Saturday, June 28, 2014

Say "I Love You" as much as you can...

Good morning...

I was planning on writing a blog about bullying this weekend... I was bullied a lot as a kid, I never quite fit in and thought that there might be people who would relate. But I can't. My mind is only focusing on one thing right now.

My grandmother passed away...

Friday June 27, 2014 at 7:30pm EST my grandmother's heart gave up, and she left this world. She is no longer suffering, as these past six months she was in and out of the hospital. Those of you reading this who know me, know I don't like to talk about these kinds of things much... Some of you may be surprised to know this was going on.

My grandmother was an amazing woman... All grandmothers tend to be... I loved and continue to love her so much! She could laugh... I could make that woman's belly jiggle when she laughed! Hahahah! It was like watching Mrs Clause actually! All jolly and happy! She was a very sassy giving woman with a sharp tongue and a warm heart. I am blessed to have been able to pass these 15 years living in the same country as her.

I came back to Montreal to study in 2000 and it is with my grandmother that I stayed until I got my bearings in check and moved out on my own. She didn't have much, but what she had she would always give. I remember one time we had a conversation and she said to me "Kym, if I have to put my 3 children, their husbands and their children in my house and we're all living one on top of the other, I am fine with that..."

She taught me so much, some of the lessons I kept and some of them, well... You know how Calculus doesn't apply to certain people... Heheheh! But I kept more than I left.

She was a proud woman.

Always loving her children.

Always giving as much as she could.

I love her...

I miss her...

So as I sit here in front of this machine, sending my thoughts and emotions out into the world for you to read, remember this one thing in your life:

Say "I Love You" as much as you can...




Thank you for reading
See you on the other side
--
Kym Dominique-Ferguson
The Jamhaitianadian

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Love Affair with the Kitchen... A Jamhaitianadian Tale

Once upon a time...


I think this is a fitting opening to stories, don't you? Once... Upon... A... Time... this is a universal setup, at least in my day and before, that a story a brobdingnagian proportions was about to take place! Once upon a time means that there will be intrigue, suspense, romance, sadness, triumph or loss! But there will always be a beginning, middle and end! Followed by a feeling of having learned something, though as a kid, you're not ALWAYS sure what, but those rascally adults knew what they were up to!

We shall start with an image a friend of mine posted on Facebook once... This man, felt SO passionately about the situation that he ACTUALLY used some form of graphic designing program or app to create this PERSONALLY for me.

Honestly... The friends I have eh? But really you know what he was saying right? "Mi waant some of yuh food brejin! It suh pretty innuh! Come nuh man! Stop postin' up pictchas and invite mi fi dinnah, sumpin man!"

I was flattered. No one had ever created a meme, I felt like this guy at 1m52secs talking about "Orange peanut! For me? Wow!" Except orange peanut would be substituted for a meme. HA! It was a good one!

Shout outs to Tristan D. Lalla Actor, Writer, Performer extraordinaire for this image! Needless to say this man has been WAY too busy to actually accept any of my invites what with being in movies, and plays all over tha damn world and all! ; ) Either way! I continued cooking and got better at it...

The Love Affair...


See, since I grew up in a single parent household, I had to learn my own way or starvation while parents were away throughout a day was imminent! Since I was about six years old the kitchen was a place I was pretty familiar with. My mom would have tears rolling down her eyes while preparing our spaghetti and meatballs, and I asked her "Why are you crying?" and she said "Non bébé, it's because of the onions..." and that was the first time I found out onions could make you cry.

She would go on to show me how to tell when spaghetti was ready... Heheheh! By throwing it on the wall! If it didn't stick, it wasn't ready! Needless to say! Over the years there was a lot of squiggly marks on my walls until I became a teen and that wasn't an acceptable way of verifying the Al Denteness of the pasta.

Dad would use Grace or Eve...
Mmmm! So tasty!
When I lived with my father in Jamaica, his specialité was corned beef, with mashed potatoes, and usually some tin corn.... Mmmm mmmm mmm!!! Finger lickin' good! He always did something a little different to it that made it taste just lip-smacking good! However, my pops is a believer of "You eat to live, you don't live to eat!" He's kind of like Morpheus up top there ^^^heheheh! But as time progressed he finally confessed to me that my meals look delicious... They always come around some day!

Haitian Style Accras... Mine never came out this pretty

In Haiti, I was exposed to some of the most out of the box dishes I had EVER seen! I mean, Jamaica had it's ackee and salt-fish which is extremely unique to Jamaica. Never seen ackee made in any other way except with salt-fish and sometimes people throw some bacon in there too. But in Haiti there was spaghetti and red herring for breakfast??? Maïs moulin ak Pwa???? They always had the tastiest fritter looking appetizers... Accras??? Oh lawdddd! Ou konnen déjà!

No word of a lie: It was a true tastebud heaven, in it's own right.

In my families, at least for me, there was no growing up with a mentality of: "I want to find a woman that's going to cook for me, clean for me, I'll keep her barefoot and pregnant." No. Growing up I felt like knowing how to cook  was essential for my survival. My next door neighbour is the same way, whenever we got together there was almost always some kind of cooking going on.  We, as guys, were rarely if ever shooed out of the kitchen. On the contrary, we were encouraged to make our own food and sometimes, I was the one who would make dinner for my dad and stepmom in the evening. The tendency was to get creative with it... Using pita bread and ketchup to make pizzas... Jah know we used any kind of bread product and made pizzas...

HAHA! I remember one time, my folks went to visit our neighbour and told me they would be back for dinner. So I decided to make them dinner, my "specialty" at the time was spaghetti and sauce. Nothing too complex, but you know, it was important to me. They reached home late! Oh the nerve of them! Hahahaha! I just remember being upset that I had done all that work and the food was cold! Hmph!

At one point in time becoming a chef was some thing that really interested me. It didn't quite turn out that way, but every once in awhile I still dream about it.

Then when I left the nest and came to Canada, I got even more creative with meals. Taking leftover whole chicken piece and stirring them into a spicy mix with mustard, pepper, and a variety of spices, thyme, black pepper, hot pepper, etc to a beautiful leftover-makeover dinner!

Eventually I became acquainted with Gordon Ramsay's Hell's Kitchen, followed by Kitchen Nightmare's. But those were his glamorized shows for the American public that loves drama for yo' mama for nothing. Many people I knew had a distaste for him. Thing is, you need to watch his real shows like the F word, or my most recent favorite Gordon Ramsay's Home Cooking. I would sit, watch and copy paste to my kitchen

My roots though, have always been in Caribbean cuisine. I find some of the recipes from back home the most difficult to reproduce. Especially some of the haitian dishes. The accras are particularly tricky for me. Really gotta know what you're doing, and how it's done to get it just right.

People who frown on cooking don't understand this is the most common fusion of art and science. Probably the first form of science that man ever knew. It's just that you don't need to be a scientist to understand what tastes good and what tastes like crap.


You really need a functioning, and hopefully sensitive, palate. A good eye. And most assuredly, a proper sense of smell. Those are paramount in the beginning of good cooking! Also, trial and error. Failing in the kitchen was a natural part of my cooking. My first time making pancakes from scratch I stubbornly used baking soda instead of baking powder... BLECH! I got confused between the two... Brrr! Never again though!

I love making good food, I can't tell you the number of times I've had friends over just because a large enough meal was being made. Nothing is better than when you get together over a delicious dish to chat and laugh, good times all around! That said, some people requested recipes of "mine" so I shall share a few of those, maybe save some for another "Love Affaire with the Kitchen" part deux...

Breakfast...

My parents in Jamaica didn't always look to make the traditional dishes. For a time, neither did I, but I honestly, ackee & saltfish could be one of the best breakfast dishes ever created.

Olive Omelette Taco:

As you can plainly see I conforming to traditions is not my forté. I make what I want when I want it, how I want it. If yuh nuh like it -- see di door deh!

3 - brown eggs
2 or 3 - leaves of Romaine lettuce
1 - handful cheese (whatever your preference)
½ - handful of olives (or more to your preference)
½ - handful of finely sliced onions
1 - tbsp of finely chopped scallions
2 - radishes
1 - large taco, preferably flavoured
1 - dash of oil
Black pepper
Italiano dressing
Garlic powder
Parsley


Always prep everything before you actually put the pots or pans on the fire. Things go much smoother and faster if you begin that way.

After washing the radishes, using a mandolin (I prefer this to a knife because it goes much faster, but I've already sliced my finger, so be careful) thinly slice and set them aside. Shred your lettuce as well.

Grater or crumble whatever cheese you decide to use.

With the exception of your oil, olives, onions and scallions beat your eggs then add the rest of the spices to it. Mix thoroughly.

Heat the oil in a non-stick frying pan on medium to medium-high heat on your stove.

Throw in your onions and scallion to cook down a little. When they've softened a little, pour in your eggs. Leave it open faced and lower the heat slightly. When it is about half-way dried on the surface, sprinkle your handful of olive on one side and delicately fold over one side of the omelette. Take it off the fire and set aside. It will continue to cook as it cools.

Set up your taco with the lettuce and radishes on one side, and then place your omelette on the other side. Sprinkle a little (or a lot) of your cheese to your taste. Fold over.

CHOW DOWN!

It may serve two people if you cut it in half - BON APPETIT!

Lunch...

I have taken to preparing my lunches in batches lately... It is not always easy when you're on the go, but it saves on money and time. Especially when you are one of those people who leaves home early and reaches back late. Eating too late in the evening, really isn't good for your system. So here's my recipe for Burittos!

Burritos:

1 - can black beans
2 - ripe avocados
1 - can chick peas
1 - cup brown basmati or jasmine rice
8 - Tortilla wraps preferably assorted flavors
½ - red onion (sliced thinly) 
3 - scallions (sliced thinly)
2 - cloves red garlic (chopped)
1 - lime or lemon
2 - tbsp tahini (sesame seed butter)
Black pepper
Italiano dressing
Garlic powder
Parsley
Crushed red pepper

And also: Tristan Lalla's gramma's Trini-Peppa! (My favorite ingredient... I ran out soon after this recipe though. HA! The irony!)

This will make anywhere between 6 and 8 burritos depending on how precisely you measure your servings for each one. 

Heat a non-stick deep frying pan on medium heat. Pour the contents of your can of black beans and bring to the boil. Add your ingredients (except your lime, and chick peas) and stir every so often, so that the bottom doesn't burn, when the smell gets your tastebuds salivating, and most of the liquid has evaporated turn down the WHAT! Bahahahaha! Sorry! I couldn't help myself! Turn down your heat and let it simmer uncovered. 

Put the chick peas, tahini, some of your garlic, black pepper, and parley into a bowl (or food processor if you got one) and pulverize it all into a smoothe hummus! Yummmmm! Slice your avocado in half, remove your pit, then slice it thinly. In the meantime, boil your rice. Follow the instructions on your package, it usually takes 15-20minutes for the rice to cook, the put it on low to allow any remaining water to dry up.

When your mixture on the stove is a nice thick consistency, put your taco on a plate. Start with some hummus, 3-4 slices of avocado, a nice layer of your beans, then your brown rice on top. Ideally you want your taco to be a little rectangle. 

Approximately 5in x 1.5-2in. Wrap your taco tightly and repeat until you run out of tacos, or all your mixture is done. Use wax paper to wrap each taco individually, then place in ziploc bags to preserve the moisture. You'll probably have to experiment with the wrapping to get it right. How I did it in the photo (below right) is good if you want to have it with an open top.

   


Put them in some tupperware and store them in the fridge if you plan to eat all of them in the short term (or you got a big family), or in the fridge for long term storage. Take em out and put them in the fridge the night before you plan on eating. 

Dinner!

The last and final dish! Mmmmm! I shall share with you one of my favourites!

Jerk Salmon with homemade potato chips & salad!

2 - lbs Atlantic salmon (6-8 pieces and scaled)
2 or 3 - large potatoes, washed with the skin on
1 - apple
1 - avocado
1 - handful of baby carrots
1 - handful of grapes
1 - lime
Vegetable oil
WalkersWood Jerk Seasoning*
Black pepper
Italiano dressing
Garlic powder
Parsley
Crushed red pepper
Balsamic vinegar
Soya sauce (low sodium)

*Note: The WWJS is more expensive, but I find that the quality of the seasoning is much better, plus a little goes a long way with this dish. All the flavours I find are just right. 

I try and prepare my fish a day in advance for maximum flavouring of the jerk. Seasoning the fish actually begins the cooking process before you even light a fire, as weird as that may sound. It's the same concept as when you cure the fish with salt. Anyhow, not what we're here for. 

Season the jerk salmon with a 2 teaspoonfuls of jerk seasoning,  soya sauce, black pepper, italiano dressing, garlic powder, parsley and crushed red pepper. Mix it all up til the salmon it completely coated. Put in the fridge overnight or at least til you've finished prepping everything else. 

Using a spiral cutter slice your potatoes into chip-like pieces. Set them aside. These will cook very fast, so it's best to cook them closer to when the salmon is just about ready.

Chop up your apples into chunks with or without the skin, dice your avocados, slice your carrots lengthways into strips and half or quarter your grapes (red or green is fine). Coat in lime juice so your avocados and apples don't brown, be generous with it. Then pour on some italian dressing, and some balsamic vinegar and toss it gently without damaging the avocado until nicely coated. 


I like to use a grill-pan because it marks the salmon beautifully, but a regular frying pan will do. Heat it to medium heat and put about a tablespoon and a half of oil in the pan. When the oil is hot, skin side down, carefully place the salmon into the pan, away from you, so the oil doesn't splash on you. 

Let it cook for about 10-15 minutes or until it looks cook halfway through the flesh of the fish. Flip it over, and without moving it too much, another 10 minutes until it looks almost done. Heat the oven to about 350 F / 175 C and put the pan into the oven, set the oven to broil. Leave for about five minutes skin-side up, so the skin gets nice and crispy.

While the fish is cooking (preferably before you put it in the oven) begin frying your chips. You can also bake them but I have not yet done that successfully. But definitely opt for baking, its much healthier. Fry them til golden brown and place on a paper towel to get some of the oil out. When the oil has been drained, put them into a bowl and pour some ketchup, italiano dressing and garlic seasoning. Toss til coated. You can also have them without any seasoning, I just like the difference.

When cooked: Plate your food beautifully and serve! 


Wooh! This was a long ass blog! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know by hitting me up on Twitter or Instagram: @MrKDFerguson or find me on facebook! Share with your friends as well! And if you try any of these recipes (or a variation of it) send me your pictures! Have fun plating and being creative with your food!

Until next time: Bon Appetit! 

Thank you for reading
See you on the other side
--
Kym Dominique-Ferguson
The Jamhaitianadian


Sunday, June 15, 2014

Dating Single Moms: A Jamhaitianadian Tale

Dating Single Moms: A Jamhaitianadian Tale

Oh yes, you read it right the first time… But I am not only going to talk about my experience dating ladies who happen to be single moms, oh no… This is also about what I went through as a child of a divorced family. I just want to share in my experience and hopefully you can relate, or learn from it, or not. 

But if you're with me this far, let's get this road on the show!

Love - Marriage - Separation - Divorce

This seems to be the best place to start, the short story is that my parents met in the late 70's, I was born in 1980, they got married in '82 then separated by '85 / '86. I was with my mom during the separation, then in a mutually cordial agreement, I moved to Jamaica with my dad in 1988. At the time I didn't quite understand it, I was pretty much used to a nomadic lifestyle I had lived in Jamaica and Canada back and forth pretty much four or five times already. It was not until much later, in my teens to be precise, that it dawned on me what happened. 


My dad had me for the school year.

My mom had me during the major vacations, summer and christmas.

For the first few years…

But we'll get to that another time...

The New Person in Mom/Dad's life…

You know in the movies where they have the kid who's taking control of the divorced parent's life... Causing major trouble between the step-parent and the mother or father. Yeah, that wasn't what happened with my 'rents. I was their child in their life and was coming along for the ride! There was not going to be any "You shouldn't date her/him!" tantrums or anything of the sort. This might not work for everyone, but for me, it worked. In retrospect I really appreciate them doing that.

Life doesn't always go the way you want it. You don't always like the decisions that are made which end up affecting you significantly. But I'll tell you this, I wouldn't be the man I am today if they didn't make those decisions "on their own". Each life experience moulded me into the man I grew up to be.

I wasn't always the most accommodating kid, I did have my moments. However, in having conversations with my 'rents and looking at my flaws, and looking at other people... I really wasn't that bad.

How I ended up dating single moms...

You know, Sigmund Freud would have a field day with me sitting on his couch. He'd probably say I have the Oedipus Complex or something to that effect. Truth is, if you were to go back 10+ years I probably would have told you what most twenty-somethings would say: "I don't want no baby-mama/baby-daddy drama!" and the thought of being with a single-mom was something to run from like the plague! That was an immature, selfish, idiotic way of looking at things.

Truthfully? I never really gave it any thought. The first time I meet a woman, and I'm interested... I mean REALLY interested: nothing else matters. So when the conversation comes up, if I'm already interested, it just becomes a matter of happenstance. That is not a deterrent for me at all.

Dating single moms...

I am not going to get into details about my life, that is between me and them... What I will do is list out some Dos and Don'ts that I found in my time having friends who are single-moms and actually dating single-moms.

NOTE: These are my opinions and my approaches. These are my thought processes. I have written this for entertainment purposes only. What you do with this information is your business. That said: Do not take them for scripture as I do hereby absolve myself of any responsibility should adverse events occur if you attempt to use this list in your relationship. 

HA! Also, these dos and don'ts were created with the assumption that the two people are generally a good persons with mild to moderate, yet manageable flaws. 

6 Dos & Don'ts when Dating a Single-Mom:


DO be upfront and honest with her about what you expect from the relationship. Chances are she doesn't have time for bull-crap à la Sweet Brown. Y'understand? If you want something meaningful and lengthy, be straight up about it. If you want a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am situation: Be Straight Up About it! She is human and has human needs just like you, sometimes even more-so than you do! You might like the answer, and you might not, but at least you've given her the choice to evaluate where you and her stand.

DON'T rush her. Depending on the stage she is at with her past relationship, with her kids, has she been dating? Are her kids aware? Are you the first potential step-parent? Etc Etc Etc... She is going to need time to adjust. Yes, you need to be clear about your objectives for the relationship, but she has soccer practice, ballet recitals, parent-teacher's conferences, play-dates, jiu-jitsu tournaments, and much more to shuffle around. Appreciate that this will take a lot more patience than with the average single and childless lady.

DO state clearly your hopes and expectations regarding children. Just because she already has kids, doesn't mean that she wants more. If you are like myself, and would love to have your own kids one day, you have to be straight up about it. Then you need to be ready to deal with the consequences of the answer. Tell yourself truthfully if this is a deal-breaker for you. What about if she wants more kids and you don't? You need to have that discussion. This should probably be number one on the list, but it stays here for now.

DON'T expect to be the centre of her world. This may be obvious to some, but it's easy to forget about this. You have the potential to be permanently in her life... Or nah! Her children... If she's a good mother... Share a bond with her you will not truly understand unless you have a child of your own. And even then it may still be difficult.

DO know that raising children is no easy task, and expect her to be a lioness when it comes to protecting her cubs. Meaning, even if her children do wrong, even if she complains about her children doing wrong, expect that if you say something to enhance that, she will become protective of her children. Whether its by nurture or nature this is one trait I have noticed in most mothers I know.

DON'T try and bribe her children. Kids are smart you know. They can see through all the bullshit and know if you are being true or not. Furthermore if they know that they can manipulate you into getting whatever they want out of you, they will. Worse if they realize that you're doing it in order to "get in good" with their mom.  Be yourself, the same person their mother is interested in. If they share any of their mother's instincts then eventually they will warm up to you... Or nah!

6 Dos and Don'ts for Single Moms:

DO be very clear on how you discipline your child, and what you expect of your partner. Every person has their own life experiences that denotes how they believe children should be raised. Not everyone is correct, but not everyone is wrong. If you have a particular way you expect your child to receive consequences for their actions, good or bad, your partner needs to know. Vice versa as well, your partner may be adverse to certain kinds of disciplining, so it's best for everyone to be prepared for the inevitable. Kids always test us, so it's going to happen, always be ready.


DON'T use your children as an excuse. If you know what you want from the person and they understands this, using your children as an excuse is not cool. Your children are a part of you, i.e. part of the package. If you no longer want a particular person in your life for whatever reason make sure you're clear on that.

DO
be upfront about your concerns in terms of child abuse. This is a conversation I have had many times with my friends and ladies in my life. The last thing you want in your life is a person who is abusive towards children. Abuse may be sexual, emotional, physical or mental. At the end of the day, a candid conversation needs to be had about this. There are tactful ways to get into this conversation without accusing a person, so my advice, be tactful, but be upfront.

DON'T keep your serious relationship a secret once you know its serious. Secrets. Lies. Deception. Always come back to bite you in the ass. Yes, be tactful about how you break it to your kids, but let's be serious. Can the relationship really get serious before your kids are introduced to the potential partner?

DO expect rebellion! It. Will. Happen! On top of everything else a kid has to go through: bullying in school, hormonal changes, studying, Facebook, Twitter, instagram, etc etc... Adding a brand new person in your life to the mix. Oh boy! It'll happen! One day this sentiment will come out of your child's mouth "You're not my mother/father!" Maybe not in those words exactly, but it'll be there. When it happens, you just gotta work through it if you really want the relationship.

DON'T let your ex control your relationship. Your ex is your ex for a reason! Their insecurities about you introducing someone new into your "half" of the family are their insecurities alone. There are people who can accept a new step-parent for their child, but in my experience, it is much harder for most people than for the few. You know yourself, and your choices are your own, you cannot let someone who is no longer in your life (by your choice or theirs) to come between you and your future happiness. Because that is really what this is about, you being happy with your choices. Once you're happy, then it trickles down to your kids and your partner.


There you have it. My opinions based on my experiences. Maybe you'll agree with me, maybe you won't either way: I'd appreciate your comments! If you've gotten this far and you haven't said "What a crock!" and as violently as you possibly can clicked on the X button to close this blog down, then share this with someone!

I appreciate you taking the time out of your day, and wish you the best!

I am on instagram and twitter: @MrKDFerguson follow me!

Thank you for reading
See you on the other side
--
Kym Dominique-Ferguson
The Jamhaitianadian


Saturday, June 7, 2014

An Open Letter to Whoopi Goldberg

An Open Letter to Whoopi Goldberg

Good morning Ms. Goldberg, 

In light of your recent statements on the View I do feel compelled to discuss it. Undeniably, I have always known that there is this view of Canadians as not being racist, every one of "them" being warm, open and loving of people. Heck! After watching "Bowling For Columbine" even I started believing that! When Mr. Michael Moore just walked up to a door and opened it, I thought to myself: "Wow! I didn't even know that and I live here!"

It was beautiful.

But that's only one side of the story...


I understand where you're coming from...

Tweet: @WhoopiGoldberg
At this point, I believe, that you Ms Goldberg, are coming from a position of ignorance. Where you don't really know the history of this country. I do agree with your tweet as well: "Nigger" did not live in Canada, the way it lives in the United States.

I deliberately said the United States, because geographically, Canada is in America. That said, there is this view that Canada has a bunch moose loving, maple syrup eating, fun loving people that couldn't possibly understand a five hundred year history of lynchings, racial segregation, the civil rights movement, and the list is interminable. It did not live the same way, and for that, I must say I am thankful.

However, the hatred, or rather fear of the Afrikan man, was still a sentiment shared by select (many or few) white "Canadians", but they were reluctant to be as vocal about it as their southern brothers and sisters.


Let's Look at History: 

Images from the Charter of Values
I currently live in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, and in the past year, you may have heard about this, there was a proposition for a Quebec Values Charter that was proposed by the first female prime minister of Quebec.

Primarily, it actually targeted muslim women who wear the hijab, working in government based organizations, i.e. hospitals, schools, day care, etc. If brought into effect, it would have forced many people to choose between their religion and their job, their culture or what puts food on the table, their right to represent themselves in a government that is "allegedly" among the most inclusive, so that people from their own cultural background can see a reflection of themselves. Isn't that a basic violation of human rights? Something that is fought for in nations far and wide?

The arguments about this have been numerous and lengthy, and this is just a small recent example.

The Underground Railroad... Is the highest point in United States history of slavery: It made Canada out to be the Land of the Free! Except that many of those slaves, though beyond the jurisdiction of their former slave owner's right to recapture them, exchanged one hatred for another.

Have you ever heard of Africville? It is... Oh my apologies: it WAS a community Bedford Basin in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. It's been razed to the ground, and was replaced by a dog park.


The eviction of the Black residents from Africville on the eve of the Civil Rights movement. Right on the cusp of it. As Black people in the United States were coming together in a big way, their cousins further north were being ripped from their very homes.

The segregation was the same. The hatred, the same. The systematic targeting of Black people because of an institutionalized fear of them, was exactly the same. This is just a minute part of the history of it here, in Canada. I can't attest for the word "Nigger" being used systematically the way it was in the U.S. but believe you me, it burns just as deeply here as it does in your country.

I'm not done yet...


Let's see more intersecting lines...

Did you know, that if it wasn't for Canada, to be specific: Montreal, Quebec, Canada, one of your greatest Black heroes would have never been born? Earl Little and Louise Norton met just around the corner from where I live right now. Their union, from having met at the Negro Community Centre of Montreal is why Malcolm X ever existed. Forget about the shoulda, coulda, wouldas, because that never baked bread, this happened. 

Marcus Mosiah Garvey visited Halifax and saw its hum of strength, but also recognized that the white Supremacist powers there had a stranglehold on Black people. Robert Nesta 'Bob' Marley would go on to write a song inspired by Garvey's speech. "Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds..." You know it? Don't you? 

Harriet Tubman... That's three now, three historical figures in Black U.S. history. Ms Tubman was the one who facilitated the movement of men and women looking for freedom to Canada. She went back, and forth for years, making Canada an intricate part of Slavery's history.


One that most white Canadians who know the history might come to say "Well look at us! We're the liberators of Black people!" patting themselves on the back. Black people freed Black people, not whites. Sure, white people helped. But Black people made the decision. When they came to Canada. A new history would be born, one with less racism than the U.S.

A close friend of mine, El Jones would be more than happy to discuss the level of racism that happens in this great country of ours. I have learned much from her and well, I believe you would learn from her too. 


In Conclusion...

  • Yes, I do agree that Canadians, specifically Black Canadians have not had the same life experience as Blacks in the United States.
  • Justin Bieber was a young fool for using the word nigger. When he said it, his experience with Black people's history must have been very limited.
  • White Canadians, specifically, do not have the same life experience and exposure to the history of Slavery that their brothers and sisters further south have. I don't believe that young white people, anywhere in the world, are as educated about Black history, as young black people are in the first place.
  • Ignorance does not excuse crass and disgusting behaviour. If the average parent catches a child cursing, the parent does not say "Oh, he/she is just a child, they don't know what they're saying..." They get disciplined and told never to say that word again, no matter where they heard them.

Also... for every Trayvon Martin we do have a Freddy Villanueva

And the tears are the same...

Thank you for reading, see you on the other side

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Kym Dominique-Ferguson
The Jamhaitianadian