Family Apartment: Global Outlook

African Girl Dept: Level with me, Canada: Is this analysis ginned up by one of the world’s more thoughtful publications? Or are you seriously uncomfortable with the idea that Mr. Ignatieff has lived in the United States and Britain, voted in elections beyond the 49th parallel and embodied the internationalism that Canadians just love to rip into Americans for not displaying?, according to Globe And Mail. Yep, nobody can legitimately skewer my Canadian bona fides. But for me, as I suspect for Mr. Ignatieff, these bona fides include having a brazenly global outlook. Last year, I very nearly got booed off a Texas stage for being too Canadian and according to the British newspaper, “The mud clings when the Tories tell voters ‘he didn’t come back for you.’ The slur is aimed more at Ignatieff’s identity as an upper-middle-class urban intellectual rather than his Russian origins. However, this level of jingoism betrays a society ill at ease with its own diversity.” I ask these questions, and ask them passionately, because I’m proud to be a “Canadian without borders.” In fact, I like to think that my future as a Canadian was foretold in the country of my birth, Uganda. As a toddler, I zoomed around the family apartment in a push-pedal go-kart with “99” painted on the front. Weirder still, despite being a little African girl who couldn’t speak a stitch of English, I named my go-kart Wayne. As reported in the news.
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