One of the best things about traveling is the experience of different cultures. Especially when you document what you see and then share it abroad. When I moved to Canada there was really nothing I hadn’t seen before. The Infrastructure; a spitting copy of the United States, government; a replica of Britain and France, the economy and sports worked a little different but they were still similar to what I had known before. Like everywhere else, there were many stubborn people who knew little then they thought of what they were passionate about; law enforcement seemed a bit more civil but there too, cops turned out to be cops.
Generally, I must say, the streets were well swept and people were mostly polite to strangers but everything was similar to what I had known before. I thought. “So far, there is nothing really significant about this culture that’s worth blogging about.” I was looking for something that stood out about Canada; like Afro-Canadians for example, so I could tell the world to come and check it out.
I saw some people complaining and those who were very relaxed snitches who worried nothing of how disgusting it is to spread negative gossip about others.”
As time went by I wrote about places where I had lived before, my opinion on certain world events and stayed longer in the country. The first thing I noticed was a persistent aura of unforgettable hatred. It was embedded in the attitude of the city. I saw some people complaining and those who were very relaxed snitches who worried nothing of how disgusting it is to spread negative gossip about others. “What do I care? My anchor is in another country.” I told myself. “I could easily avoid a snitch or remain private and never fully reveal everything about who I am.”
Besides, not everyone was like that, anyway. Being from the streets, I was already a seasoned vet who cared little for rumors and worried even less of what people thought of me. I was more wary of situations that might affect my business or make my lifestyle uncomfortable in a way that would hinder my happiness. So far, everything I saw was basically the same as where I came from. I must admit, though, the hatred was unbiblical. Toronto shocked me with that. My consolation was, not everyone was like that.
I was new in town, most Canadians who I met were good people. There were a few spies who criticize everything and called the authorities over the smallest discrepancy. Many people asked me why I ‘came to Canada.’ I discovered very quickly that the best Canadians live in the rural areas. “How could I blame the whole country for the sins of a few whiners in these big towns that they call cities?” I was thinking. “I’m sure I’ll find something great to write about.”
Many people claimed to be satisfied with their lives, some bragged of their career, others, their thriving business. Women seemed unhappy but their grief appeared to stem from emotional baggage from past failures. I noticed some women were classier than others and assumed that they were probably the coveted ones. From the streets, I knew women who mouthed off to everyone were mostly sheltered brats who had not had a taste of reality. “More experienced women behave maturely and rarely insult men unless pushed to the extreme.” I counted on past experience.
…and honestly, I don’t mind women who step up their game to become their own boss.”
Again, nothing disturbed me at all. “I’m against domestic violence or assault so I would support a woman who showed evidence of such. I do not pose a problem to find a date, a relationship or even marriage and honestly, I don’t mind women who step up their game to become their own boss. After all, it’s their world also. Again I shook my head out of nothing from the ordinary.
I visited Montreal several times, Ottawa and then Alberta but besides a few spies who followed me around, thinking that if I were to commit a crime they’d see, and the occasional senior citizen who became dismayed at the profanity and violence in my rap, everything else was fine. What was I to do? Senior citizens were everywhere. They were even at the shows. A guy on my level, no grandmother, vigilante or even an agent could affect my work when none of it is rooted in their locality. They would have to face me outside of the country and even then I’d have an army.
At this point, Canada looked great to me! I found nothing that made me want to leave. When I turned my attention to the food I instantly fell in love with the Caribbean promos. The city’s ‘diversity claim’ did not live up to its hype since most foreign cultures were diluted. I noticed loads of people who made racist comments jokingly but did not put their hands on anyone. The water was clean, many people were self-centered, there was extremely bad weather, the languages were the ones that I could speak, colleges and universities looked majestic, the children were all adorable. I mean, everything was everything. I found that Canada has the world’s finest scientists and medical professionals.
“My career would flourish here, there’s much space to grow.” I had a disagreement with Hip Hop being differentiated as Canadian as opposed to just Hip Hop. I thought there must be a complaint against America that goes back long before I showed up so I left that alone. As for me, I’m Hip Hop, period. Plus Country and the Pop music were everywhere so I was cool with the music.
I realized that there was an underlying constraint in the urban communities.
Some were cut down, discriminated against, underemployed, mentally ill, been through post-traumatic stress, had never learned any different, had been wronged by family or ex lovers and the rest hated America because it won wars with a dominant foreign policy.”
Once you decide to migrate to a country as a free man leading your own way, everything is right for you. I’d been a refugee once where I had no choice but to accept any shit hole that opened its door to me. Fortunately, this was not the case when I arrived in Canada. All seemed well, except for the stench of hatred which I was told, runs parallel with the Toronto experience. Then I began to fathom that. As I did, I realized that there was an underlying constraint in the economically disenfranchised urban community.
Some were cut down, discriminated against, underemployed, mentally ill, post-traumatic stress, had never learned any different, had been wronged by family or ex-lovers and the rest hated America because it won wars with a dominant foreign policy. And then there were the women who wanted what they thought men have. “Why am I noticing women outside of a romantic situation?” I asked myself. I noticed that it was the single most serious underlying problem. As one person, I hadn’t met that many women to be sure if they influenced the nature of the entire country. Plus, I knew of other feminist movements around the world. “Maybe it’s just feminism.” I thought.
Unlike the above, when compared to other countries, feminism proved to be redundant in Canada. Most feminists stand for female equality hoping to overcome centuries of sexual objectification and promote equal opportunity for women. But the local feminists in Canada arrogantly ignored natural facts like; ‘men are physically stronger than women.’
Moreover, the feminist movement in Canada was primitive. It was about women seeing themselves as victims and being uncooperative with all successful men. I probed further and discover that many were witches who had renamed witchcraft. Some used unsuspecting men as sperm donors before rejecting their fatherhood to rely on government incentives that substitute a male’s role as a father.
Yet, the government was led by men and some of these local feminists were drunkards who suddenly objectified themselves once under the heavy influence. This was stupid! Many times, some of them didn’t even know they’re whores who were most noble when sober. Once outed they brewed resentment against all men. “Why all men? Why not just the ones they had issues with?” I asked.
Yet, these are some of the people who take vacations in other countries
where they’d introduce this rhetoric to women there.”
Did I say all Canadian women are whores? No! I noticed, many local feminists drank frequently. Once drunk, they either became promiscuous or they hauled insults at men. There were men who pretended to support the anti-male sentiment instead of opening an honest dialogue to solve it. Correct them and they’ll tell you to leave Canada, insisting that this is how things are done there. Yet, these are some of the people who take vacations in other countries where they introduce this rhetoric to women there.
As I began to document this, I also researched the source where this man hate and female entitlement came from. My research led me to feminist groups in Canada. They claim to want what men have and for men to become feminine even if the men were not raised that way. This is where I drew the line. I’m OK with women who wish to do what men do, but as a person, I refused to go with the notion that I should restrain myself to empower someone else. I rejected any idea that insinuates my definition of self or choice should be made by someone other than myself because I’m completely content with who I am hence I don’t hate women nor am I outraged at men.
I have not reached a conclusion on this subject because there are other women in Canada who enjoy the company of men. I have seen women who are happily married to tough guys and many of those who are in happy relationships with masculine men. Again, I chalked my encounter to an accidental encounter. By and large, I came to accept that this feminist movement was established by disgruntled women who due to their own insecurities have gone on to teach and preach man hate to a younger generation of daughters and sisters in Canada.
They’ve boycotted the bible or any teaching that stem from it and sort to turn Canadian men into pushovers. Some even travel overseas to teach the message of man hate. With some, that message of man hate has resonated but others have seen feminism for the bigoted crap it is; its destruction of the home and family and they have avoided it completely. Watch out for feminist women from Canada, they’re extremists. *