Recently I’ve been developing second thoughts about minority immigration. I thought it cool to enjoy the mosaic of various cultures and interesting people coming from all parts of the world and saw my country, Canada, as a sort of United Nations microcosm of a future world where we could all get along and be an example.
Two situations have me currently questioning my previous attitude.
The first occured several months ago. I had an ongoing contract with a relatively new boatyard in a small coastal city in British Colubia to provide labour including my own towards yacht restorations and repairs. The demand was initially quite overwhelming and a city outfit from across the Strait of Georgia, living in a trailor comprising Burmese immigrants was hired. I initially was kind of exited about interacting with their leader who had a history as a jungle fighter against their government. To make a long story short, it took several months, but his people who can’t speak English are still working there and my local people aren’t. Really no skin of my back as I still have work in my shop for trailerable boats but I had to let several people go. No question, but these Burmese guys were as good as us, but no better. Given that these guys who didn’t interact with the rest of the workers at the boat yard because they couldn’t speak English, I strongly suspect that they were a lot cheaper. Fine, but that destroyed one of my ancillary goals to provide a decent wage for my own people.
The second incident resulted from a conversation with one of my brothers in law who was present in my town for a birthday party for my brother. I have often wrangled with his racist attitudes regardless of my challenges, but we are tight enough that I do not fear to present the alternative view.
He told me of an incident where the six Chinese co-workers in his department who comprise the total department within the Liquor Control Board of British Columbia invited him to have lunch at a restaurant that he knew was quite cherished for its soup. Fine, except that during the entire time they spoke Chinese. I had no response to challenge his negative view of multicultural immigration. Needless to say, he feels quite lonely at work, and declined further invitations to share lunch. For the first time I was speechless.
The macro view of the impact of multicultural immigration on our society sounds real neat, but unless you’ve experienced the down side, you are ignoring the fact that some of your own fellow citizens are getting hurt. So who’s side are you on ?