I don’t remember if I competed in a Spelling Bee as a youngster, but I can easily recall feeling like I was under a microscope, or trying to not embarrass myself in front of adults, or feeling cold sweat as a million pairs of eyes were disseminating me on the spot.
Having a black friend enhances my ability to understand what black people experience. Without his friendship I would be less informed, and therefore less likely to give credence to the idea that racism invades the emotional and sometimes physical space of people of colour.
The Conservative Party of Canada released their first of what is sure to be several attack ads against Prime Minister Justin Trudeau.
All of us see evidence of this holy war every time we scan our social media news feeds, but most of us having become numb to its overall impact. We are becoming desensitized to this fight, watching like hopeless spectators huddled inside a gladiator arena, nervously waiting to see who the victor becomes.
Some conservatives may have an ideological soft spot for the deep cuts into social assistance, libraries, medical procedures, paramedics, education, and the environment, but other right of centre voters must be scratching their heads knowing that despite all those cuts Ford still spent billions more than Wynne.
We all instinctively understand we are getting stiffed. We instinctively know that those red and blue entities are social clubs of corruption and hypocrisy. We just don’t know what to do about it.