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Showing posts with label United States. Show all posts
Showing posts with label United States. Show all posts

Monday, May 21, 2007

Oh Canada

Being a young Concordia graduate in Canada means that I must do my part to keep up the reputation of my alma mater. Concordia is famous for its politically charged atmosphere- and its students reputed for speaking (or screaming out) their political views. In these rare moments where I contemplate for a moment how lucky we are to be in Quebec, and in Canada, I feel I need to acknowledge them.

Fred waited about five months for his new kidney/pancreas set. Our friend Ethan waited two years for his kidney (also in Montreal). In Ontario, patients wait up to eight years for a kidney transplant and have to be on dialysis before even being put on the transplant list. Fred was fortunate that he is an AB blood type, making him a universal recipient. His age and his diabetes allowed him to move up the list quickly, saving him the ordeal of undergoing dialysis. On top of that, the Royal Victoria Hospital here in Montreal happens to be the only hospital in Eastern Canada that performs pancreas transplants. Had we been anywhere else, we would have had the added stress of flying here for the procedure and dealing with hotel bills for his family and myself, not to mention the absense of friends around us.

Every day this week I have contemplated how fortunate we are not to be living in the US. The base cost of Fred's procedure in the US is broken down as follows:

  • Procurement of organs: 118,000$
  • Hospital stay: 70,400$
  • Physician: 20,500$
  • Testing: 12,400$
  • Follow-up: 40,800$
  • One year of Immuno-suppresant drugs: 31,000$
    • Total: 293,100$


Cost to us for Fred's procedure in Canada:

0$


  • Cost of Immuno-suppresants in the US over the next fifty years: 1,550,000$

  • Cost of Immuno-suppresants in Canada over the next fifty years: 35,000$
    • Canadian citizens pay no more than 700$ per year for prescription drugs
    • The Immuno-suppresants cost 2,000$ per month, charged to the Canadian government

As much as we bitch and complain about our less than perfect system, we need to remind ourselves that the grass is not always greener. It almost makes me wish I weren't spending Canada Day helping people move (yet again).









Sunday, July 09, 2006

Missiles & Media

For Canadians, July 4th has nothing to do with the patriotism of our American neighbours. It doesn't involve fireworks or recitations of old speeches from hundreds of years ago. It's just another day. Another day to head to the nearest theatre and pour your hard earned money into the greedy hands of our American neighbours. Many Canadians celebrate Independence Day without even realizing that they've been suckered in. Each and every fourth of July, Hollywood releases yet another propaganda film about how America saves the world and for some reason, people go. Independence Day, Armageddon, Day After Tomorrow- all July 4th releases, along with countless others that my mind refuses to acknowledge. All these thoughts and more were swirling through my head as I made my way to Itaewon (Little America) on the 4th of July. As I walked the streets, I found it strange to find them empty on such a big American holiday. The streets had been packed only three days before for Canada Day... although it did coincide with two World Cup games, but I'm sure Canada Day was drawing the crowds. In light of the events of this week, I suspect they were probably on high alert- confined to the base and waiting.

Being here- in the thick of it, the distinction between America's view of the truth and the world's view of the truth has never been more skewed, or more clear. As I sat down at my computer on Thursday morning and signed into my email, the MSN homepage informed me of the launch of seven missiles by our friend, Kim Jong Il. Craving a Korean viewpoint, I ran off to the store to pick up a newspaper. I scanned the cover page- no mention of the missiles, or the North. I scanned each page of the paper and finally found an editorial at the back that referred to the potential threat by the launch of either a missile, or a satellite. The writer seemed to feel that it was nothing more than a satellite and the world was overreacting. It was written as though nothing had happened yet, and the threat level was still being analyzed. Apparently Koreans feel that way in general about the whole situation. I asked my Korean co-workers if they'd heard about the missiles, and they scoffed and said "They just wanted some attention, now they got it. What's the big deal?"


The Americans, I suspect are taking the whole situation a lot more seriously. South Korea maintains that they will continue to send food and other aid to the North, because it would be inhumane not to. The government is coming under scrutiny by the Americans for responding slowly and tentatively to the issue. Neither the President Roh (South Korea), nor his head Security Advisor attended the emergency meeting after the launch of the missiles. Stating that, ``We've decided it was not necessary for the president to hold an emergency meeting immediately after the launches in order not to stir any unnecessary tension and unrest on the Korean Peninsula,'' said Seo Joo-seok, senior presidential secretary for national security, in a briefing Thursday night. ``Hard-line approaches against the North would have exacerbated the situation.'' I think President Roh was probably too lazy to get out of bed. The meeting was held at 7am- I know I would never have made it.

Koreans do not distinguish between North and South Korea. I've been questioned as to why incoming mail for me specifies South Korea, and people look confused when I refer to the North. There may legally be a divide in the country, but not in the minds or hearts of Koreans. They mostly choose not to deal with the issue. And what else can you do when the most heavily guarded border in the world lies a mere 40 km north of your home? While South Korea has become known for its cutting edge technology, the North maintains laws that keep cameras out of the country. Even though they speak the same language and have the same cultural background- there could not be a greater contrast between these two countries in reality. Koreans have an innate faith in their country and their people. The entire social structure is based on family. Instead of using words like friend to establish your relationships with others, Koreans use older sister, younger brother, aunt, uncle for all their peers. This concept of society as a family bleeds into every aspect of the culture. My gym provides bar soap, brushes, tooth brushes and communal loofahs for its patrons. In Canada, we would think it disgusting to share these things but in the Korean family it's totally normal. When you buy any type of food, you're always given two forks or spoons- it's assumed you'll be sharing it. Bikes are left unlocked in the streets and strangers will talk to you with such respectful familiarity that you feel like you've known them years. It's beautiful. It's taboo to talk about crime in Korea, because they like to pretend it doesn't exist and isn't a problem here. They are quick to point to the US military as trouble makers, proven by the abundance of NO GI's signs that hang outside of bars- it's easier than accepting that one of their own could do such a thing. My older students showed up late for class the other day, apparently because they had biked to school. I asked them if they had locked their bikes downstairs. They looked at me, slightly surprised and slightly embarrassed and said that no, they hadn't. Aren't you afraid it'll be stolen, I asked. Of course, it's happened before, Min Su told me. But when I asked him why he didn't lock it, he shrugged his shoulders and said it would be okay. His innate trust in his huge family does not allow him to accept the idea that someone could steal from him.

All this taken into consideration, the reaction of the South to the brewing crisis makes a lot of sense. Not only from a cultural view point, but it's also common sense. Despite the US assertions that the North has outright threatened to use force if a test missile is shot down, it just doesn't make sense. Further, these direct threats have yet to be reported in the media here. It makes me wonder how much is American propaganda. The population of North Korea is malnourished, they're dropping in the streets from starvation. As ridiculous as any dictator may be, he cannot possibly believe that such a country could take on the US in a war. Russia was a threat, just by its size, technology and population. North Korea is like a child begging for attention. They just want someone to talk to them, and no one will. South Koreans see it for what it is. The US sees it as a slap in the face- they play it up as though it's a very real threat that the North could attack. They keep the world in fear of what stupidities will follow, as Bush enters into his second year of his second term. There is no real threat. Though the test failed after little more than forty seconds- a long way even from making it to Japan, Mr Bush I'm sure, will not want to leave this incident as part of his legacy. And that's the real threat. Not that North Korea will use nuclear weapons, but that the Americans will close in on them because Bush sees it as an affront to his delicate ego. He will be remembered as the President that started a war on the pretense of looking for nuclear weapons which didn't exist, but to turn a blind eye on the efforts of North Korea to gain attention for their nuclear program would make his legacy even more pathetic.

As I sit comfortably in my South Korean apartment, on my newly purchased laptop computer, my air conditioning blowing at full force, I contemplate the lives of the people living only half an hour north of me. Tomorrow I may finally make the trek to the border, to allow myself to be hit head on by the tensions that exist here. The producer of my show was in North Korea just last week. Anthony works for a company that has factories in North Korea and he went up to visit. The bus stopped at the border, and the North Korean army boarded the bus, carefully looking everyone up and down. You are not supposed to make eye contact, it can be seen as provocation. You are not to speak, it can be interpreted as political. As the bus continued on its way, it stopped as it reached its destination. The bus came to a halt and he descended from the bus, finding himself where few others have gone- in North Korea. A young girl greeted them in full military uniform. She wore a Kim Jong Il button. Anthony approached the girl and proposed a trade for his Australian pin. She looked appalled, taken back and scandalized. Anthony later discovered that the people of North Korea are required to wear these buttons whenever they appear in public, and can be shot if they are seen without it. They only get one button in their lifetimes. We have little to fear from the North, what I fear is the American presence here. They've declared war over less, and I wonder if I may be packing up and running home before October. Running back to a country that shares the longest undefended border in the world with the US- presently the scariest country on earth.

Monday, April 17, 2006

What Separates Us From The Americans?

As Canadians, we pride ourselves on... well, I'd say being Canadian, but that's not quite it. Canadian politicians and artists alike have been struggling for years to identify what exactly it means to be Canadian. What does BC have in common with Newfoundland (except perhaps an envy of Toronto and an impatience for Ottawa). Within the enormous borders of our country, what defines the people that live here? We've all come from other countries- whether recently or long ago, many of us forgetting completely where we came from, and thus leaving behind our traditions and old-world beliefs. Others hold strong, and keep their language, and continue to celebrate their traditions and beliefs from what used to be home. But how does this impact our identity? Is Canadian identity one that can be defined? There is nothing easier than spotting Americans in downtown Montreal- they parade around as though they own the streets, attired head to toe in Boston Celtics gear. They get lost somewhere between Crescent Street and Super Sexe. They travel in packs of six, eight, twelve- sometimes more. But more than anything else, they set themselves apart because these enormous groups that take-over our streets are usually all-white. Montreal is such a cosmopolitan city that it's fairly rare to see large groups of one race together, without someone a little different thrown into the mix. So what does that say of Canada? In allowing people to keep their culture and traditions, have we also found ways of bridging cultural gaps and better understanding each other? Or is it simply that the racially mixed groups of Americans blend in better into the streets of Canada? How can Canada possibly have one identity, with such a fantastically diverse population?

As Canadians, we've grown up with a love-hate relationship of our southern neighbours. We're confused by their patriotism. Sure, we love Canada- but as the Montreal comedy duo, Bowser and Blue once said- it's only because we can't afford to go anywhere else. And we don't go screaming it through the streets. In most parts of the country, Canada Day is one celebrated by free 54-40 and Headstones concerts, with some beer and maybe some modest fireworks. It always seemed to me that the Stampede fireworks always outdid the Canada Day ones. If you're an hourly paid employee, it's time and half. In Montreal, we don't even related July 1st to Canada Day. Quebec politics at its best. When we think July 1st, we break into a cold sweat. We start to hyperventilate. In Montreal, July 1st is Moving Day. We have nightmares about July 1st. We start to dread it in January. The rush to find an apartment begins in March, and god-forbid you don't have a lease signed by April, you're likely to find yourself temporarily homeless. On Canada Day. So you've signed the lease. Great. Did you book the truck? Because if your truck isn't booked by May (at three times the rate it would be on June 30th... being that it's a holiday & all), you're going to be begging your neighbours to throw your things into their truck. Do you have people to help you move? Being that everyone moves the same day, it can be tough to find help. Either that or your friends are so sick of spending their Canada Day moving, they hide in their apartments, in bed, under the covers, waiting for it to end. Shaking for fear the phone will ring and they will be called upon to serve. On Moving Day. Then you have to consider, do you live on St Catherine Street? If so, you will be forced to contend with the piddly-ass parade. Then when it's finally all over and done with and you've moved everything you own to the new apartment, be sure not to answer the phone, as it's likely a friend who got stuck without a truck looking for a favor. If you were smart, you called months ago to have your phone line and your cable moved to the new apartment, otherwise you're likely to be on hold until the next moving day. So to truely celebrate our culture as a vibrant city, in true Canadian fashion, we head to the bars on June 24th, le Saint- Jean Baptiste. I have yet to determine why Quebec chose John the Baptist as their saint, but choose him they did. And so we're forced to celebrate "La Fete Nationale" a week early, if we choose to at all.

Now, July 4th, in comparison- is a gong show. Hollywood works hard to ensure that there is an 'America Saves The World' movie released every fourth of July. Nothing like patriotism to pack a theatre and make some money. The national anthem is sung from coast to coast and people are overcome by their love for their great country. But what makes them so great? It is almost like a stereotype that they have given themselves. It is not based in any fact. Studies have shown that the 'American Dream' is more of a reality in Canada. In the 'Greatest Country on Earth', we find some of the world's wealthiest entrepreneurs, living alongside Americans too poor to make their way to a doctor. Too poor to have any real options in life. Canadian students complain about the cost of our education, and we should, since education is a right and not a priviledge. But in the US, it's the opposite. At twenty five to forty thousand dollars a year, how many American McDonalds' workers can make a better life for themselves? What makes the US so great? Still hanging on as the world's super-power, many of its citizens can't afford the basics. Their social safety net is no more a reality than the Hollywood stories. If you fall into the welfare system, you could spend your whole life paying it back. We shake our heads and wonder why people would live there. We are happy that the violence found within their borders largely stays there. We have no interest in it, and can't understand why they are so afraid. What a frightening place it must be, if a child feels he needs to bring a gun to school. What kind of modern country still believes that gay marriage should be outlawed, and possession of a joint should land you in jail for life? All the same, Canadians seek opportunities to find themselves south of the border. We don't want to live there, we don't want to be American, we just want to exploit them for their opportunities. For the money. For the career options. As Canadian artists flock to Toronto in hopes of making some money, the thought is always present that the real opportunity lies just to the south. How embarrasing for Canada that all of our talented artist head south, leaving behind their Canadian identity (whatever that means) to acquire fame and fortune there. If we had a music industry, film or television- would the world know that Jim Carrey, Mike Myers and the Barenaked Ladies, all hail from Canada? How do you explain this complicated relationship to someone who is not Canadian?

My Korean friend, Songhee asked me this week-end if it were true that all Canadians wanted to be American. And I launched into an explanation of our love-hate relationship. We hate American values, but we like the opportunity that the much sought-after citizenship presents. Ideally Canadian actors could live in New York, a mere six hours from Montreal by bus- with twice the opportunity. But when we travel abroad, we proudly wear the maple leaf- determined not to be confused for our American cousins. The first Korean word I learned was 'migguk' (American)- so that when I hear it, I know to turn around and clarify that I most certainly am not American. Koreans have a similarly confused relationship with all things American. The military presence is not particularly welcome, and the American district seems to be avoided by Koreans, unless they are accompanied by foreign friends. I don't blame them. It's the only area of the city where I don't feel safe, and though I blend in more, I also get stared at more. It's not the curious glances of people baffled by the colour of my eyes, but the aggresive, desperate stares of military men. I feel the need to distance myself from these people, and proudly declare myself Canadian whenever I make purchases, as it usually results in a 10% Canadian discount. As much as Koreans detest the military presence, they also have a fascination with American culture. American brand names are huge. There are stores dedicated to the sale of Yale and Harvard paraphernalia. Young Korean men are decked out Chicago Bulls jerseys. When they graduate from high school, many Koreans find themselves in the US in an effort to perfect their English. Why this fascination with a culture that they claim to hate? Wearing American labels has come to be associated with being worldly and educated, just like attending English schools. Korean schools fight to find Canadians to teach the American English. Some schools insist that Brits and Australians cover up their accent and try to sound more blandly American. It's all about status and image, and if you can pretend to be up on all things American, then you're regarded as worldly. A strange dynamic, but perhaps more straight forward than the US/Canada relationship.

In a recent issue of K-Scene (an English by-weekly for foreigners in Seoul), an advertisement in the clubs section read:

World Class is an organization in Seoul that brings together all nationalities to discuss world issues and break down cultural barriers and prejudices. We meet once a week. No Canadians please. Contact xxxxxxx@yahoo.com

Being a Canadian with a sense of humour, I laughed at the ad. I thought it was a clever joke, claiming to be an open forum, but requesting no participation from one of the world's most diverse countries. Apparently other Canadians ex-pats failed to see the humour. The magazine received so many complaints, that they pulled the ad and informed its readers that they would begin sensoring classified ads. There was such an uproar that the Korea Herald caught wind of the story and interviewed the offender, who is of course, Canadian. I was dissapointed by the reaction. If there is one thing that for me, defines us as Canadian, it's our ability to laugh at ourselves. It left me wondering if spending time surrounded by Americans abroad makes us feel as though we should be more patriotic. And in becoming more patriotic, do we lose that which sets us apart? If we stop laughing at ourselves, how will we tell the difference between us and the Americans? And if we can't tell, how can the rest of the world?