An Angry Old Man Hates Democracy

Jean Swanson and I went to Victoria on February 23/02 {thanks to busses supplied by the B.C. Federation of Labour}, to attend the huge rally to protest Gordon Campbell’s vicious cuts to social programs, labour standards, environmental laws, and government services.  About 25,000 citizens were there.  It was an inspiring and peaceful rally – one more step in the long fight to stop the big business fanatics who want to serve up B.C. citizens and resources on a platter to international corporate and investment powers.

During the rally Jean and I went for a walk on the streets close to the Parliament Buildings to stretch our legs.  We saw a man in his seventies walking towards us.  He had a slight limp, and he used a cane to steady himself.  He had a round, flushed face and a handlebar mustache.  He wore a jaunty brown fedora and an expensive, brown camel hair coat.  He was obviously very angry, and smoke appeared to be hissing out of his ears.  His eyes flashed like a prairie thunderstorm.

“Thousands of socialists are ruining the lawn,” he snarled.  (the lawn in front of the Parliament Buildings)

“And a handful of capitalists are ruining the province,” Jean replied, as fast as an Ali left jab.

“Canada is a capitalist country,” he said.  “You only get what you work for.”

“Canada is supposed to be a democracy,” I said.

“Democracy is a joke,” the old man said, and he walked on, muttering to himself.

Why did he call democracy a joke, I wondered.  What did he mean when he said that Canada was a capitalist country?  Capitalism is about accumulation.  It is about buying cheap and selling dear.  It is about maximum profit.  The old man holds the value of making money above all other values, and he thinks Canada, also, should hold the value of making money above all other values.  That’s why he called Canada a capitalist country.  Democracy, on the other hand, is about equality, citizen participation, and human rights.  Democracy and capitalism have never gotten along.  They hold different visions about what it means to be a human being, and how a human being should live.

The old capitalist who called democracy a joke reminded me of Scrooge in Charles Dickens’ story called A Christmas Carol.  Scrooge said, “Humbug” when his nephew wished him a Merry Christmas.  What did Scrooge mean by that?  He meant that the value of making money was the only legitimate value, and the values of Christianity, and the other great religions of the world, were just so much “Humbug”.

Michael Walker of the Fraser Institute wrote an article in the Toronto Star (Dec. 24/92) entitled “Dickens was wrong; miserly Scrooge was a hero.”  In it Walker took the same position as the old capitalist we met on the streets of Victoria.  Making money is the only legitimate value.  Scrooge is a hero according to Michael Walker of the Fraser Institute, and this neoliberal propaganda tank is a major influence on the corporate elite that controls the B.C. provincial Liberal Party.

The narrow, self-centred, acquisitive values of unrestrained corporate capitalism lead to a world where,

“Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.”

(King Lear, by Shakespeare, Act 4, Scene 2)

We have some very dangerous, violent people in charge of our province right now.  They have a monetary vision of the world that is quite different from the democratic vision of most ordinary Canadians.

~ Sandy Cameron

Why I Write

Marvin Gaye made
an important record
in the 1970’s called
“What’s Going On?”
I write to figure out
what’s going on.

The hopes for which
ordinary men and women
fought for,
and sometimes died for,
in the Second World War
have been betrayed
by the business elite
that has taken over
our province and
our country.
I write to expose this betrayal.

I write to reject their definition
of who I am
to find my voice
to share my story
in the community of
those who are
making new roads
drawing new maps
building a home
where the bottom line
is justice.

I write to forgive,
to reconcile and to include,
as Robert Rich wrote
in his story
“Somewhere, My Love” (1)
in which he turns back
to hold the hand
of a dying person.
There is more truth in
Robert’s story than
in all the weapons
of mass destruction
owned by the American Empire,
in all the spin-doctoring
of politicians,
or in all the
high-tech expertise
of medical entrepreneurs.

Tell your stories, friends.
Give them away
where they are needed.
Our stories
are like water
in the desert,
like a map
that will bring us home.

~ Sandy Cameron

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(1) “Somewhere, My Love,” by Robert R. Rich, Carnegie Newsletter, July 1, 2002.

We Need a New Map

The map we inherited
isn’t any good.
The old roads mislead
and the landscape keeps changing.
People are confused
and drift from place to place,
clothes scorched by fire
eyes red with smoke.

The old map tells us
to look for gold
in the city,
so we go to the city
and find the garbage dump.
We need a new map
with new roads
and a new destination.

Some people fear a new map, and
they cling to the old one
like flies to fly paper.
But the old map leads to pepper spray
tear gas
gulags
and the end of the world.

I don’t have a new map,
so I write stories.
The stories draw lines
dig holes
and above all, remember.
“Let people know who we are;
tell them what happened to us,”
an old Mayan woman
in Guatemala said. (1)
“I seem not to speak
the official language, “ the poet
Adrianne Rich said, so
she created an unofficial language,
the language of the heart.

Drawing a new map
is like singing.
Voicehandler asked Loon
why she talked so much
and Loon replied,
“Well, Sir, I’m not just talking
to my own ears.
The spirit-beings tell me
they have no place to live.
That’s the reason I keep talking.” (2)
Loon sings the sacred
into the world
and creates a new map.

Sing your song, friend.
Tell your story.
The map we inherited
isn’t any good.
The old roads mislead.
We need a new map.

~ Sandy Cameron

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(1)   A Beauty That Hurts—Life and Death in Guatemala, by George Lovell, Between The Lines, 2000.

(2)  A Story as Sharp as a Knife—The Classical Haida Mythtellers and Their World, by Robert Bringhurst, Douglas and MacIntyre, 1999.