Posted on 10/24/2005 3:09:51 PM PDT by NZerFromHK
Obliterating this country's long, storied history is the Liberals' way of ensuring that Canadians never really grow up
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I wasn't as goo-goo for the pseudo-separatist vicereine's inaugural address as my old pal Andrew Coyne in the National Post. But Mme. Jean's attempts to "briser les solitudes" didn't have to be great when the only competition was Paul Martin's Trudeaupian boilerplate. "We are a young nation," declared the prime minister. "Look into the face of Canada, and you will see the world."
Well, maybe. But, more likely, if you looked into the face of Canada, you'd wonder why the old gal keeps lying about how old she is. "We are a young nation." How old were you when you first heard a Liberal apparatchik drone about what a "young" nation we are? Maybe you were young yourself, and now, as the healthy glow of late middle-age fades from your cheeks, you're wondering why you're so old but your country is younger than ever. It's like The Passport Photo of Dorian Gray.
For me, no sooner did Paul start burbling about what a young nation we are than the years fell away, like calendar leaves signalling flashback-time in an old movie--the sort Hollywood used to make before it discovered there was a young nation up north where you could make them a lot cheaper. Anyway, the years fell away, and suddenly
I was a wee slip of a thing again and it was 1497 and on the windswept prow nice Mister Cabot was saying to me, "Aargh, Mark lad, is me eyes deceiving me or is that a big rock up ahead?"
No, hang on, that can't be right. We're a young nation. My mistake, it was 1997 and I was at the "Canada Day" festivities at the Old Port in Montreal. We're a young nation with an old port, don't ask me how that happens. And Lucienne Robillard, then our citizenship minister, was addressing a couple of dozen brand new Canadians: "Fifty years ago we were British subjects," she said. "We forget how young a country we really are." Mme. Robillard forgets more than she realizes: it was only 20 years--1977--since we'd ceased to be British subjects. But what's a decade or two when you're shaving half a millennium off your age?
Isn't there something deeply weird about an entire nation that lies about its age? Canada is, pace Mr. Martin, one of the oldest countries in the world--the result of centuries of continuous constitution evolution. Even if one takes the somewhat reductive position that Canada as a sovereign entity dates only from the 1867 British North America Act or the 1931 Statute of Westminster, that would still make us one of the oldest nations in the world. We are, for example, one of the founding members of the United Nations, ahead of three-quarters of the present membership.
As George Orwell wrote in 1984, "He who controls the present controls the past. He who controls the past controls the future." A nation's collective memory is the unseen seven-eighths of the iceberg. When you sever that, what's left just bobs around on the surface, unmoored in every sense. Orwell understood that an assault on history is an assault on memory, and thus a totalitarian act. What, after all, does it really mean when Mme. Robillard and Mr. Martin twitter about how "young" we are? Obviously, it's a way of denigrating the past. Revolutionary regimes routinely act this way: thus, in Libya, the national holiday of Revolution Day explicitly draws a line between the discredited and illegitimate regimes predating December 1st, 1969, and the Gadaffi utopia that's prevailed since. In Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge literally reset the clock, to "Year Zero."
But it's not a tactic commonly deployed by governments in evolved constitutional democracies, and, to be fair, even Pol Pot did not intend that time should stand still. Two hundred years after Year Zero, Kampuchea would have been in Year 200. Canada in that sense has gone further than the Khmer Rouge: in Trudeaupia, Year Zero is a movable feast. Is it 1965, when we got the new flag? Or 1980, when we got the new anthem? Or 1982, when we got the new constitution? Or 1983, when we got the new national holiday? And, as Dominion Day became Canada Day, a nomenclature unsurpassed by any other nation's holiday in its yawning nullity, so some influential figures now wish to replace Victoria Day with Heritage Day, for only in Canada do we celebrate our heritage by obliterating it. In Trudeaupia, it's a permanent ongoing Year Zero, where every national symbol can always use a little work. Look into the face of Canada, and you'll see our collagen implants are way too puffy.
Isn't all this talk of how "young" we are itself getting a little old? Isn't it, frankly, a little unbecoming? As the saying goes, a man is as old as the woman he feels--and, if you're Hugh Hefner marrying Canuck Playmate Kimberley Conrad on Canada Day 1989 or that other wrinkly old swinger Pierre Trudeau chasing Margot Kidder, you feel great, at least until she gets to 23 and you move on to someone else. But when the Liberal Party of Canada--the oldest established permanent one-party government in the free world--insists that it's young and fresh and innocent it comes across somewhere between a professional virgin and those creepy youth cadres of 'tween-wars European fascist movements.
It's one thing to delegitimize all those chaps in frock coats with knighthoods who built a constitutional monarchy in a northern wilderness. But to make youth and "newness" the one enduring if paradoxical feature of your national identity is a project far more audacious than even Orwell foresaw. To live permanently in the present tense is to deny even the possibility of societal memory and collective roots.
"Look into the face of Canada," says Paul Martin, "and you will see the world." But oughtn't we to see Canada, too? A Haitian comes to America in order to become American. Judging from our prime minister's remarks and, indeed, our Governor General's new coat of arms, a Haitian comes to Canada in order that Canada can become more Haitian. By "see the world," I assume he means there are black and Chinese and Pakistani and Arab Canadians. But there are black and Chinese and Pakistani and Arab Americans, and Britons, and Australians, and these days even Belgians and Scandinavians. So what? Every western nation is now "multicultural," in part because its shrivelled birthrates leave it no choice but to import the generations its native stock refuse to sire. So the West has made a virtue out of necessity, if indeed there is anything in the least bit virtuous in denuding the developing world of its best and brightest in order to demonstrate one's multiculti bona fides.
But few countries fetishize their immigrants to the extraordinary degree that Canada does. In replacing one immigrant with another, Mme. Clarkson with Mme. Jean, in the highest office any Canadian can attain, the Trudeaupian state seems to be suggesting that these days we are all permanently "first-generation" Canadians. That too reinforces the sense that Canada exists entirely in the present tense, which in turn brings us back to the famous words of Cicero, oft quoted though not lately in Canada: "To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child."
And isn't that the point? That the unchanging "youngness" of Canada is part of the conscious infantilization of the political culture. Thus the happy-face banality of modern, federally subsidized "Canada Day" festivities, where the state hands out cardboard hats more appropriate to a child's party--"Smile, it's Canada Day! La fete du Canada, affichez votre sourire!"--and at the Old Port in Montreal the government even passes around free slices of "Canada's birthday cake." "Let them eat cake," said Marie Antoinette and is reviled across the centuries for it. But in Canada free cake like "free" "health" "care" is all in the gift of the benevolent paternalist Trudeaupian state, for if we are all such "young" children only the government is mature enough to take the important decisions that need to be taken.
Michaëlle Jean is a smart enough woman to have climbed the greasy poles of both Quebec pseudo-separatism and Canadian ersatz nationalism, and I'm sure she found the rote braggadocio about Canada's eternal youth lame even by the shopworn standards of Liberal pap. Whatever Mr. Martin says, we're not a young country but we are an immature one.
Ping!
grow up? Do we have to send Triumph the insult dog back up there?
*grins*
Doogle
Quite frankly, any country that has French as a second language pretty much gets what it deserves.
Unfortunately, if Canada is the example de jour, what that country gets is French as a first language.
;^) I don't want a visit from the French language police - they're indefatigable!
run away!
ping
Thanks for posting Steyn unexerpted! Ping for your list, Pokey!
anal retentive due to a big brother complex.
Never can quite match up.
"anal retentive due to a big brother complex.
Never can quite match up."
And with big brother (US) nearby to bail them out of trouble should the need arise they are free to be irresponsible.
French only in Quebec, bilingualism (with special rights for French) everywhere else -- we're almost there.
Immigration and what it represents will in the not too distant future be a national security issue for you americans. This country will be torn apart at the seems as a result of an immature body politic hell bent on destroying the past. This country has no sense of itself. People assume that Canada started in 1968 and that all before that date was a quaint little country far removed from our collective consciousness. This was done by design for in order to instill socialism masquarading as the "third way" into every nook and cranny of the state. I for one would wish to hasten its death in order to save a semblance of what country canada could have truelly been.
It seems that since Canada has never done one thing to brag about
LOL...whatever
<< MD_Willington_1976
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#19 ping.
("Denny Crane: Gun Control? For Communists. She's a liberal. Can't hunt.")
Your perspective on Canada's second childhood was eloquent.
In the minds of these Liberal elitists, French is the ONLY language of Canada.
Canada is far too insecure to rise from the ashes.
I am glad they are your neighbour and not mine. I'd be closing the border.
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