The "N" word

In the seventies, Pierre Vallières wrote a very provocative book entitled, "White N-----s of America" (he used the actual word, of course) about the lives of French Canadians from his perspective.  It became very famous, but apparently it now cannot be named because of the offensive word in its title.*  Apparently, someone on CBC Radio Canada actually spoke the word because, in discussing the book, he/she had to use its title.

Well, this caused an uproar and bruhaha to such an extent that the CRTC demanded the network apologize.  As you can imagine, this didn't go down too well with the French CBC and I agree.  No apology should have been required because the program was discussing the book.  I mean, how could you discuss a book without using its title!?  Two members of the CRTC wrote dissenting opinions insisting an apology was out-of-order and urged the network not to do so.  That was at least some good news, but English CBC has become unglued, with "wokeness" now reigning supreme.  

In a further nod to the absurd, veteran anchor Wendy Mesley actually had to resign from CBC because she used the same word in a similar context in a CBC meeting.  In a meeting, for Gawd's sake!  I put this all at the feet of Her Supreme Wokeness, President Catherine Tait, who has put "diversity" firmly ahead of good journalism.

Isn't upbringing so telling.  I used to babysit Ms. Tait and know a thing or two about how her parents reared her.  Her mother, coincidentally, worked for B back in the eighties and he had a helluva time getting around her rabid feminism which was constantly bleeding into operational matters and gumming up any issue on the table with women's lib tangents.         

To give you an idea of what he was dealing with, Mrs. Tait -- oh, sorry, Ms. Tait -- who had broken her leg and was in a cast, was riding in the back seat of the car with B to a meeting.  Now, this was a woman who aggressively eschewed any man holding a door to let her go first, for instance, so when they arrived, B got out, closed his door and began walking to their destination.  "Hey, help!" he heard Ms. Tait yelling.  Turning back, B said, "Oh, sorry, I thought you didn't want a man to hold a door for you."  Good moment, in my view.

Anyway, she raised Catherine and her other two daughters imbuing them with similarly pronounced views with no noticeable input from her docile husband.  So, now we have the uber-woke daughter running CBC with her eye fixed firmly on tangents.  All I can say is, there are many reasons I no longer watch CBC; this is one of them.

* As you can see, I was even afraid to use the word in this blog!

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I have to say a word of objection once again to stepdaughter's taking her mother to our old cottage in the Gatineau.  It still burns my a-- that this person, who declared "It's war!" when their marriage broke up and, among other ludicrous demands, insisted through her lawyer, that we not take a holiday up there so we could give her more money, now enjoys annual visits to our sacred, blended family gathering place.  (I think that was a run-on sentence, sorry.)  I now see the world in terms of "right and wrong" and this move is wrong on so many levels.  But stepdaughter, S, has expertly picked up the crude and nervy art of mooching from her mother.  Every year, S globs onto another cottager and forces herself, her two kids and her only-too-eager mother to plant themselves gratis on their idyllic premises for a week.  

Did I tell you that after reading 'The Woman's Room' B's ex stated vehemently that she did not want to be "Mrs. Marley-Clarke"?  But what has she done in the 42 years since she stood up and exerted her "feminism"?  Kept the name.  Actually, when one of her cousins found out who she was marrying, she said, "Oh, we all knew it was only for the name."  

Yep, still p-sses me off.  Hey, find another lake and mooch off someone else.  Leave our place alone.  But until people up there get fed up with these squatters, they'll keep doing it with her faces hanging out.  Oh, and did I tell you B and I have not seen his grands for four years and likely won't be permitted to until they reach the age of consent?  That's purposeful and wrong.  In fact, she hasn't even called her own brother in Ottawa so he can have a sniff-of-an-oil-rag hour or two with his niece and nephew, preferring instead to glob onto another rich cottager in Muskoka for a second free week's holiday.

Wrong.