You know, I don’t often vent here. Unlike several other blogs I follow, one of which is truly cringe inducing (it’s someone I know and it’s like an accident scene, I just keep going around the block) I really don’t think my opinion is of any interest to anyone. But this weekend I watched Rex Murphy’s feeble attempt to hide his xenophobic egg head opinion by “rationalizing” a slow down in bringing Syrian refugees to Canada. Watch this train wreck here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3f9l-33VS6E.
Then I listened to Michael Enright’s editorial this morning on the Sunday Edition and burst into tears because he is so SANE!! So sensitive!! So human!! Read it here: http://www.cbc.ca/radio/thesundayedition/muslims-against-terror-starving-isis-of-and-arms-pope-francis-s-climate-letter-radical-divesting-1.3326005/the-truth-about-syrian-refugees-and-how-they-ll-get-here-michael-s-essay-1.3326072 .
My father, conscripted into the German war machine at 18, had clipped a poem from a newspaper and saved it in his photo album. This is the album that we were never allowed to look at as kids and it was only once my father’s dementia had progressed to the point where he had forgotten why we couldn’t look at it, did he show it to us and explain who the people were in the pictures. (There were a lot of girl “cousins” which I took as code for girlfriends.)
The poem exists in various forms but the meaning is very clear.
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me..
Written by Pastor Martin Niemöller after the second war about the “rationalization” of people who witnessed atrocities and did nothing because it didn’t affect them, it perfectly illustrates why we have to stand up for those who can’t stand for themselves. Donald Trump would have people wearing yellow stars. Shame!! Shame!! Shame!! The people who bombed Paris were French and Belgian nationals. They could have travelled to Canada without even a visa!! Beating a woman picking up her kids at school cause she’s wearing a head scarf?!? Spitting at others on the subway?!? Torching mosques?!? Really?!? What kind of a country are we living in?? Think about it.
Rant over–even though I could go on. I prefer to talk about food.
Today I roasted rabbit legs.
There’s lots of meat on the front legs but they are fussy to eat. After roasting, I deboned and shredded the meat for taquitos. I added cream cheese, juice from the roasting pan, cumin, jalapeños, and garlic.
Served with diced avocado in lime juice, red onions, home salsa and sour cream they were both light and satisfying.
Dessert was a Tarte Tatin. Apples slow cooked in brown sugar caramel, covered in butter pastry and baked till golden.
Flipping it out of the cast pan was the hardest part.
I am so fortunate to live in Canada and live the life I do. My father was a refugee of sorts after the war and my mothers’ father left Russia in 1907, in the lead up to the revolution. We are all refugees. We have so much and we can share.