“Down with shariah law!” My attention jerked from Gary to a heavyset man standing in the middle of our cordoned-off street. His black T-shirt displayed the now familiar raised white fist, and he held a placard emblazoned with the words my canada doesn’t include: muslims/gays/immigrants/you! Arms folded across his chest, Gary contemplated the man. “Impressive penmanship,” he said dryly. “I like the way he’s covered all his bases with that last word.”
