The Canadian government has recognized the difficult situation the Tibetan refugees are in and has permitted a number of them entry to Canada as sponsored refugees. This means that, unlike other immigrants who are ‘sponsored’ by the government and thus get support from it to help them settle, the sponsors of these Tibetan refugees are the ones responsible for all.
Now, don’t get me wrong – they sponsors are quite happy with that! And charity delivered directly from those who want to help to those who need the help is always kinder, more human-touch as well as more efficient than any help government would provide!
Yet, the more of us are helping, the more of us will feel great – and the more people will benefit, become happy Canadians, and lend a helping hand in their own turn. I know, because earlier in my life, when I first escaped the persecution in my native land, I was so grateful for all the help I received from individuals first in Austria, then in Canada that now I am doing well, it makes me very, very happy to lend a helping hand in my turn.
So, please, help if you can – you’ll feel better for it!
Update: For those for whom the above graphic does not show up (my apologies):
Come celebrate Tibetan New Year
February 21st, 2014, 6:30 – 9:30 pm
First Unitarian Congregation, 30 Cleary Ave., Ottawa
Suggested minimum donation is $30.00
RSVP Jose 613-263-2388, email@example.com
Today marks a bittersweet day.
10th of December, 1980, at the age of 13, I arrived in Canada to start my new life!
While in the refugee camp, I did a little bit of looking after some sheep on a hobby farm. Through an unbelievable coincidence, the owner of the farm had a son who had the male version of my name – and who was born on the very same day I was (day and year). SO, he took a bit of a shine to me. When I told him we got into Canada and would be leaving, he gave me parting gift – some Canadian cash!
Aside: he would occasionally give me presents of Austrian money for looking after his sheep and for helping his octagenarian mother (who was afraid of strangers, especially the emigrants, but seemed to suffer me OK) with whatever she needed – something I was happy to do, presents or not, as it gave me things to do…the boredom of endless waiting to learn your future can be deadly! From this money, I was able to save up enough to buy winter boots for myself and my parents: something I was very, very proud of!
The journey was long and tiring – we were collected from the hostels in the foothills of the Alps where emigrant families had been stationed starting shortly after midnight and did not get into the main camp of Traiskirchen, just outside of Vienna, until well into the afternoon. (No, we were not hungry – we had boxed meals with us, just tired and excited.)
There, we were split up into empty beds in many large rooms of 30-or-so people. But, the residents whose numbers we were supplementing made it clear that we were disrupting their routine and were not welcome. It was also there that we were told the weight restrictions on our luggage, so we had to get rid of some of the few things we had carefully chosen to bring along to help us tart our new life. I had to give up the only book I had managed to hold on to till then (by Karl May) – perhaps this explains why now I collect books rather obsessively.
At 5 am or so the next morning, we got up and boarded the buses for the airport. It was very exciting! As I knew I had to leave the book behind, and since there were no lights out in my room, and since I was very, very excited, I calmed myself down by re-reading the book during that night. Well, most of it, anyway. It was a calming mechanism and saying good by to a book that had gotten me through difficult times in the past. (I credit this book with having made me so curious about Egyptian culture.)
Once at the airport, we saw the airplane on the tarmac. It stood there, all by itself, with stairs at the front, middle and back. When, after a few hours, the doors opened, releasing us emigrants onto the tarmac, people started sprinting towards that airplane!
And I started sprinting towards freedom with the rest of them!!!
I got in and saved 3 seats for me and my parents, we got settled, and that is all I remember of the flight. I have a vague recollection of my parents talking to some of the other people, but, after 2 nights of not sleeping, now that I was safely away from Europe, I relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
My dad woke me up as we were descending into Montreal. Disoriented by irregular sleep and time-zone-change, I had no idea what time of day or night it was – I just saw that it was dark outside. Once we landed, an announcement went out over the airplane that people who are to go to Toronto or Vancouver were to stay put, and only those going to Montreal and Ottawa are to de-plane.
It turned out that there were two families going to Montreal – and that we were the only family going to Ottawa! A full 737 – and everyone but our 3 families was going to Toronto or Vancouver. In retrospect, it was rather nice of them to have stopped in Montreal instead of making us go to Toronto and then backtrack.
Once on the ground, we were no longer emigrants – now we were immigrants! Oh, what a glorious difference!
At immigration at the Mirabel airport, the two families going to Montreal were me by their immigration officer. However, nobody knew anything about us. The kindly lady there offered to call the Ottawa office, and we waited a couple hours for a response. It turned out that they forgot about us. They asked if we had any money. My dad had some German Marks and my mom had some Austrian Shillings, so we said yes. They told us to use the money to buy a bus ticket to Ottawa and, by the time we got there, someone would be there at the bus station to pick us up.
We went to buy the bus ticket – the last bus for the night was leaving in 20 minutes, but they would only accept Canadian currency.
We went to the foreign exchange kiosk to get some Canadian money for the Marks or Shillings, but it was closed. A security guard told us we could try the one at the other end of the airport. So, suitcase and carry-on each (we did not know the trollies were OK to use for everyone), we rushed to the other side of the of the airport to get our money exchanged. That kiosk was also closed…and these were the only two currency exchange kiosks at the airport.
My parents were beginning to panic!!!
This is when I pulled my going-away present out and wondered if it would be enough! My parents were reluctant to use my money, but saw no other way out. It was just enough – we only got about $2.00 back in change.
So, off we were to Ottawa!
Everything looked so exotic and strange and, well, ‘wild west’! The houses did not even have stucco on the outside, exposed bricks showing! I’d never seen anything so exotic! In retrospect, it seems to me that some of the other passengers found my excitement, well, amusing…
When we finally pulled into the bus station in downtown Ottawa, it was well past 11 pm. A guy in a fancy-looking coat and an expensive scarf picked us up in his car, drove us to the Bytown Hotel in downtown Ottawa, booked us in on his personal credit card, gave us breakfast vouchers, and told us to report to the immigration office at 300 Laurier Street the next day.
Thus ended my first day in Canada!
This memory is sweet – but I cannot remember it without noting that 10th of December also marks the death of Aqsa Parvez in 2007.
Here was another young woman who, like I once was, had been filled with promise, with hopes of living the full life of a Canadian woman! Yet, she had the misfortune to come from a different immigrant background than I. My parents helped me become a true Canadian. Hers killed her for daring to try…
Aqsa Parvez – as long as I live, I will mourn you!
I have long held that it is simply wrong for people to have multiple citizenships and that we must put a stop to it.
In my never-humble-opinion, it is not possible for a person to be loyal to multiple countries. Sure, they may be allies now, or they may share a monarch at this time, but that does not mean they always will. If you don’t wish to pledge your loyalty exclusively Canada (and her queen), then we can do without you, thank you very much.
Canada is a great country and people from all around the world wish to move here. We should be able to select only those new immigrants who are willing to repay Canada by pledging their undivided loyalty to her!
And it does not matter what race or creed (or absence of creed) they are, as long as they are indeed willing to accept our secular laws as fully binding on them – and only if they are willing to be bound by our secular laws!
There are many Muslims who are fleeing from the political system known as Sharia: there is a big difference between Islam as a religion, and Sharia.
Sure, ‘Sharia’ is known as ‘Islamic law’ – but Sharia as such is a political and judicial system derived from Islam, the religion. And just as not all Christians are adherent to the Roman Catholic canonical interpretation of Christianity and would never wish for a return to the days when the Roman Church imposed its laws on all the poor souls trapped under its tyranny, so many Muslims do not wish to live under the yoke of Sharia. And just like we do not permit those who wish to return to the days of the Holy Inquisition to impose Christian laws on other Christians, we should not permit those who wish to live under Sharia to impose Sharia rules on other Muslims!
And one of the core tenets of Sharia is the complete rejection of secular laws in favour of forcibly imposing Sharia on all – Muslims and non-Muslims alike!
We do not permit religious laws to trump our secular laws – and we should not import immigrants who will not respect that – much less ones who openly promote the supremacy of religious laws over secular ones and intend to impose them on others.
Regardless of which religion those laws are derived from!
And, our law-enforcement agencies must not fail to protect anyone, regardless of race or creed or gender, from another person or group of persons who are breaking our secular laws. That is what rule-of-law and equality-before-the-law mean, and we must never forget it or violate these principles in the name of political correctness, for the fear of offending one special-interest group or another, or indeed in the name of ‘keeping peace’.
Because in the long term, the only peace that will be left if rule-of-law is not fully and equally implemented will be the ‘peace of oppression’.
Shafia: the name has now become known worldwide for the horrific murders of 4 of this family’s members by 3 other family members.
Yesterday, the jury returned a verdict over the father/husband, wife/co-wife, and brother/step-son of the victims: GUILTY!
Guilty of 4 counts of first degree murder!
And, while this is bound to be appealed (as such verdicts always are), it is a victory for Canada.
Yes, for Canada.
Because with this trial, we are beginning to shake the wool that has been pulled over our eyes by the social engineers who insist that we, Canadians, ought not to be treated as equals but that our rights and protections should depend solely on what special social collective we happen to be members of.
If you are unfamiliar with the back-story, here is an excellent write-up by Christie Blatchford in the Montreal Gazette:
‘“This verdict sends a very clear message about our Canadian values and the core principles in a free and democratic society that all Canadians enjoy, and even visitors to Canada enjoy,” Laarhuis said.
The “visitors” reference was a kind and graceful nod to Rona Amir Mohammad, Shafia’s unacknowledged other wife.
Unlike the rest of the sprawling clan, she was brought to Canada as a domestic servant and was on a visitor’s visa, its renewal held over her head like a axe ready to fall by her co-wife Yahya and [husband] Shafia.’
‘The parents were called in by school officials a number of times, but Yahya would weep, Shafia would rail furiously, and no action would be taken.
When the school called in child welfare, the same thing would happen: Denials, rage and tears from these affluent parents worked in this country. All their experience with institutional Canada gave them no reason to imagine that a small-city police force wouldn’t be similarly stymied.’
Sometimes, one has to wonder at the level of our ‘public debate’.
The latest example is the ship which had entered Canadian waters today, loaded with ‘Tamil political refugees’.
Some claim the boat is chock full of ‘human smugglers’ and Tamil Tigers – a terrorist organization which is best known for (among other things):
The ‘public debate’ is dominated by the questions of how to separate the ‘legitimate refugees’ from the terrorists hiding among them, how to treat them, what process to apply to them, and so on. This is all done among the warnings that several more ships are ready to set out. Whether they also head for Canada depending on how Canada treats this shipload….because Canada has a reputation as a naive pushover when it comes to aggressive immigrants.
The mainstream media is, rather predictably, not getting to the core of the issues – which pretty much ensures that the public remains ignorant of them, much less that they get discussed.
As it happens…
Until recently, my husband used to work with an excellent engineer who just happens to be a Tamil émigré.
Very intelligent, a competent and skilled engineer, with a six-figure salary.
Her husband also had an excellent job.
When their homeland on Sri Lanka was being torn apart by the ‘conflict’, they left, came to Canada and made a home here for themselves and their kids.
But, the conflict is over.
No, things are not ‘perfect’. Of course not. 25 years of bitter conflict, with hundreds of thousands of deaths on both sides, take a while to ‘work out’.
But, the time for fighting is over and the time for re-building has begun. And, many ‘regular’ Tamils who had been driven from their homeland are returning and starting the process of rebuilding everything, from the infrastructure and the economy to the social fabric of the country.
According to my hubby’s friend, ‘things’ are now ‘safe’ on Sri Lanka, even for ‘regular Tamils’. Safe enough for these two intelligent and practical people to bring their kids back ‘home’.
Which makes me wonder:
If ‘regular Tamils’ and their families are returning home to Sri Lanka, who are the people claiming to be refugees?
If Sri Lanka is now safe for ‘regular Tamils’, why is it not safe for the people on the MV Sun Sea?
If law-abiding citizens – Tamils or not – feel that Sri Lanka is safe for them, exactly whom is it NOT ‘safe’ for?
Could it, perhaps, be the people who were part of the Tamil Tiger terrorist network?
This would be in agreement with the warnings we have received that the boat is loaded with Tamil Tiger terrorists… Except that, instead of genuine ‘refugees infiltrated by some terrorists’ – as the boat’s passengers are being presented to us by the mainstream media, the whole boat is, perhaps, filled with people who are ‘refugees’ because they (and their kids) are escaping justice for their terrorist activities?
I don’t know. But, if Sri Lanka is now so safe, pragmatic Tamils (and engineers do tend to be pragmatic) are returning there from Canada because the situation there is now ‘safe for regular Tamils’, I don’t know what other conclusion to reach. At least, not logically….
Which brings me to my second point.
I am an immigrant to Canada. Before I came here, I was a refugee – a genuine refugee – and was granted a political asylum in Austria. So, I do know a little bit about the international laws that govern that whole pesky ‘refugee’ thingy… both in theory and from practical experience.
The thing is – international law has very specific laws governing refugees.
There are several kinds of refugees: coming from a country which is now peaceful (no civil war or conflict), which has not experienced any natural disasters lately, one where the economy has not collapsed, the only kind of refugees the international laws recognize are ‘political refugees’.
There are specific protections for political refugees under international law – for obvious reasons. However, there are also some very strict rules political refugees have to obey in order to earn those legal protections and enjoy the status of ‘political refugee’.
The number one rule – the one every country (other than Canada, to the best of my knowledge) – for ‘political refugees’ is that they MUST request political asylum in the nearest country where it is safe for them to do so.
The reasons for this are simple, yet important: countries in the region are better aware of the details of the internal political situation of the country the potential refugees are coming from. So, the understanding of the nuances of the local picture is much more likely – both because the closest ‘safe’ country’s government is likely keep abreast of the latest political developments in their area of the world and because it is bound to have ‘good assets’ on the ground to verify specific claims.
Plus, if there is a specific area of the world which is, over an extended period of time, seeing more political refugees than other parts, either UN-run or UN-supervised refugee camps can be set up there. I went through one of these: they are not necessarily more ‘comfortable’, but they certainly are much more efficient. They have channels set up to verify people’s identities, check their international criminal records, assess the veracity of their claims as well as the potential danger they are in.
Yes, the advent of the internet has made much of the checking easier, without the need for centralized facilities. But, some of the other ‘stuff’ is still best verified as locally as possible.
Which brings me back to the MV Sun Sea: Canada is not exactly the NEAREST safe country for Tamil refugees to seek shelter in!
Sri Lanka – formerly known as Ceylon – happens to be right next to the subcontinent of India. The same India which has been a strong supporter of the Tamils, sometimes even accused of being too supportive of them.
This ship has had to pass right by the – perhaps – safest, most supportive of the Tamil cause. Then it has had to pass by a whole slew of countries, navigate directly away from the democratic countries of Australia and New Zeland. Then it has had to traverse across the largest body of water on Earth, the Pacific Ocean, intentionally avoiding the US islands there….
…before making it to Canada!
That means that the boat (and the refugee-status seekers on it) have intentionally breeched international laws and bypassed many safe havens – just to get here.
This act, in itself, makes each and every passenger on the MV Sun Sea NOT ELIGIBLE to receive the status of ‘political refugee’, according to international laws. (Yes, I am not a lawyer – but, that is my best understanding of the laws.)
To sum things up: ‘regular Tamils’ are returning from countries like Canada to Sri Lanka, because the conflict is over and it is safe for those Tamils who were not terrorists to return ‘back home’ and begin rebuilding the society. And, the political asylum seekers on the MV Sun Sea have disqualified themselves from being eligible for that status under international law by not seeking asylum in the closest available safe haven to Sri Lanka.
Until these facts are highlighted and Canadians in general are made aware of them, we cannot even engage in any kind of a reasonable, informed debate as to the appropriateness of actions our government ought to take with respect to these asylum seekers….
What interesting times we live in!
Tonight, Lisa MacLeod – the newly named Finance critic in Tim Hudak’s shadow cabinet – hosted a meet-and-greet with Tim Hudak.
It was very lovely. Truly.
And while I spent most of my time talking with other attendees – especially with fellow immigrants to Canada – about our negative experiences with official Apartheid Multiculturalism policies (the latest honour dishonour killings made people – and not just us, immigrants – very, very angry), I did get to exchange a word or two with a few of the celebs there.
It’s been a very long day – and my stamina is still very low – so this will have to be a very brief post. Yet, these little bits are well worth mentioning!
Mr. Pierre Poilievre was there and we exchanged a few words about the latest lawfare suit launched by one of ‘The Sock Puppets’ against Ezra Levant. (Aside: Wednesday, July 29th 2009, there will be an online fundraiser for Mr.Levant’s defense fund at Mark Steyn’s online store . He is fighting this battle for all of us! Thanks to BCF and 5’ofF for the tip!)
Then, I had a little chat with Lisa MacLeod, my host. She was, well, to put it mildly, not impressed with what I have written about her in the past. I can’t say I’m surprised, or that I blame her! What can I say – she makes very lousy 1st impressions…which I did mention, unless I am much mistaken…
I must say that her reaction surprised me a little. I was expecting her to be most upset by my criticism of her conduct as a politician…which we went into, very briefly. Yes, the tention in the air was, as they say, palpable.
Still, it was my criticism of her parenting that really, really upset her. I must admit, I was not willing to back down – I write what I see, as I see it; no more, no less and I asked her if what I wrote was incorrect. This seemed to upset Ms. MacLeod: the anger seemed to dissipate and be replaced by a different kind of ‘upset’. That is good: it showed me that beneath the ‘thick-skinned politician’ veneer (which I was so turned off by), there may be a truly genuine person who cares about the important things in life!
At this point, Ms. MacLeod excused herself and went to watch her daughter play at the nearby playstructure.
Now, I am thinking that I may have been too quick to judge her: that I fell for the image she tries to project (not one I would advise projecting) and failed to see the person behind it. If she convinces me I was wrong about her, I’ll write about it.
IF she convinces me!
In today’s National Post, John Ivison has an interesting piece of information:
It’s well known that the president of the Canadian Arab Federation recently called Jason Kenney, the Minister of Immigration, a “professional whore” for supporting Israel and criticizing the presence of Hamas and Hezbollah flags at a recent protest, prompting Mr. Kenney to say he would review the CAF’s federal funding.
But it is less well known that Mr. Mouammar spent the 11 years prior to February, 2005, sitting as a member of the Immigration and Refugee Board, deciding whether refugee claimants from such North African countries as Morocco, Egypt, Algeria and Somalia should be allowed to stay in Canada.
Is this true?
If so, we are in deeper trouble than we realized. I’d like to write more right now, but – I am speechless!!!
(P.S. – ‘Islamist’ does not equal ‘Muslim’. Mr. Mouammar may be an ‘Orthodox Christian’, yet he supports and actively works to promote the interests of militant, political interpretation of Islam: that makes him an Islamist.)