without even trying. Or knowing you are one.
In light of what’s happening in Canada, I wrote this essay, relating it to experiences I had traveling in communist Romania with my family when I was a child and encountering Nikoli Ceausescu’s motorcade.
If anyone’s going to be charged with domestic terrorism it would be me.
Just look at this subversive title. At first I misspelled it so I wouldn’t get thrown off of Twitter. Then I changed my mind.
Just look at all the misinformation I’ve spread over the past six months by writing all these essays.
You will be labeled a domestic terrorist, too, if you share my essays, as I hope you will. Yes, I’m that subversive.
How about those Truckers?
Just ordinary citizens who believe in freedom. What will happen to them? What will happen if we find ourselves in a similar situation? Will we be willing to face the consequences?
Today, Friday the 18th, police have begun arresting the protestors in Ottawa.
The Epoch Times: “Large groups of police, some on horseback and some carrying assault rifles and what appears to be rubber bullet launchers, have begun moving in on protesters in Ottawa, backed up by armored vehicles.” You can see video of it here.
This after protest organizer Chris Barber and fellow leader Tamara Lich were arrested Thursday evening.
On Thursday, interim police chief Steve Bell told reporters that “If [the protestors] do not peacefully leave, we have plans, strategies and tactics to get them to leave.”
Under the Emergencies Act, law enforcement officials have the ability to arrest people for obstruction of roadways and disruptive behavior. Authorities also have the power to seize vehicles, freeze bank accounts, and cancel licenses.
Conveniently, Canada’s parliament cancelled plans for a debate about the implementation of the Emergencies Act, which was scheduled to take place today. If there was any doubt before, preventing parliament from debating the actions the police are now taking turns Justin Trudeau into a full-blown tyrant.
Trudeau claims, “we have heard you,” but he has heard nothing. He refuses to hear. He disdains his own citizens. It’s always the ordinary citizens who suffer the most in any type of war. We have so many wars going on right now.
Incredibly, across the great swath of north America, in what was just a few years ago considered the bastion of democracy, we find that anyone who dares to question the absolute authority of the governments of the United States and of Canada is being labeled a domestic terrorist.
We didn’t ask for this title. We are as far from terrorists as anyone could be—we are the antithesis of terrorism. All we are guilty of is doing our own research, gathering our own information and reaching our own conclusions. We want autonomy over our own bodies. We want to protect our children from corrupt pharmaceutical companies that are forcing a genetic therapy upon us; companies that value human lives only in as much as they can profit from them.
When I was in seventh grade, I had a wonderful science teacher. I wish I could remember his name. He was teaching evolution, and I had to write a report about it. This was quite a quandary since I grew up in a conservative Christian family and my parents’ stance was completely against evolution. More than that, my dad was, at that time, gaining a name internationally as a Christian writer, so it wasn’t an ordinary household by any means.
I told my dad about my problem, and he enthusiastically set about helping me to write a refutation of evolution in favor of creationism. Looking back, I realize my paper had nothing to do with my own beliefs, it was all influenced by my dad. I wasn’t old enough or experienced enough to make up my own mind about such things. That would come years later. However, I learned invaluable lessons about research and writing and about arguing an unpopular position. When the report was finished, I was proud of it. I’d even made meticulous drawings to illustrate my thesis.
I was also terrified. Not only did my report go against what my teacher had taught us, but every single one of my classmates agreed with him. To make matters worse, besides handing in the paper, I had to present it orally.
My dad encouraged me. You can do it, he said. I listened to him because both of my parents practiced what they preached. I had even seen them stand up for their faith in dangerous situations, one of which I will write about at the end of this essay.
And so, swallowing my fear, I stood up in front of the class and presented my report. When some students snickered and expressed derision, the teacher reprimanded them. He congratulated me for my bravery and said he respected my right to disagree. When my report was returned after being graded, it had a big A+ on it.
I very much doubt that would happen today. I would be labeled a white supremacist spreading misinformation and would probably get an F.
All About Philosophy puts it well:
“The popular media often portrays the creation vs. evolution debate as science vs. religion, with creation being religious and evolution being scientific. Unfortunately, if you don’t agree with this label, you too are labeled. Regardless of whether you’re a creationist or an evolutionist, if you disagree with the stereotype, you’re condemned and ‘exposed’ as a religious fanatic who is secretly trying to pass religion off as science or, even worse, trying to disprove science in order to redeem a ridiculous, unscientific, religious worldview.”
The irony is that this absolute requirement to bow down to the State sanctioned Science has now turned into the new, one and only religion. I just wonder how long it will be before the Scientific Inquisition is instated.
I wasn’t too happy to read about Matt Taibbi’s excellent piece Trudeau’s Ceausescu moment, since I’d been having the same thoughts and he wrote it first. Rats! Unlike Taibbi, however, I had a personal reason for making the comparison that went back to my childhood.
I cannot help but compare Trudeau to Nikoli Ceausescu, who also started his career as an idealistic charismatic leader but ended up hated for amassing wealth while instigating a reign of terror and poverty on the people of Romania. If you watch Ceausescu’s last speech, you can feel the discontent growing until it becomes a tidal wave sweeping across the crowd. Ceausescu’s face registers incredulity, he cannot believe what is happening. For a moment, he rallies, perhaps thinking that if he just keeps on talking in the powerful tone that served him so well for so long, he will surely overcome the wave and the people will once again do what they are told: bow to his will.
But the image and the words have proved false for too long. The people have suffered enough, and they turn on him.
So, what happened in my childhood to make me think of this? My family had our own encounter with Ceausescu as we traveled through Romania in 1967 when I was eleven years old. In those day, no one could have predicted that some twenty years later, on 25 December 1989, this seemingly indestructible dictator and his wife would be dragged before a firing squad and unceremoniously executed.
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