Hey, Canada Day.
People always say their country is the best country in the world. Canadians, too.
But I don’t know if that is true. I haven’t been to every country in the world – and I don’t think there’s anyone else who has, either.
So we don’t know. Belize could be the best country in the world. Who knows.
Canada is a good country, but – like the others – imperfect. We pollute, we waste, we do bad things. We have children living in the streets, we have children who go to bed hungry.
Our ongoing indifference to those who were here first is a disgrace. As Dad to a smart indigenous girl, I believe that we will never be great until we remedy that. We will never be a great country – or perhaps even a country – until we pay the debt we owe First Nations.
So, we are not great. We are okay. We are not bad. When we compare ourselves to the alternatives – like, say, America, which is anything but great, now, and for obvious reasons – we are better than those alternatives.
Mostly, we are a work in progress. We are on the way.
So, I will acknowledge this birthday, this anniversary, in the most Canadian of ways – half-heartedly. Fist up, halfway. Quietly.
We are not great. We are not perfect. But we are better than many of the alternatives.
Because we’ve been to a lot of the alternatives, and all of us keep coming back to this patch of rock and ice and dirt.
Happy you-know-what, eh.