The Cost of Globalism
Day 6 of #100DaysToOffload
Note: A bit of a heavier topic with no conclusions, just thoughts.
My country (Canada) has been in the spotlight lately due to the recent uncovering of unmarked graves of indigenous children at residential schools and churches. When I think about residential schools, I am often reminded about learning them in my first year of high school.
That year was a blur, I don't remember much in my social studies class but I remember watching a movie from 1989 called Where the Spirit Lives. In the movie an Indigenous girl is kidnapped and forced into a residential school. The specifics of it are lost on me, I can only remember scenes such as the girl, cloaked and alone in the prairies. I can't remember if it was before she was kidnapped or after she attempted to escape the school.
At the end of the year my social studies teacher polled us about globalism. The majority, if not all, of us said it was "mostly good." My teacher turned very stern, looked at all of us and said, "Then I have failed."
For a while, I wondered what he meant but eventually, I understood.
Living in Canada, I've absolutely benefited from globalism. My parents are immigrants from a developing country and while they arguably work harder here than they probably would have if they stayed in their home country, they managed to fulfill their goal of giving their children a better life than they themselves did.
Then I think about those who did not have a choice to come to North America and forcibly removed from their country to become slaves. I think further back in history (but also not at the same time) and closer to home, when the Indigenous children of North America were forcibly removed from their parents. I think about across the ocean where empires divided up land among themselves at the behest of the people on those lands.
But here I am, in my warm apartment, with my fancy gaming computer, in my cushy remote WFH job, with steady access to food and water, with most of my extended family just a short drive away. It's so easy to not think about the horrors of the past but what, really, is the point of doing that (funny thing to think, looking at this post)? It seems that this is a constant in human history: moving, expanding, consuming, creating, fighting; but I don't think that means that things can't be better. I wonder what can I do now to help alleviate the traumas echoing from the past, if anything.
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