On 19 October 2015, Canadians staged a last-ditch people’s uprising at the polls, and now we have a new Liberal majority government that is reversing the direction of the country. If you want to know why I look happy, that’s why.
The Cabinet sworn in, along with Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, on 4 November looks like Canada: fifteen men and fifteen women of varying ages and ethnic backgrounds. Never done before in a parliamentary democracy, and especially gratifying in a democracy which a month earlier had been a cat’s whisker away from a one-man tyranny. And these are ministers who are qualified, even over-qualified, for their posts (you’d think that being qualified for one’s job would go without saying, but not so under He Who Shall Not Be Named).
One example: the Minister of Justice and Canada’s new Attorney General is a former regional chief of the B.C. Assembly of First Nations who gave up her career as a crown prosecutor to run for office. She won her seat in Parliament, and now Jody Wilson-Raybould is in charge of shaping law as it applies to all Canadians. This is not only justice at work, it is my lifetime-favourite instance of poetic justice.
And so it goes … nearly every day for the past month has ushered in some new righting of wrongs in a country that is no longer gloom&doom Harperland, but a much sunnier place. And even though we’re heading into another Canadian winter and much of the world is at each other’s throats, I remain in my uncharacteristically cheerful state.
I don’t recall ever feeling quite this way before. I may never even have thought it was possible to feel this way.
Thank you, Canada.