Multicultural Festival

The family all had a big, interesting, informative day on Saturday.  The son worked all night, and stopped off at the downtown Kitchener market to pick up some eggs and bread.  The social engineers have pretty much ruined, what used to be a great experience.

The market used to be inside a warehouse-type building and outside, in what was a parking lot during the week.  The city could only realize income for two days a week on this building, so they sold it to a developer, and moved the market to the bottom level and meeting room of a new parking garage.

After twenty years, their contract with the owner ran out, and the space was required for parking for a 24/7 call center.  They designed and built a new market building, a couple of blocks down the street.  This monstrosity has all the glamour of an airplane hangar, and they are having trouble getting shoppers to come, and vendors to stay.  The number of parking spaces, underground, is limited, and auto paint and scrapes on almost every concrete pillar, indicate why people won’t come back.

The son got home about ten to eight and turned the car over to us.  We picked the daughter up and headed for the (Mennonite) farmers’ market at the northern edge of our twin city.  With acres of parking and outdoor vendors, this market has thrived, partly from the failure of the downtown market.  We bought some fresh meat and produce, had coffee and doughnuts, and then hit a half a dozen stores in that area, dropped the daughter and her stuff off, and were home just before two.

Kitchener holds a yearly multicultural festival, and we all wanted to attend.  They started it on the July First weekend, but that is Canada Day, a holiday, and many people wanted to go camping, or to a cottage, so they moved it back to the weekend before.  The son was supposed to have gone to bed early and got a few hours sleep, but he was up when we got home.  Nothing unusual in that.  The wife and I went to bed after three AM and were back up at seven.

The festival is held in a big park, right downtown.  It’s three blocks by three blocks, with streams and a lake with fish and wildfowl.  I dropped the wife and her crutches, along with the son, at the front gate.  You couldn’t get a parking spot within a half mile, with a gun, and they are frowned on.  A city trail, which used to be a railroad line, runs through the back end of it.  The daughter lives just off that trail, three blocks away.  I drove to her place, parked, and the two of us returned, her on her power wheelchair.

The City probably intends it as a social bonding and cultural acceptance exercise, but the unifying force I see among the licensed attendees, is commerce and capitalism.  It’s almost amusing to see a meditating Buddhist monk, hoping you’ll pay money to learn how he achieves Nirvana.  With your money, that’s how!

Many local ethnic groups set up food tents, so that you can sample their cuisine.  They use the profits to finance various groups and projects.  At the front of the park was the city’s tent, handing out information and site maps.  Then there were two mobile ATMs and, down both sides of the field were food tents representing Pakistani, Indian/Sri Lankan, Jamaican, Filipino, Turkish, Ethiopian, Zambia/Tanzanian, Vietnamese, Salvadoran, Greek Cypriot, Turkish Cypriot, Chinese, The Islamic Council, Muslim Women and Vietnamese Buddhists.  I started with a Gyro plate from the Turkish tent, and later tried a sample plate from the ZamTan folks.  Gyro is actually a Greek term.  The Turks should call it doner, but, whatever sells.

It’s a good thing we learned how to make Salvadoran pupusas after last year’s visit.  There was a huge line-up there.  The pupusas are really popular, but their service staff were the least organized.

Many of these groups also had commercial/information booths further back.  You could buy carvings, clothing, henna tattoos, jewellery, toys and other assorted gewgaws, too numerous to mention.  Aside from the blatantly ethnic, there were a lot of social-awareness groups.

The Regional Police had a shop.  The local publicly funded radio station had a remote broadcast booth.  There was an organization called Unlearn, an anti-violence, anti-bigotry, anti-the usual suspects way of doing things, group.  Sort of an Occupy For Intellectuals.  The Free Thinkers, whose meetings the daughter and I occasionally attend, had a booth.

There were also; The Art Gallery, the Symphony, African/Caribbean Awareness, Non-Violence Council, the local Transit Authority, English as a Second Language, Falun Gong, Injured Workers Support, the Library, a geo-caching group, all three major political parties, Hare Krishnas, ice-cream cranked out by a tiny, one-cylinder motor, a coffee-house for adults to relax and Tales For Children, who would watch kids and entertain them for busy parents.

A fourteen year-old girl, who gets let off a school bus several miles out in the country, had a speeding garbage truck bank off the back corner of her stopped bus, and smash her into a field, recently.  She’s an hour away, in a specialty hospital.  The entire local Mennonite community is backing her and her parents.  There was a booth selling ribbons, rubber bracelets and shirts to help finance anticipated huge care fees, if she survives.  We got our bracelet at a Mennonite meat store that morning.  I just hope the entry fee was waived for them.

The native-Canadian Indians held a pow-wow.  The Lutheran Church was there.  The Catholic Church was represented by five Jesuit priests in long black cassocks.  They looked as warm as the Arab women.  I saw one Arab female….well, actually I didn’t.  An amorphous, mobile, little black mass with a half-inch slit at eye level, covered with Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses.  Clothing ranged from there down to hot, (mostly) young things wearing so little fabric, there was barely enough room to hang the for-rent sign.

We got home about seven PM.  By that time the son had been up for 24 hours.  He immediately headed for bed and the wife and I had a two-hour nap before I started this post.  I can hardly wait for next year.

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9 thoughts on “Multicultural Festival

  1. whiteladyinthehood says:

    Wow, Archon! That sounds like a blast to me. I would love to see the native-Canadian indians pow-wow.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      They put on a great little show, beating on drums, chanting, dancing around in beaded and belled buckskins….and it’s no more REAL than the Lama, meditating for money. Like my *growing up* posts, it’s more a paean to a lost lifestyle. Tomorrow they go back to work at the call-center, or auto-parts plant.

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  2. Jim Wheeler says:

    I admit to starting with only a little knowledge of Canada, but this multicultural aspect is surprising. Maybe the United Nations would be more comfortable up there than in NYC. Nah, never mind. Nothing could be more multicultural than NYC.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      A lady blogger from Florida was amazed at the ethnic diversity of this area. Our twin city has two universities and we host a world renowned Community College. Lots of imported students, but also many immigrated families. Difference from the states, down there they are expected to assimilate and become Americans. Here they can be Hyphenated-Canadians. Still, we desire at least a little joining with the rest. Two blocks away is a semi-gated community of perhaps a hundred houses filled with nothing but olive skin, hooked noses and hijabs and nadiqs. Years ago, when my son expressed interest in a Sikh female fellow-student, she told him he should associate with *His kind.*

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      • Jim Wheeler says:

        Thanks. My continuing education is, er, continuing.

        Sikh female no doubt gave good advice. In-laws of the same ethnicity are difficult enough I think. 🙄

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  3. all the choices of food sound amazing. I would have stuffed myself senseless.

    just love the image of the lady in a burka, wearing expensive sunglasses. Suddenly I’m feeling oppressed because I can’t afford said sunglasses. If I buy a burka, will the sunglasses come as an accessory? (I know, tasteless to joke about such things….)

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  4. Archon's Den says:

    The food was great, and my diet’s still waving a white flag. Don’t buy the burka, but, if you sell yourself, body and soul, to a Saudi businessman, and be totally dependent on him, you can depend on him buying you expensive sunglasses, to make HIM look better. Like putting nice wheel-discs on the Lincoln. Do you already have nice wheel-discs?

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    • I used to have really nice wheel-discs. Nice size, super perky. I expect that Saudi business man could pay to bring them back to what they once were but sadly I value my independence too much.

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  5. Rick says:

    Sounds like a blast. And I’m only a *bit* jealous of the experience. 🙂 Last year, my family and I went to a local event, the Paddle to Swinomish, a first-nation gathering between various tribes from all over who each had a representative canoe paddle in from various locales. It was a great experience – and I am fortunate enough to live close enough to have been able to walk there. Anyways, just watching the various cultural goings-on was interesting, even if the fare was not as diverse as what you had. Definitely something worth doing.

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