Most of times I get you.

Lately,your turmoil, your awkwardness ( here this word used in the sense of clumsiness)while discussing minorities rights; sometimes I don't get.

In my point of view you should not spend time arguing among yourselves about gay rights, woman rights etc. You guys belong to the USA: you are the majority when it comes to world power. (Or you used to up to a couple of years ago for the ones who follow international politics.)

Indulge me while I tell you how my People built its self-esteem...

Till the 60s the French-Canadian, were feeling and acting as second class citizens cause we were a minority within Canada. (Even thou we were the direct descendants of one of the founding People)

On top of it the Catholic Church was keeping (up to my my parents generation) the Quebequers on a tight leash. True, they (the catholic church) helped preserving our mother tongue and culture but their oppression was a high price to pay.

So the Revolution Tranquille happened. We did not feel the need to take arms. The name is self-explanatory: tranquille means quiet.

My People succeeded in trowing out the Church and obliterate (almost)our identity as second class citizens (which came with the intrinsic acceptance of the anglo-saxon dominance over our economic life.)

All those words used as a preamble to demonstrate the fact that all Quebequers, male and female know about the difficulties that can arise when you are part of a minority.



The gut feeling for surviving and go beyond that state: finding a true identity worth of respect for anybody to feel and see.


Where was I?

Not that far...

Please my American friends, work together to regain your identity. You are now in the uncomfortable position of being isolated.

Put in a corner as the class's bully. In the position of the one who can,t be trusted and with whom nobody wants to be seen with...

You are now a minority.

Don't quarrel among yourself. Get together, join hands for the good of your country and your collective self-esteem. Than and only than, hope will fill your heart again.

lise

your northern neighbor