Everyone I’ve met for the past week has been kind, helpful and, as usual, gracious and tolerant — even after I confess where I’m from
A commentary by a freelance writer and resident of Sedona, Arizona.
Like the proverbial penny, I have returned to Vancouver Island for my annual summer retreat. While I live in Arizona most of the time, my heart’s home is in spectacular British Columbia. Were it possible, I’d be here year round. But something feels different to me this year. The change is in me, not with my beloved Canada — and the reason lies with America.
My Vancouver Island friends know well that my political leaning is light years from Donald Trump’s, and they have assured me that Canadians understand not all Americans agree with his policies and divisiveness, nor his ego, bluster and threats. Nevertheless, I was not convinced that I would be welcomed as warmly as in previous years, so I planned this year’s travel with some trepidation.
I should not have worried. Everyone I’ve met for the past week has been kind, helpful and, as usual, gracious and tolerant, even after I confess where I’m from. Truth be told, it’s refreshing to begin a conversation with an average Canadian about the dismal state of affairs in America’s new regime. So far, I haven’t found a single person who doesn’t agree with me.
This is the first year I have not driven my car across the border. Although I joked about not rolling into Canada with a licence plate that shrieked United States, I’m happily now driving a rented car sporting a Beautiful British Columbia tag.
And yet, the lingering American epithet preyed on me, so I was sure to bring my two Canada T-shirts, a Canadian sweatshirt, maple-leaf earrings and a Calgary jacket with me — just to be on the safe side. I will celebrate Canada Day with pomp and enthusiasm, as I do every year here, with a dear friend and her wonderful family.
My hat is off to you, Canada. You’ve been America’s best friend, ally, partner and the world’s greatest neighbour for over 200 years. Together, we’ve won wars and deposed tyrants. You’ve come to our aid in times of calamity from fires, floods and hurricanes. Next year will mark 25 years since 9/11, and every American should be reminded how you opened your doors and your hearts to us in our extreme hour of need. With our current administration, though, I doubt any mention of this will be made.
I would not blame you if you closed your door to us now. But you haven’t, and I thank you for being as welcoming as ever. Thank you for not thinking all Americans are ungrateful, arrogant, egotistical, white supremacists.
It’s in your nature to refute stereotyping, but this quality is not everyone’s attribute. Stereotypes dissolve when we travel, shattering preconceived descriptions when we meet others. I’ve learned that not all of Italy’s wines are great and that many of the English are far from stuffy and reserved. Most New Yorkers are downright delightful, not every Frenchman is a great lover and the vast majority of Chinese are excellent drivers.
Even Canada, lovely as it is, isn’t without the occasional anomaly. While Canadians are famous for their politeness and decorum, my run-in with a less-than-honest car dealer’s service department last year proved that every nation has exceptions.
But I thank you, Canada, for not judging all Americans by the actions of a few. This summer, like all the others, I am reminded why I love it here. It is because of your kindness, your humour and your acceptance that I savour my days on the Island. Of course, your perfect summer weather, your breathtaking scenery, hiking trails — and reruns of the brilliantCorner Gas(my favourite show) — only add to my adoration.
I cannot imagine how you feel about America’s current political insanity, but I extend my heartfelt gratitude for your empathy as we grapple with it.
Canada, you make it easy for me to stay in love with you.