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les affreux

Bob Dénard – now there’s a biography I’d like to write. Né Gilbert Bourgeaud, aka Said Mustapha Mahdjoub, Muslim, Jewish or Catholic depending on the territory being occupied. Father of eight, murderer of many.

Killer of independence.

The lessons he carried out, cautionary tales illustrating the cost of freedom versus the value of it, have weighed heavily on my mind this past week.

For three decades, beginning in the 1960s, he was the patrol dog of Françafrique and beyond. He put his mercenary paws all over Benin, Gabon, Congo, Yemen, Nigeria, Iran, Zimbabwe, and his favourite target, L’Union des Comores. He’s doctored more coups and coup attempts than I have fingers and toes, generally with the backing of Western powers looking to protect their interests in the decolonized South. It was in France’s interest that the Comores be plunged into chaos and poverty post independence. It was in France’s interest that these newborn republics fail. Otherwise, what sort of message would that send to the remaining colonies? Colonies that, to this day, moodily accept overseas territory status and massive inequality, perhaps for fear that the alternative – independence – would leave them in much worse shape. Recent referenda in Martinique, French Guiana and Mayotte show that no, in fact, we do not all yearn to be free. Some would prefer to stay yoked, heads held above water, than drown.


Vive la mort, vive la guerre, vive le sacre mercenaire.

I wonder if Bob the Dog ever looked on Haiti and cursed himself for having been born too late. “A century and a half earlier,” he might have muttered, “and I could have put a clamp on that, too.”

Awful, awful, awful.

i’ve cast my vote

Democracy cost me over 50 euros on Friday. Or was it Thursday?

I’m talking Canadian democracy, that is. After days of sitting on my ballot, hemming and hawing over the moral pros and cons of strategic voting, leaders debates and party platforms, I finally settled on a candidate. Block letters, black ink on that special, official slip. Inner envelope, outer envelope, mailing envelope. Signed, dated. If I had made up my mind sooner, mailing my vote would have hit me at 80-odd cents. Instead I sighed and pulled out my credit card. I’m an expat, but I take my vote seriously.

You may or may not have heard, but there’s this other election going down right now too.

The be-all end-all of elections! The grand slam! The pray-per-view event of the decade! The whole world is watching, placing bets, and waiting for the finale. And the whole world, I’m told, is pulling for Obama.

Both American and international media outlets have been obsessed with polling overseas non-citizens for their opinions on the candidates. For months, the outcome has nearly always been identical — across continents, borders, language, religion and culture, there is an overwhelming global support for Barack Obama. Far more than within the 50 United States, there is this strong idea that he is the most qualified to lead his country through thorny foreign policy concerns and economic chaos, that he will help build a better America for the poor and struggling, that he will usher in a more balanced, humane era.

I wonder, though, would Barack Obama stand a chance as a candidate on their own territory? Or is this simply a case of Yes, But In Your Backyard?

In France, Obamania is a powerful force. People show their allegiance on buttons, fashionable t-shirts, vespa stickers. Conversations about the American election inevitably descend into demands for a positive prediction. “Is Obama going to win? I need to know,” they press on as though everything depends on your answer: “WILL HE WIN?”

I’m not sure I buy the enthusiasm.

As Obama-happy as countries like France, Germany, Holland and the UK may be, they are also countries with conservative governments currently in place. Modern right-wing Europe is worlds away from the staunchness of American conservatives in several ways (perhaps for lack of a well-funded NRA-type presence? I keed!), but many of the policies and principles are the same, as is the emphasis on Christian values. In France, for example, Sarkozy was elected in part for his aggressive approach to curbing immigration. In Germany they have Merkel, nicknamed the Iron Frau for her political resemblance to Thatcher. Europe is not especially known for promoting inclusion or healthy conversations about race and racism*, and while there is still a very visible lack of representation within their respective government hierarchies — or ANY major hierarchy — a huge chunk of the population continent-wide is somehow gunning for this black man in America to take the top spot.

*(Not that I can think of any place that does this honestly, but at least in the United States there’s strong, ongoing exploration of the history of slavery, segregation, and discrimination. However weak or misguided some of those efforts may be, I’d rather half-assed attempts than a collective historical brush-off by some of the original trans-Atlantic human traffickers, colonizers, slaughterers, white supremacists, etc.)

And then there’s Canada.

Canada’s identity has, in part, and mostly in the past, been formed in contrast. We are Canadians and distinct because we are not Americans; we are universal health care, accessible education, arts funding, international peacekeeping, and official multiculturalism policy. At least, that’s the idea on paper. The stripping down of this Idea began before Canadians put the current Conservative government in office, but Stephen Harper’s presence in Ottawa has resulted in some deep structural blows and shifts. Peacekeeping has been scaled back while military spending has gone up, enormous corporate tax breaks have taken precedence, the environment is hardly as much of a priority as it should be, the health care system is becoming increasingly privatized and multi-tiered, arts programs have been dramatically slashed or scrapped altogether, and immigration policy is certainly nothing like what it was when my parents first stepped onto Canadian soil. The Conservatives pushed hard for looser regulations on Canadian banks — regulations put in place by the previous Liberal government to curb recklessness and greed, regulations that kept Canadian banks from sinking into the same predicament that’s slammed our neighbours to the south. Good thing they didn’t get their way on that one.

As I type this, Canadians are lining up at polling stations across the country and submitting their own ballots. Millions of Obama-happy Canadians, voting for their next government, their next Prime Minister, and the next four years of policy and practice. Will they vote for top-heavy economic policy? For increased military spending? For increasingly inaccessible health care? For the white guy with the creepy smile? (Okay, I can’t really mess with that, all the major candidates are white.)

I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and I’ll read the results. I’ll know whether we’re in for another Conservative minority government, whether the Conservatives made strides into a majority leadership, or whether they’ve been pushed out altogether by the Liberals, the New Democratic Party, the Greens. I’ll know whether my fellow Obama-happy Canadians, like so many Obama-happy Europeans, and this Obama-happy world really mean it when they wear his face on their chest.

While you’re all swept up by the fashion and fanfare of Change We Can Believe In, I really need to know: have you got Change’s back? Cause if you don’t, then your opinion, your poll, and your t-shirt ain’t shit.