“Me and my friends, we get it! Quebecers hate us! That’s why they all voted for Legault outside of Montreal! No sooner had my student, an immigrant, set foot in the school than she threw this heartbreaking sentence at us.
“Quebecers hate us! »
We are in Montreal, in one of the most multi-ethnic schools in the province. I would venture to say one of the most multi-ethnic schools in the world that I wouldn’t be wrong.
Since the pandemic, young people, especially teenagers, obviously do not carry the representatives of the Coalition avenir Québec (CAQ) in their hearts. Their youth split in two is a scar that will have to be taken into account in the years to come. Young people in the regions have suffered, and those in the metropolis have suffered from multiple angles, confined to cramped apartments. Those of immigrant origin found themselves in often untenable situations, frequently occupying the smallest of these dwellings.
However, until now, their ire was limited to the familiar faces responsible for their pain.
With the incendiary remarks of Prime Minister Legault and his corporal (I will not give him the title of lieutenant, he does not deserve it) Jean Boulet, this legitimate anger now risks turning towards all those who, in their eyes, refuse to recognize their value and their belonging to the Quebec nation.
Because it is not a question here of “controversial remarks”, as the too wise journalists call it, but a basely electoral gall which, like a flow of lava, came to split the social landscape of a horrible wall, came to divide our people between “us” and “them”, and separate them into two camps, namely the good flock and the ugly scoundrels. The Canadian against the Draveurs, question of not naming cities.
“Quebecers hate us! I hope it’s just a sentence thrown out with the excessiveness that we find among teenagers.
Teenagers who saw this cutesy blue wave as a tsunami that was going to sweep them away. Who fear being swept away, beyond our borders. We’re going to have to row hard to go against this current and reassure them.
I’m already dreading the next four years…