I just spent ten days in Southern California, six of them in Palm Springs and four in Los Angeles. There’s not a lot to do in Palm Springs but then that’s the point. If you’re so inclined you can golf, mountain climb, play tennis or cycle but, at a certain age, the idea of reclining by the pool with a good book is pretty irresistible. This photo is taken in a tiny, hidden restaurant called “Farm”. It’s in downtown Palm Springs and is worth a visit particularly for breakfast or lunch.

After Palm Springs I was in West Hollywood where the weather was just about perfect. L.A. is a challenge although certain neighbourhoods, including West Hollywood, are pleasant. I have stayed at the same hotel there for many years. It’s called “The Chamberlain West Hollywood” and is exceptionally nice in a quiet residential neighbourhood just a block and a half off Santa Monica Boulevard with all its action.
While in L.A. I visited the Broad Museum for the first time. It’s an impressive addition to the Los Angeles cultural scene but pales in comparison to The Whitney or MOMA in New York. Perhaps the most striking thing about it is the building that houses it. The exterior is particularly noteworthy although a friend of mine responded to a picture of it with the comment “nice, but too bad about the meteorite”.

The design of the ground floor is challenging, incorporating what I charitably describe as “early Flintstone” into what is otherwise a solid expression of Modernism (it also brings back unpleasant memories of a colonoscopy). Oh well, C’est California.

I have never felt such relief from political noise and drama as when I returned to Canada. That “noise” becomes unbearable with a new crisis or scandal emerging seemingly every day or even more frequently. Of course Donald Trump’s presidency puts this on steroids but the political system also contributes to it. With a general election of one kind or another every two years the country is in a state of perpetual political warfare. The 2020 Presidential election is still nearly two years away but the campaign is already in full swing. What we in Canada endure for at most two or three months is a constant in American public life and ultimately de-sensitizing in a very negative way.
I admire America for many things but have come to feel its political system is inherently unstable and perhaps incable of responding effectively to the myriad challenges facing modern democratic nations. Although mindful of the utter failure of the oldest parliamentary democracy to manage Brexit (although Britain would not be in this mess if the very unparliamentary process of a referendum had not been so foolishly invoked), I’ve come to feel that the stability of a parliamentary democracy is the better system to guide nations through a turbulent world.
Meanwhile, Back in Canada
Conrad Black is not a man I usually agree with so it came as a surprise to read his recent opinion piece in “The National Post” where he described the SNC- Lavalin/Jodi Wilson Raybould affair as a minor side show that obscured the larger, more significant issue of the inappropriateness of Ms. Wilson-Rabould’s appointment as Attorney General and her abuse of that role pursuing positions that are not in the best interests of the 98% of the Canadian population who are non natives. He said what I believe many Canadians feel but are afraid to express for fear of being labelled as racists.
Government’s of all political parties have too often sacrificed the interests of non native Canadians on the altar of political correctness as they sought, and continue to seek, to atone for the alleged sins of European settlers in Canada. In the process decisions have been made that limit economic development that would benefit all Canadians, and that foster attitudes of dependency by the descendants of native Canadians who, by the way, are themselves immigrants, having come to what is now Canada most likely from Siberia.
There is a ritual now repeated from coast to coast to coast that exemplifies this behaviour and, while meaning to be symbolic, feeds a completely unrealistic expectation that somehow descendants of native Canadians are going to gain control and ownership of vast tracts of Canada including in its cities. That is the ceremony that, with irritating regularity, intrudes into most civic events and “acknowledges” they are taking place on “unceded native land”. And woe betide any organization or person that refuses to show obeisance to this mantra. When the Ontario Medical Association (representing doctors in Ontario) voted against beginning its General Council Meetings with such a mindlessly numbing ritual great criticism rained down upon it from the Mount Olympus of Canadian political correctess.
Although for most particpants in this ritual it seems harmless, even virtuous in some undefined way, implicit in those words is an acknowledgement of wrongdoing; an apology for existing; an expression of regret. Regret? Hello? Regret that European and Asian settlers occupied land that was at best sparsely populated and then by mostly nomadic peoples who had barely evolved beyond the stone age? Regret that non native Canadian pioneers then built one of the most prosperous, free and democratic countries ever to have existed? Regret that those same pioneers built an economic model that provides prosperity to vastly more of its citizens than most other countries do or ever have? Regret that, unlike its neighbours to the south, Canada borrowed some of the best social democratic ideas from western Europe providing a robust social safety net while continuing to strive for equality of opportunity for all its citizens? And while Canada is far from perfect, it continuously strives to be better; to embody and express the ideals of the Englightenment in ways that respond to the modern world. I don’t know about other Canadians, but I feel no such regret.
Of course the descendants of native Canadians have issues and the policies of successive Canadian governments have, sometimes disastrously, failed to address them adequately or suitably but to continue an approach that fosters an expectation of entitlement and dependency while ignoring the impact on the rest of the population is a recipe for failure because at some point the vast majority of Canadians are going to lose all sympathy and insist that their rights be priorized.
I don’t pretend to know exactly what the policies of government towards native Canadians should be. But I believe fervently they should be designed with the goal of fostering individuals capable of participating in all aspects of Canadian life as equals with the same opportunities and responsiblities as everyone else. Nothing more, nothing less.
And if some wish to live in the economic and social model of their ancestors that is fine but it shouldn’t be subsidized by the rest of Canadians. And it shouldn’t involve picking and choosing. So, if working a trap line and living off the land is the chosen life, so be it but don’t then expect automatic access to cable TV, running hot and cold water, electricity or whatever else the modern world provides.
My grandparents homesteaded in central Alberta at the very beginning of the 20th century. They spent their first Alberta winter in a shack made of two graneries pulled together by my grandfather with horses. It had a sod roof. That is where my father and his twin sister spent the first year of their lives. I don’t want to go back to that. But, if others wish to return to the lives of their grandparents or earlier ancestors, so be it. But then don’t complain that those lives don’t include the comforts of the modern world or that they should be provided and paid for by everyone else.
Oh, and don’t say you are the only legitimate occupants of this land, because you are not.
just sayin
G
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