Interesting story out of Edmonton illustrating the dangers of censorship and the Law of Unintended Consequences. Apparently, the Edmonton Public School Board prepared a “books to weed out” list relating to books and stories about First Nations. Well, no surprise there, school boards have been banning books since time immemorial.
Mind you, David Alexander Robinson, an award-winning Aboriginal writer, was somewhat taken aback to find his books – dealing with, amongst other things, residential schools – on the list. No doubt it would come as a surprise to a number of the other award winning Aboriginal writers on the list Hmm, isn’t giving exposure to Aboriginal voices the sort of thing that school boards are supposed be in favour of?
Continue reading “The Problem with PC – Edmonton Bans Aboriginal Writers for Purest of PC reasons”
Remember that movie “Groundhog Day“? An arrogant weatherman, played by Bill Murray finds himself living through groundhog day over and over, until he finally mends his ways? I kind of feel like that with Quebec.
About this time last year, I had a post about the Party Québécois’ (the “PQ“) proposal to prohibit Quebec civil servants from displaying religious symbols at work, well, other than crucifixes (see Secularism – Iran Style). Well, here we are, a year later, and guess what, we have a post about a new PQ proposal to ban all religious headwear and dress by public sector workers in Quebec (which, given that Quebec’s public sectors is massively bloated is half the work force). Sigh. Continue reading “It’s Groundhog Day in Quebec”
In a nice change from ranting about Rob Ford (who still hasn’t denied smoking crack. I’m just saying), I came across this story from Queen’s University. Now, I’m a former Queen’s grad, but I’ve long since lost any respect for the place. Even when I was there it was painfully politically correct, but since I’ve graduated it’s fallen even further downhill – bottoming out, or so I thought, in 2006 with the proposal to hire “dialogue monitors” (i.e., the modern, politically correct, terminology for people we used to call “rats”, “finks”, or “stoolies”) to spy on their fellow students to denounce politically incorrect thoughts. At the time, I think I wrote a letter to the Queen’s administration asking them to take back my degree, but I suppose they still harbour the (mistaken) illusion that I might someday give them money, because I never heard back from them. Continue reading “Queen’s University vs. Captain Underpants”