Save for recent immigrants, there are no African Americans. Percentages have nothing to do with it. You’re black in America just in case the rest of us think you are. You’re white in America just in case you can pass for white and you want to. But to maintain your whiteness you can’t bring your boyfriend home to meet your parents, and that can place an extra burden on passing.
By contrast, there are no indigenous Canadians. You’re indigenous – or whatever word we have for you this week – just in case you’ve got the indigenous ‘tell’, which is odd because, not unlike pornography, the rest of us couldn’t tell you what that tell is, but we’re pretty sure we know it when we see it. And, of course, even if you can pass, you’re facing the same problem if you want to bring your boyfriend home to meet the family.
There’s a movement afoot in Canada, among some but not all, to resist assimilation, in some measure because the rest of us, racists as we are, wouldn’t let you assimilate even if you wanted to. But also because individual identity requires group identity. So between our racism and your self-identification, we’re solving our race problem at glacial speed. I have no suggestions about how to accelerate it. But anyone who does – Frances Widdowson, for example – is met with torches and pitchforks, not from indigenous Canadians themselves, but from their virtue-signalling SJW-woke self-appointed ‘friends’.
We’re all entitled to pick our battles. This one isn’t mine. But it’s rapidly being made mine by well-intentioned university administrators, understandably keen to demonstrate their wokeness, whose attempts at accommodation are unwittingly undermining the very purposes of the institution:
Any program of study that does not include a rigorous critique of itself does not belong at a university. And any student whose performance is not being evaluated by the same criteria as her peers is being fraudulently promoted. Both of these practices – orthodoxy and dual gate-keeping standards – can only backfire. They already have.
Do I have any better suggestions? I do not. But neither was the boy himself a tailor when he cried out, “The Emperor has no clothes!”