5.14.2009

wmtc letter in globe and mail: my canada includes the right to protest

I have a letter in today's Globe and Mail, in response to a disgusting letter they ran yesterday. Sentences in brackets were cut.
A letter writer says, "The people of Canada are sick and tired of immigrants who bring the battles of their home country with them". Many of the people protesting are Canadian: We are sickened by genocides around the world and tired of people not paying attention to them. [Perhaps the letter writer does not care about the world outside Canada's borders, but many Canadians do.

The letter also suggests that the Tamil protests be met with arrests. My Canada includes the right to protest.]

Laura Kaminker
Mississauga, ON

The overall reaction to the Tamil genocide - a yawning silence - and to the Tamil protests in Toronto - how dare you inconvenience me! - is so disheartening.

3 comments:

Kim_in_TO said...

And yet - thankfully - the protests show no sign of abating. I passed Queen's Park yesterday on my way home from work, and there were thousands of people - the entire south lawn was covered with people and more were across the street, coming and going. I signed a petition.

People need to understand that this is not a community that will get discouraged and give up. They are losing relatives/loved ones daily. They have nothing more to lose.

L-girl said...

A few people at the Campaign meeting yesterday had just come from Queen's Park. They were enthusing over the huge numbers of people - but also discouraged at being one of only a handful of white faces there.

The Tamil community is an inspiration to all of us - this sustained level of protest is quite amazing.

James said...

Dumb quote of the week from the night of the Gardiner episode: "Why aren't they arresting the lot of them? If I were walking on the Gardiner, they'd arrest me!"

Note to dunce: where are you going to get the cops necessary to arrest hundreds of people, and where are you going to put them?

On the plus side, the news showing in the office cafeteria the next day was all-Tamil-crisis, all day. Or, at least every time I popped down.