Oh, Canada!!
Even before I begin, I feel that I must clarify my position. Having been born and raised in Saskatchewan, known to some as the bread basket of Canada, or to others as the gap between Alberta and Manitoba, I do hold a sense of pride in traveling on a Canadian passport. I do love my country, and, when I return in a couple of week's time for a visit, I plan to soak up all that I can of my great nation. However, I -- unlike most of the people in China -- am willing to take a critical view of my mother country and the problems that it creates for itself. The point of this particular post is not to slag my country, though, but to point out our deficiencies on the international level.
We, as Canadians, consider ourselves among -- if not the -- most tolerant people in the world, accepting all races, religions and lifestyles in the world into our fold. This attitude has given us a special place on the world stage as a country that doesn't move to offend very quickly, and, generally speaking, gives us a good reputation to travel on. Tell anyone in China that you are 加拿大人, (Jianada ren, or a Canadian person) it is usually greeted with a smile and the obligatory 'do you know that 大山 (Da Shan, or China Central Television celebrity Mark Rowswell) is Canadian' reference. I truly do enjoy that fact. It gives me a sense of pride in my country, and makes me feel welcome as a visitor in this country. However, more and more I'm beginning to become disheartened with our official face in this country, and the way our anointed representatives treat our own.
Under the Liberal majority government a few years ago, Canada had a pretty good relationship with China. Trade was strong, and there were very few disputes (minus the Lai Changxing case) to speak of. However, once the conservatives took over, the relationship with China began to frost over. Increased attachment with the United States on policy issues and a general increase in the hawkishness of the Conservative elements of the Canadian government toward China has made things a bit more chilly. In the not-too-distant past, when Canada's minister of International Trade and the Minister and Minister for the Pacific Gateway and the Vancouver-Whistler Olympics, David Emerson, led a trade delegation to China, Mr. Emerson could not make himself available to do a 10 minute interview to China's main English language radio station. Instead, his Parliamentary Secretary was thrust upon me to chat about the relationship Canada and China possess, which, to be quite honest, was a pretty pathetic interview. But that is what I am not particularly bitter about. In this stage of the game, to be quite frank, Canadian politicians are pretty low players on the international level.
That said, this is not a rant about Canada's political attachment -- or lack thereof -- with China. This is meant more to be an assessment of Canada's bureaucratic system, which is represented in this country by it's embassy in Beijing. Since my arrival in Beijing, I have heard nothing but horror stories coming out from the embassy. I had generally dismissed them as random complaints by uptight Canucks who, if you rammed a piece of coal up their ass, in a couple of weeks, would crap you out a diamond. However, recent experiences and information have led me to rethink this previous conjecture.
Most recently I've had three Canadian friends get married to Chinese brides. Each and every one of them has danced on the head of a pin, never really knowing whether or not their individual brides were going to be able to travel to Canada. At first blush, you would suspect that the Chinese government might be the problem in this equation. However, it is the Canadian embassy that was cause for concern. One of my cohorts' wives was even rejected the first time, only to be accepted two weeks later! This, from a country that prides itself on being accepting of all, and will bend over backwards and take it up the tailpipe when it comes to refugees. On top of this, two of my friends have also done work for the Canadian embassy and their social functions. Both have described said parties as lackluster and -- in the words of one friend -- 'a pathetic f*&%ing joke.' Of course, this is all second hand information and, as such, would be wrong of me to write about in detail, as I could not correctly convey the particulars of every instance in a journalistic fashion. However, this past weekend your dear narrator had his first encounter with the embassy that confirmed the need to invoke a Susan Powter-like program inside the bowls of said 大使馆 (Dashiguan, or embassy in Chinese).
Canada's national sport is Lacrosse. Whatever. Saskatchewan's provincial flower is the Tiger Lily. That's all fine and good, but in reality, no one gives a tinkers damn about either! In Saskatchewan, the only thing that people really care about that grows from the ground is wheat, barley, oats and all the other crap that you can make a buck on. And in Canada, the only sport that really garners our attention is hockey! So when given the opportunity to actually take part in our glorious game (and yes, I am officially calling hockey 'ours') one can't help but jump at the chance. Being that it's summer, and the ice rinks in Beijing are way too damn far away (and I don't have my hockey equipment here), street hockey is the only available outlet for those of us in China who grew up wearing toques! As it happens, through the generosity of many a Canadian expat before us, we just happen to be endowed here in Beijing with a full regalia of street hockey gear, including sticks, nets and two full sets of goalie gear. Not a bad little collection if I do say so myself! And, up until this past weekend, the Canadian embassy was home to said gear, and would tuck it away in a storage shed inside the compound after each session. However, unbeknownst to us, this was all about to change. Through forces that are still unable to be understood, Canada's representation in China has since decided that it is too difficult a burden to store two bags of hockey gear to give their fellow Canadians a bit of a taste of home! The ridiculous nature of the arguments the guard gave were astounding. Apparently, the chief complaint is that the equipment takes up too much space in the maintenance locker. Perhaps the removal of the dozen or so discarded bicycles would be in order. Even the clean up and organization of Mao's people's preferred form of transportation would clear up more than enough room for the equipment for Canada's game. However, as the security guard put it when this theory was suggested to him -- quote -- 'This is China.' So, because 'This is China,' we Canadians are being distanced even further from the game we love, and, in my estimation, being distanced from the country we love as well.
The good news is that the equipment lives on in a different venue. The bad news is that my distain for the Canadian embassy lives on as well.
