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5:22pm

I want to add a tidbit excerpt from a post I made at DC about being Canadian in a thread about Racism:

Born Canadian, and still retaining my Canadian status for as long as this Earth exists, I have been called “Chink”, have been stated to “Not belong here” and to “go home to where I came from”. At age 8, I had some Caucasian teenager knee me in the groin just because I didn’t agree to what he said about me being Canadian. In fact, a Caucasian couple thought that my mom and I were catching frogs at their ditch so we can take them home and eat them, calling us uncivilized and terrible creatures. First and foremost, I had turtles at home and thought the frogs would be excellent companions for them. Second, I wouldn’t think of eating frogs.

Nowadays, I rarely experience racism, but I do hear a lot about First Nations’ comments by various Chinese immigrants – usually of fear and ignorance. It’s really unfortunate, because if you think about it, Chinese immigrants from building the railroad from Eastern Canada to Western Canada went through very similar treatment, and now these new immigrants are really just repeating the cycle again. [sigh]

I am Canadian, and that’s that. My Canadian beer is Kokanee, and though snow can be beautiful, I hate snow, but I hate rain even more. I don’t live in an igloo, but I’ve built one from sand before, and though we have a lot of salmon, I love tuna much more. 8]

And there you have it folks. Though my heart is in China, my spirit in Japan, the combined Leeman is Canadian. Sings: “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap). If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap). If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it. If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap clap).”

5:26pm

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