. We can and do laugh at ourselves, our political
leaders and our deeply embedded inconsistencies, hypocrisies, and every
instance of our “overblown” sense of importance.
Here is a random pot-pourrio of quotes about the
country:
Margaret Atwood: If the national mental illness of the
United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.
Mordechai Richler: Coming from Canada, being a writer
and Jewish as well, I have impeccable paranoia credentials.
Northrop Frye: Americans like to make money; Canadians
like to audit it. I know no country where accountants have a higher social and
moral status.
Dave Broadfoot: Canada is a collection of provinces
with strong governments loosely connected by fear.
Leonard Cohen: I want history to jump on Canada’s spine
with sharp skates.
Margaret Mead: Britons put up with, Americans fix,
Canadians cope.
John Ralston Saul: Canada is either an idea or it does
not exist. It is either an intellectual undertaking or it is little more than a
resource-rich vacuum lying in the buffer zone just north of a great empire.
Edgar Friedenberg: Canadians are more polite when they
are being rude than Americans are when they are being friendly.
Jack Granetstein: Canadians were the first anti-Americans,
and the best. Canadian anti-Americanism, just as the country’s French-English
duality, has for two centuries been the central buttress of our national
identity.
Polite, self-effacing, easily snowed, civil, born of
British and French parents, yet indigenous peoples were here first (we are
finally belatedly coming to recognize and acknowledge)….yet somehow, we seem to
“muddle through” (Arthur Lower, Canadian historian)
It is impossible not to notice the forest of Canadian
flags that have sprouted on homes, office buildings, ferries, stores, main
streets and everywhere you look. And this flurry of red maple leaves is a stark
contrast with the national birthdays of our past, when English Canada barely
mentioned a national birthday. (Quebec, on the other hand, has celebrated St.
Jean Baptiste Day, as a celebration of the French language and culture that
underpins the province’s culture.)
The country has also spawned an army of writers,
poets, playwrights, movie directors, producer and writers, and still struggles
with whether or not to continue to fund the national broadcaster, the Canadian
Broadcasting Corporation.
Having worked in the United States, and having
returned, I have been deemed “too eastern (read New England preppy) on the
western side of the Continental Divide in the U.S. and in Canada, I have been
classed as too American. Married to a native American who has taken out
Canadian citizenship, I am now mistaken for an American while she is presumed
to be a native Canadian. People will always and everywhere project their best and
worst pictures onto us, depending on how we “strike” their memory and
perception bank.
Introducing my wife to her newly-adopted homeland has
been one of the more challenging and exciting adventures of my life, because
she has taken to Canada like a tadpole to the spring lake waters. It is the
blue lakes, rivers, and oceans that literally cover the map of Canada, when
they are right in front of you, that offer a glimpse of our affinity to this
age-old life-source, and the eagerness of Canadians to build our towns, cities
and homes as near to water as we can afford.
Having survived two referenda over whether Quebec
would leave the federation, and watched the federal government defer to the
provincial premiers and their governments, we have left a considerable vacuum
in our national capital, Ottawa, and grown very independent provincial
daughters/sisters or foster children. We celebrate our history, our hockey
prowess, our talent for documentary film-making, and our bickering over the
federal government’s spending too much money on purchases from foreign lands,
to support the birthday celebrations.
We also hold the Prime Minister accountable for having
spent his winter vacation at the Caribbean home of the Aga Khan, as a possible
conflict of interest. And we cover our newspapers and television newscasts with
stories about whether Senators living in Ottawa while claiming living expenses
on homes in distant provinces are abusing the national purse.
Petty, fastidious, book-keeping, anal and
self-sabotaging..we are a country that a former Defence Minister trashed for “very
poor management skills” and his insight is no more on display than in the
convoluted, complex and confounded process(es) that are deployed in the
purchase of military ships, planes and materiel. It almost seems as if our
convoluted double or triple layers of oversight preclude actually getting the
purchase completed. Alternatively, we buy mothballed submarines from Great
Britain, and then have to spend a ‘mint’ to retrofit them into
semi-sea-readiness.
Sometimes, we are, in a word, hopeless…and yet we
continue to muddle through.
And I am proud to be a native Canadian!