In each minority group, there are always one or more fanatics who can lead themselves, their faction, and society, into trouble. It’s what got Guy Fawkes tortured and executed.
Here in Kitchener, in Toronto, and in many other cities, the (What are they calling themselves today?? Negroes? Blacks? Colored? African- Americans/Canadians?) are upset, and calling for an end to ‘Carding,’ – random stops of people by police, to identify themselves.
Black spokesmen claim that this practice unfairly focuses on people of color, yet statistically, it is ‘people of color’ – usually young black males – who are proven to commit more crimes, especially against other Negroes, than white folks.
The Toronto Police Force has CROs – Community Relations Officers – who hang out in various schools, helping out, coaching or refereeing sports, and generally showing that the Police are ‘good guys’. Black citizens’ representatives demanded that they be removed, because black children felt threatened, harassed and oppressed. If you don’t do the crime, you won’t do the time.
Black Lives Matter. All lives matter, including the black, and the white, cops who are trying to protect all the population. In Toronto, a rabble-rousing female spokeswoman for BLM, has high-jacked this year’s Gay Pride Parade. It’s unclear just how she gained control – perhaps sheer volume.
At first, she and her cabal – and these aren’t even home-grown Negroes; they’re immigrants – demanded that the police not be allowed to march in the parade. After a large public hue and cry of protest, the demand has been modified. The police may march as a group, but will not be allowed to wear their uniforms – symbols of authority and control. A similar ‘activist’ has exacted a similar demand in Winnipeg.
I recently took the daughter shopping. I often check out through the ‘12 Items Or Less – Express lane’. This day, I only had 1 item, but the daughter had 16 or 18. In all honesty and fairness, we decided to use a regular lane. Besides the Express, there were only 2 open. The line from one extended back into the bread department, but the other…. I could see a man at the front with 2 or 3 items. Behind him were only two women, both like the daughter, with a few items on the bottoms of their carts.
Nearby, jammed against the rack with the gum, candy, and National Enquirers, was another, fully-loaded cart, but no-one around. I motioned at it, and raised an eyebrow. The daughter shrugged, and we quickly got in line behind the second woman. The man at the front cashed out. We moved up. When the first woman’s items were almost all scanned, the second started to unload her stuff, and we moved up again.
Now, a 20ish black football player showed up and grabbed the cart. He started to push toward the checkout, and the daughter moved the front of her cart a bit, so that he wouldn’t drive it into her. When we didn’t move any further than that, he looked at me, pointed to the checkout, and said, “I was there.” I replied, “Yes, you were – then you abandoned your cart, blocking people, and went away, to do some more shopping.” “I wasn’t shopping. I just went to get some more items.”
“Well, I don’t think I should have to stand and wait. Your wife was going to let me in line” “She’s my daughter, and she’s handicapped. She doesn’t want to stand in line and wait for you. You’re a big, strong, healthy guy, (I pointed at his tree-trunk legs.) you can do it.
“Oh, she’s handicapped?? I didn’t notice.” The daughter said, “And the big shiny crutch didn’t give you an idea??”, and shook it at him. Now he tried a different tack. “I’m going to tell you something.” “No shit! Could I stop you?” “I’m from Jamaica; you know what I’m saying?” “Sometimes! Vaguely!” (That went right over his head.)
“You people say, (What people? White people?) that Canada is a welcoming country, and Canadians are kind and well-mannered, but I see people swearing at the clerk at Tim Horton’s, and arguing with the checkouts here, because there’s a back-up, and they have to wait.” I said, “That’s probably because of guys like you, who butt into line and hold things up.” Game! Set! Match!
What a case of creeping entitlement! If you want to be welcomed by kind, well-mannered Canadians, you gotta show some respect and good manners of your own. Not all of us are apologising doormats, and some of us do not suffer arrogant fools well.