Canada has a racism problem, but luckily for us, the racists are distinguishable by bright yellow vests that they like to wear in public.
Recently in Ottawa, monsters wearing yellow vest rolled into town, bringing with them some racist rhetoric and pro-pipeline propaganda. Curiously though, there are yellow vest activists in nearby cities that have been protesting in extremely subtle, insidious, and stealthy ways.
I took to the streets and tried to interview a couple of yellow vesters I’ve seen here in my hometown of Montreal.
Margaret Cassidy, age 64, was seen on Tuesday at the corner of Victoria and Montagne. In her bright yellow vest, she was helping school children cross the street, and stopping oncoming traffic to allow kids to walk “safely” while poisoning their minds with her disgusting views. It was simply appalling that she would target such young impressionable minds. And to do so in broad daylight, for the entire world to see? That’s the reality of life in 2019 in Trump’s Canada.
“Why are you a xenophobe?” I asked.
Cassidy, in her ignorance, did not acknowledge my question.
“You’re fascist? Right? You know, with the yellow vest and all.”
Margaret obviously was not okay with me calling her out on her far-right stance, and stated “I’m just a crossing guard, please leave me alone.”
At this point, I was in disbelief. A yellow vester in my own neighbourhood, telling me, a brave journalist risking my life to leave her alone, just because she was uncomfortable with the fact that she’s racist.
“What are your thoughts on illegal immigration?” I asked.
“I’m just trying to help kids get home,” stated Cassidy.
It was shockingly clear that Margaret couldn’t see her own hypocrisy. The absolute irony of the whole situation. Margaret wants to help children get home, but supports the separation of little Mexican children from their families.
I confronted another Canadian, yellow-vest wearing neo-fascist.
This time, it was 43 year old Adebowale Mbappo, a white-supremacist black man from Lagos, Nigeria who I found directing traffic in a grocery store parking lot.
I fearlessly confronted him, expecting full well to be berated by his insults.
“Hate has no home here. So why are you so xenophobic?”
“Xeno-what? What is this? I do not know this word. Please leave me alone. I am busy,” said Mbappo, with more than a tinge of homophobia in his eyes.
After a brief confrontation, I mustered up the courage to ask him who he was going to be voting for this fall. I tried to persuade him, telling him that Andrew Scheer wants to kill all non-whites.
“Please just go,” said Mbappo. “Just go. I pray to Jesus that you leave my parking lot.”
I was not surprised to discover that he was a christian. Most white supremacists are. His belief in private property was disgusting in its own right, but because the fascist police would probably take his side in an argument, I decided to exercise the better part of valour and live to fight another day. I entered the grocery store stocked up on soy, and proceeded to go home and binge watched Riverdale for the day. When your job is confronting hate, self-care is important.
White supremacy is alive and well, and the yellow vest movement proves that. I have provided just two examples, but there are many more out there.
They are in your schools, in your grocery stores, and they are probably in your homes. Stay vigilant. And if you discover a yellow vester, remember that it is your duty as a citizen to bring them to the public’s attention and shame them. Shame them hard.