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They sell you a dream here. A frozen utopia, wrapped in red and white. Hockey-loving, maple-sipping, ever-so-polite Canadians. But where are they? Because in Richmond Hill, Ontario, my only neighbor who’s actually Canadian lives to the right of me. Everyone else? Immigrants. Like me. Like many. Carrying their own histories, their traumas, their silent goals.

And yet… no one seems interested in merging into a larger whole.
Just islands of culture, orbiting around the myth of multiculturalism.

The healthcare? A ghost of its own marketing.
The teachers? Paid less than janitors at York University.
The passport? Blue and powerful, yes, but what’s the cost of that paper privilege?

Meanwhile, $2 million homes are being chased down Winston Churchill Boulevard by new money from the subcontinent. Irony burns hot here—do they even know who Winston Churchill was? The man whose decisions led to the deaths of millions in Bengal. A colonial architect of genocide now lends his name to one of the most sought-after postal codes in Canada.

Has money blinded us so much?
Is debt-fueled aspiration worth the burial of memory?
This system—built on credit, on cheap mortgages, on expensive illusions—does it not perpetuate more subtle forms of violence?
Another kind of genocide—not of bodies, but of truth, of history, of meaning?

And then we talk about Indigenous people like they’re a distant relic—yet their children’s graves are still being uncovered beneath our schools. We call it shocking. Again. And again. And again.

So maybe I’m crazy.
Maybe I should just be thankful I have that shiny blue passport.
That I’m not clutching my old green one, explaining to every customs officer why I deserve to be let through.

But I dream of something different.
A world with no passports. No borders.
A world where identity is what you create in your mind, and your wealth is the value you offer, not the land you inherited or the debt you acquired.
A world where you can live where your soul feels aligned—not where your credit score permits.

Because if we don’t start waking up, we’ll keep living in countries that sell us illusions…
And calling it freedom.