Out for a late afternoon walk with Gibson. So beautiful to enter the woods with the sun shining almost horizontally through the trees. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the confidence to strike out on a long walk like that on the spur of the moment. (You don’t want to know why.)
I thought about Jeffrey Simpson, who retired this week as columnist at the Globe and Mail. In his valedictory column, he wrote of his opinion of Canada as not just a success story for multiculturalism, but as a success story for the integration of other cultures into Canada’s two mainstream cultures, the English and the French. He lamented the difficulty and reluctance of indigenous cultures to integrate in the same fashion. With all due respect (and there is much) I believe Mr Simpson missed the point, and he has missed it for many years. Don’t you suppose it might be a good idea to try just a little bit to integrate *ourselves* into indigenous culture, instead of insisting it be the other way around? We don’t even know what we *don’t* know about the history and lore of the people who have been living here for thousands of years. Perhaps with the old guard fading away into retirement, there may be new voices in our national media with a vision beyond mere truth and reconciliation.