This is the story of a boy pampered, in the cradle, by the Canadian fairy. His father ? The founder of modern Canada. The name that appears on his baptismal certificate, Trudeau, is the one that best matches the ideological contours of the country. The offspring also easily speaks the two languages that have become, thanks to his father, official.
Bilingualism is so ingrained in him that, as a young adult, he most often spoke both languages in the same sentence, a feat. Above all, the one who approached adult life as a theater teacher would never have risen to his high office without the aura that surrounds his family name.
In short, Justin has, more than any other living Canadian, good reason to bless the country that saw his birth. I leave it to the successors of Sigmund Freud to explain by what obscure mechanism the blessed child of Canada dug into his psyche an identity void such that he drags the whole country into a historically unprecedented experience, in the hope, probably vain, to know fullness one day.
We had a first sign of the extent of the void during the interview he gave, at the height of his popularity after his election in 2015, in New York TimesMagazine. Asked to define the Canadian identity, he declared: “There is no fundamental identity, no predominant current in Canada. Only values that can be found in any advanced democratic society: “openness, respect, empathy, the will to work hard, to be present to each other, the quest for equality and justice. These qualities make us the first state
postnational. »
A country without a nation, therefore without a national narrative, heroes or major turning points to celebrate. Not sure that Pierre Elliott, who has devoted his life to building a modern, distinct and credible nation, would agree with the lightness displayed by his offspring.
On the eve of Canada’s National Day — another legacy of
Trudeau senior, the day having been little marked before his reign —,
Trudeau son revealed to us a little more, in 2017, about his state of lack of identity. He launched into an eloquent testimony about immigrants. “I believe that being able to choose, rather than being Canadian by default, is a wonderful affirmation of attachment to Canada. ” Not false. “Every time I meet people who made the deliberate choice, whose parents chose Canada, I get jealous. Here is the key extract: “You have chosen this country. It’s more your country than it is to others, because we take it for granted. »
A conceptual Rubicon is crossed here, in this hierarchy between newcomers and natives. In this universe, the migrant citizen is more Canadian than all those who welcome him and who have contributed, themselves and their ancestors, to building the country with such success and competence that it has become one of the most attractive in the world.
When we grasp the extent of the identity inversion at work in the mind of the head of government, everything becomes clear. Jealous of not having been born elsewhere, he has long wished to be the other, wearing the costumes and symbols of nations which themselves affirm their identities, histories and differences without complex. He would do it again if this obsession had not reached, during his trip to India, a paroxysm decried there as here.
During the Syrian crisis, his message on Twitter inviting all the refugees of the world to come and settle with us, provoking a wave of requests which gave rise to the absurd Roxham path, must be read not only as a gesture of empathy , but as an opportunity to seize the opportunity to bring in people who, since they choose us, are more Canadian than us. Its refusal, for five years, to take a simple administrative measure — the unilateral suspension of the agreement on safe third countries — which is nevertheless at its disposal, to put an end to the distressing spectacle of an uncontrolled border testifies to its satisfaction at having paved this way
quick.
To members of the Legault government who beg the federal big brother to give Quebec better control, at least linguistic, of immigration, Justin and his ministers have got into the habit of always answering beside the question. We can help Quebec to have more, they repeat, secretly hilarious. It must be understood that behind the contempt disguised as sarcasm hides a real conviction: having more immigrants is the only answer in store.
The last episode is obviously the Prime Minister’s adherence to the Pharaonic dream of increasing Canada from 38 to 100 million inhabitants by the end of the century, at the rate of half a million per year (for the moment ), not counting the temporary ones. Which should mechanically force Quebec to welcome 112,000 a year, under penalty of seeing its political weight vaporize in the
federation.
We must add to the jealousy of Justin Trudeau his work of undermining the identity foundations of the country. The accusatory charge deployed since his arrival embraces the entire Canadian narrative. From the genocidal founding father, John A. Macdonald, to the assertion that all of the country’s institutions secrete systemic racism, one searches, in vain, where and when Canada was an epic of its most brilliant exploits.
I am not saying that Justin Trudeau is fully aware of every element of the transformation he is bringing to the country. But the sum of his actions points in the same direction. Isn’t the devaluation of Canadian history, not to say its demonization, one more reason to favor a demographic remodeling that brings in millions of people here who are not guilty of any of the exactions of which we, are the natives the heirs?
His legacy appears in this easier to understand light. He is succeeding in making Canada a country where the majority of the inhabitants will not have the disadvantage — the stigma? — of being born here, therefore of being Canadian by default, therefore of still having (especially us, guilty of white privilege) in their bank accounts the residues of the four-hundred-year-old exploitation of the first inhabitants and of all the minorities (Italians, Germans, Chinese, Blacks) who, at that time, chose us for their greatest misfortune.
Thanks to Justin Trudeau, this complex, this jealous, the majority of the 100 million citizens of the country will have, by the end of the century, chosen Canada, this blank page on which everyone invents their path according to their baggage. , rather than following the path traced before them by those who made the country.
Because it is understood, they traced it so badly that they themselves deserve to become a minority, an island of the past bathed finally in a new crowd, intact, virgin of all our sins.
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