Letters have a magic all on their own… like locks of hair, they encapsulate some essential element of the personality of whoever holds the pen. I can almost hear the writer speak to me, across time and distance
Found this at the thrift store and was intrigued by the idea of reading two hundred years worth of letters that mark the history of this country I find myself living in once again, having left at the ripe age of 5 with no understanding of “Canada” save the pride I felt at singing “O Canada” to assert my very non-American superior Canadianness.
(Even this aspect of Canadian culture should be scrutinized - a country whose pride is built off yes, their own merits, but mostly, as simply being distinct from another, highly contemptuous counterpart: the U.S. It’s as if Canada is the U.S.’s petulant adolescent teenager who insists on all her differences and betterness yet really is engaged in a petty bitterness that cannot really be explained.)
Anyhow, I have to appreciate Charlotte Gray in full for the life she has illuminated before me in carefully selecting these letters for me to read. I daresay some almost brought me to tears - so much raw emotion that can be scrawled across a page, and from people from all walks of life at that (well, the literate ones…)
I feel overwhelmed looking back at all the pages and pages I saved; all the lives lived and loved ones lost and dreams dangled off of star-studded skies. It is so complex, this emotion and awe of humanity as it struggles to survive and flourish in a new uncharted land. And it is so complex, this undeniable human strength to stand against the tests of the time and make a mark somehow somewhere in your own corner of the world… could there be anything wrong about that all too human pursuit?
Yet we live in an age where Canada Day is called to be Cancelled. We live in a country that was founded without all the voices at the table. We live in a place where we acknowledge everyday that we are using “unceded land” yet cede we do not. Who was this land made for? No one I suppose. Who has the right to call it their own? No one I suppose. Canada has done wrong, of that there is no doubt.
But what of Canadians?
The letters succeeded, I think, in their aim - to show the nuance (how I hate that word now) in the visions and ideals of the people that history likes to bundle into one. Show the friendships between those who we think of as foes, show the minor struggles for justice and freedom that came from all sides. Show the doubt and the fear, the desire to find good but the daily necessities preventing its full conquest. I can only wonder, as I read the stories here of the wars - as the citizen in Canada relays their personal feelings about it - how naive we will all sound to the future when they look at how we ourselves navigated living through these times of overseas bloodshed.
Some letters were particularly astute. I found I was able to glean some seemingly trivial but maybe more signified facts through reading them. For example -
1851: “how good it is to live on the poorest fare, where the mind may apply its immortal powers to the contemplation of the heavens and heavenly things, unawed by the monsters who would tie us to a tree and scourge us in out nakedness”
Slaves were welcomed into Canada with relative warmth and hospitality (in more cases than the U.S.) which I found to be interesting. Racism did and does exist, but I think a key difference in the US versus Canadian imagination is that of the racial divide. The US is very much split on the white versus black dichotomy, still reconciling itself with the guilt of slavery. Canada, on the other hand, is split on the indigenous versus settler dichotomy, still reconciling itself with the guilt of forced imperialism and residential schools. The US, comparatively to Canada, spends much less time dealing with guilt over its Native American treatment. I have never heard of such a strong “Land Back” movement as I do in Canada. Similarly, I do not think BLM exists in the same way here.
One thing I particularly enjoyed was reading about the mixed children, between settler and indigenous parents. They seemed to understand, for the most part, the plight of the country and the tug between honoring those who came before and allowing for those who would come next. Makes me feel more blessed to be of mixed descent myself and to be given a window into the complexities all that comes along with that…
Canadian history does seem to be uplifted with more of a liberal spirit than that of the US and I do wonder how much of that must do with Quebec - the continual presence of clashing cultures and languages meant no one vein of thinking could ever take full force. Or else, Quebec may secede. Is that enough to make a country more tolerant and accepting in its demeanor? One thing is for sure, I never knew how deep the separatist movement ran. Louis Riel is a figure I will need to learn more about. Interesting how French and First Nation liberation movements sometimes went hand in hand…
Founder of Canadian communist party would have the answer: “But if our institutions were built on rational foundations our life would be like a garden in which every tree would have equal space and sunshine”
Ideologically, communism still wins. Practically, not so much.
there were also the Canadians at war. Some of the most heart wrenching, yet most introspective pieces of the collection. One man compared the army to slavery, others simply missed their wives, others spoke of waning loyalty to the British crown…
What of women’s rights? Women could vote in Canada in 1918, two years before in the U.S. in 1923, birth control was becoming accessible. It was empowering to see women become more confident in themselves as time grew on. I do not want to know what these women would feel looking at the likes of JD Vance on the rise in the US
But, not all is rosy. Canada did not accept any Jewish refugees until after WWII ended. Other countries did. I really do wonder at why not. Also, same Japanese camps as in the U.S.
At the end of it all, with all the new thoughts and connections in my head, I cannot help but hear the voice of my baby child self singing “our true North strong and free”. Something about the bitter cold Canadians must face makes them, I feel, at least here, more…. something. It’s hard to describe. But despite my best efforts, I do feel proud to be a Canadian. I cannot hate a country that is built off the hard work of so many innocent people who simply wanted better lives.