Shameless Self Promotion, for a good cause

October 14, 2010 § Leave a comment

I was on GlobalNews at 6 last night here in Montréal in a story about the Griffintown Horse Palace and our plans to save the Palace from re-development in Griffintown.  Also, The Gazette has a similar story this morning has a story.

Something is Rotten in the Country of Canada

September 6, 2010 § Leave a comment

Seriously, there is something deeply and fundamentally flawed in this country.  According to The Globe & Mail, Ontario is making a push to become the centre of the digital entertainment industry in Canada.  That’s all fine and good until one realises that the industry is presently centred in Vancouver and Montréal.  So, basically, Toronto, backed by the provincial government, is now going to take on the other two major cities in the country, backed by their own provincial governments, in order to see who wins.  This is just wrong.

Certainly, the provinces have had flashpoints, economically speaking, including Québec’s infamous deal with Newfoundland for Churchill Falls.  But that deal was made because Newfoundland lacked the ability to harness the power of Churchill Falls.  Vancouver and Montréal, on the other hand, are already the centre of this industry.  What Toronto and Ontario are doing here is nothing short of cannibalisation.

Something is wrong, very wrong, in this country.

The Shoe on the Other Foot

August 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

Being Canadian, it sometimes feels like we’re the ones on the short end of the stick in global affairs.  We’re the ones the Americans invaded during the War of Independence and again in 1812.  During World War I, the British used our troops as cannon fodder in battles like the Somme.  We have been colonies of the French and the British.  Economically, we’re largely dependent upon the Americans.  Our peoples are descendent from the colonised of the world (ok, so is the rest of the Western world).  In short, I think Canadians like to see themselves as victims, or at least feel like victims far too often.  This is why winning double gold medals in hockey over the Americans at the Olympics is such a big deal.  For that moment, we’re the winners.

The once-great Vancouver band, Spirit of the West, wrote a song back in the early 90s called “Far Too Canadian.”  It’s a lament for our status as hewers of wood and drawers of water, amongst other things.  The lyrics:

I’m so content, to stand in line
Wait and see, pass the time
Talk a streak, fall alseep, wake up late, whine and weep
I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless
I’m so accepting, so defenseless
I am far too Canadian
Far  too  Canadian

I am the face of my country
Experssionless and small
Weak at the knees, shaking badly
Can’t straighten up at all
I watch the spine of my country bend and break
I’m a sorry state.

A sobering thought, that song. And all the cheesy, stupid, lame-brained Molson Canadian ads in the world (apparently has more square feet of “awesomeness per person” than any other nation on Earth) can’t change it.

That being said, we do have our moments, our victories, and our glories.  But we tend to play those down, too (except when they involve gold medals, hockey, and the Olympics).  We’re a modest people, I suppose.

So all of this being said, I’m always surprised to find Canadians on the other side, at least historically-speaking.  Not far from Charlemont, Massachusetts, is the town of Deerfield.  On 29 February 1704, during the War of Spanish Succession, a joint force of 47 French and Canadian soldiers and 200 Mohawk warriors (including the Pocumtuck, who had lived in what is now the Pioneer Valley before the English settlers arrived) raided Deerfield before dawn.  The raid was partly in revenge for the settlers’ violent and callous treatment of the Pocumtuck, which culminated in a massacre  in what is now nearby Montague Township in 1676.

The combined French-Canadian-aboriginal force caught the settlers unaware before dawn and massacred 56 people.  109 people survived the raid, they were captured and made to march 500km north to Québec, in harsh winter conditions.  21 of them either died or were killed during the trek.  Most of those who made it to Québec were eventually ransomed and made their way back to Deerfield.  A few, most notably the pastor’s daughter, Eunice Williams, chose to remain.  Williams spent the rest of her life at Kahanwake, a Mohawk settlement near Montréal, marring a Mohawk man and having a family with him.

The Deerfield Raid was no doubt a traumatic event for the people of the small settlement.  And it has lived on for the past 300 years, it is a foundational story in the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts.  At times, listening to people describe it, reading newspaper stories about the raid, and seeing how it is represented in the pop culture of the Valley, I even get the sense that the trauma of the raid lives on.  Certainly, it is strange for a Canadian to realise the Americans were victims of the colonial era.  It is even more bizarre to realise that one’s ancestors were the ones who caused the trauma.  We are usucally the victims, not the aggressors of historical trauma.

The fact that the 1704 raid lives on in Deerfield, and is largely forgotten in Québec (as France lost that war), is significant.  No doubt it lives on in part because Deerfield’s raison d’être today is as a tourist site.  Historic Deerfield is a national historic site, and the town’s economy centres around the historical experience there, and the 1704 raid factors heavily into it.  It is no doubt the most significant event to have occurred in Deerfield in its 337 year history.  And, as a result of the historicisation of Deerfield, the 1704 raid gets played out, reinterpreted, and re-assessed almost daily by the town’s residents, the historical educators, and the tourists who come to visit.

But for me, a Canadian, the first time I visited Deerfield, on a warm, sunny day in late May 2006, I was stunned to find a place that was traumatised by Canadians, at least a place that was not an aboriginal settlement/reserve.  And as I took in the colonial American scene in front of me that day, I couldn’t help but feel a shudder of fear imagining that 247-man strong force crawling across the plain along the Deerfield River, coming out of the mist and the snow and laying siege to a small frontier settlement.  And every time since that I have driven past, or been into Historic Deerfield, I cannot shake that feeling of terror that the colonist there must’ve felt that cold February morning 306 1/2 years ago.

Historical Consciousness

July 13, 2010 § Leave a comment

So, I’m reviewing and revising a textbook right now (not mine, I’m just the outside expert).  In this textbook, in the Introduction, I have come across the following passage, which I find amusing.  I’m not sure I agree entirely with the idea, but it is an intriguing one for someone who lives in Québec and is a citizen of Canada and who studies Irish history:

In essence, reflecting on human reality means reflecting on ourselves, since we are all humans and nothing in the human experience is completely foreign to us. In this sense, history is to groups of people what psychology is to individuals.  Imagine an historian talking to his “patient”:

You suffer from a colonization complex, compounded by a repressed rebellion and a weak constitution. I recommend that you go through a major political crisis every ten or fifteen years over the next 100 years. Then you should feel a bit better. But your past will follow you until the end of your days, in one way or another. You’ll be better off if you accept it right away.

Vive le Canada!

June 30, 2010 § 1 Comment

Tomorrow, Canada Day, I will be on CJSW radio in Calgary, as part of their new series, “Today in Canadian History“, where I will be talking about the process of Canadian independence between 1848 and 1982.   Details below:

Today in Canadian History launches on Canada Day of 2010. Each episode of the series contains an interview with a Canadian professor, journalist, author, or “everyday” historian and focuses on a unique event or moment that took place on that day in Canadian history. To date, the series has received contributions from over sixty individuals from across Canada.

As a podcast and radio series, Today in Canadian History presents Canada’s past in a unique and accessible manner. The series is designed to be a first step to learning more about our past. We would like to remind Canadians not just about what makes our country great, but what makes it complicated, beautiful, diverse, and ours.

How Can I Listen?

Starting on Canada Day, CJSW will be making the audio available on a variety of platforms. You can listen to the episodes:

  1. Every weekday morning on CJSW 90.9 FM in Calgary and cjsw.com!
  2. On this webpage (audio will be posted every weekday)
  3. On our Facebook page (search, “Today in Canadian History”)
  4. As a podcast (series will be posted in iTunes on Canada Day)

The series is produced by Joe Burima and Marc Affeld. Local jazz musicians Simon Fisk, Steve Fletcher, and Jon May provided original music for the series. Original artwork was provided by Reid Blakley.
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For more information, or to get involved in the series, contact Joe Burima at (403) 220 8033, or todayincanadianhistory@cjsw.com

French Culture in Downtown Montréal

June 22, 2010 § Leave a comment

One of the most persistent complaints of the linguistic nationalists of Québec is about the fate of the French language in downtown Montréal.  They claim it’s an English centre again, that they can’t get served in their own language anymore.   It’s true to a degree, you hear more English in downtown Montréal than anywhere else in the city, but it’s not just because of the old Anglo business class.  It’s also because downtown Montréal is where the tourists go, along with the old city.  And the tourists, largely Americans, like to be served in their own language.  But you want service in French, it’s there. 

But there is a creeping Anglicisation going on here, culturally-speaking anyway.  The downtown movie theatres don’t show French-language films, and if they do, they’re subtitled in English.  There are no French-language bookstores downtown.  There is an Indigo, a Chapters, a few Coles, and Paragraphe, which, despite its name, is an English-language store.  There was a Renaud-Bray near Concordia University, but it closed a few years back and is now a chicken restaurant.  The big Archambault in the old Eatons store is now a clothing store.  The French-language music section of HMV downtown is wanting.  And French-language DVDs there? Forget about it.

Yesterday, I was on a mission.  I wanted to find a québécois film, le 15 fevrier 1839, about the plight of a few Patriote rebels and their execution in prison by the British on 15 February 1839.  Anyway, this was a big film when it came out a few years back, caused a lot of controversy.  One idiot writing in The Hour even claimed the Patriotes were génocidaires.  So, I thought it would be easy to find.  HMV doesn’t carry French-language films, though it does have a big section of French-language TV DVDs.  The movie store in the Carrefour Industrielle-Alliance, its “Section française” is about 3% of the store.  Indigo, forget about it.  So I walked to the Renaud-Bray in Place-des-Arts.  Nope, its film section is all English-language movies.  So, for sure, the big Archambault at the corner of Sainte-Catherine and Berri would have it, correct?  Nope.  Its film section is also about 95% English-language films.  Their québécois section is tiny, and shoved into the back corner of the store.

I don’t get this.  Québécois cinema is the only one in Canada that is actually watched.  People go to québécois films here, they make money, and so on.  But don’t try t0 find québécois films on DVD in downtown Montréal, my friends.  Because they’re not there.  In the end, I had to go up the rue Saint-Denis to Boîte Noîre to find my film.  The Plateau, that is.

The Apocalypse is Nigh

May 16, 2010 § Leave a comment

We interrupt regularly scheduled programming here on Spatialities to bring you the following developing news: this weekend, the Théâtre Corona, here in Montréal, held a 2-night tribute to Phil Collins: Dance into the Light: Le Meilleur de Phil Collins. The Phil Collins impersonator is Martin Levac, billed as “the best impersonator of Phil Collins” in the world, and his show spent last spring at Le Capitol in Québec before embarking on a 20-city European tour.

Yes.  Phil Collins merits a tribute show.  I always thought that in order to merit a tribute, an artist had to be, well, an artist.  A Phil Collins tribute.  WTF?!?

The Irish & Crime in 19th Century North America

May 4, 2010 § 7 Comments

WordPress lets me see what search terms lead people to this site.   Usually, they’re predictable, people searching my name, or Griffintown, or things along those lines.  But today, there is this term: “explain the strong association between the 19th century irish diaspora and crime?”  So, explain I shall.

Yes, this is a stereotype.  But behind this stereotype is some kind of truth.  Yes, the Irish, especially Catholics in inner cities, tended to find themselves in trouble with the law in disproportionate fashion in the 19th century.  This was particularly true in port cities: Montréal, Saint John (NB), Halifax, Boston, New York, Philly.  19th century sailors were hard-living men.  And the consequence of that was an intimate knowledge of the inner workings of police stations in those cities.  And, yes, a lot of those sailors were Irish Catholics.

There was also the matter of labour violence.  The Irish tended to do the kinds of jobs that no one else would, but they also tended to guard their employment jealously, in that if someone else wanted to do their work (free blacks in the States, French Canadians in Québec), they would protect their right to work.  Oftentimes with violence when others threatened to undercut their wages (and the Irish tended to do work on very thin margins to start with).

Connected to this was ethnic/racial violence.  For example, the Bowery B’hoys Riot of 1857 in the Five Points of Manhattan, where the Irish Catholics who had recently settled there were attacked by the nativist gang, the Bowery B’hoys.  Or in York Point, Saint John, in 1849, when the ultra-Protestant Orange Order insisted on marching through an Irish Catholic neighbourhood on the Glorious 12th.  Or more internecine battles in places like Philadelphia between black and Irish workers.

As an aside, this has led to one of the most simplistic arguments I’ve ever come across.  Noel Ignatiev, in his overly dramatic How the Irish Became White (in order to “become white,” you have to first be considered something other than “white,” and I’m not convinced that the Irish were ever seen this way), argues that slavery essentially lasted another generation in the United States because the Irish Catholic immigrants to New York and Philadelphia, poor working-class immigrants, I might add, refused to throw their lot in with the free black populations of those 2 cities prior to the US Civil War.  Had they, he argues, slavery would’ve ended.  So, in essence, Ignatiev argues that the Irish “became white” by siding with the Anglo-Protestant hegemons in the United Sates against the blacks.  Of course, to have expected anything different is just, well, simple.  Why would the Irish side with the blacks?  The blacks were the only other group of people down near the bottom of the socio-econo-cultural totem pole with the Irish.  So, obviously, they’re going to try to distance themselves.

Anyway, I digress.  Political violence.  Well, politics were corrupt in the 19th century, pure and simple, whether it was Tammany Hall in New York, or battles against Anglo-Protestant hegemony in Montréal, corruption was everywhere, and violence was a common tactic by all sides.  The Irish got their shots in just like everyone else.

But the most common reason why the Irish found themselves in trouble with the law in North America wasn’t any of this.  It was the drink.  The Irish were a disproportionate number of public drunks in North American cities, at least in the northeast of the US and Eastern Canada, for much of the 19th century.  But, before we get into stereotypes of the Irish and the drink, let us remind ourselves of something else: they were the working-classes, they lived hard lives of unsteady and dodgy employment in the factories, ports, and canals of these cities.  Their lives were defined by insecurity, in terms of employment, finances, housing.  Inner-cities of Boston, Montréal, New York, Baltimore, in the 19th century were, in many ways, worse than they are today.  Housing was worse, social conditions were worse, welfare states were worse.  And so, not surprisingly, people tended to distract themselves from their problems with alcohol.  And not surprisingly, this means that they ran afoul of the law and ended up getting arrested.  And the Irish, well, they were a significant chunk of the urban working-classes in these cities.  So, no surprise that they appear so frequently in the crime statistics.

Years ago, I was reading a book by my MA supervisor, Jack Little, about state formation in the Eastern Townships of Québec in the mid-19th century.  As the Grand Trunk Railway was being built between Montréal and Portland, ME, in the 1850s, Irish navvies flooded the Townships.  A rash of crime broke out along the rail line, and Stipendiary Magistrate Ralph Johnston was dispatched out to Sherbrooke to investigate.  The results of his investigation surprised him, and in his report to his bosses in Québec City, he stated that the crime was actually committed by non-Irish Catholic, non-navvies.  In short, by locals.  And the Irish-Catholics got the blame. “In the eyes of too many,” Johnston wrote, “their crimes are to be Irish and Catholic.”

Yup, racial profiling existed in the 19th century too.

Recent Readings on the Irish Diaspora

April 26, 2010 § Leave a comment

As I continue to read, deepening my knowledge of the Irish diaspora in the United States and Canada, I find I’m struck by the changing trends in the historiography, in particular the fact that this literature IS diasporic and transnational in nature.  Ever since Kerby Miller published his landmark Emigrants and Exiles in 1985, historians of the Irish in North America have been encouraged to keep an eye on the Irish context.  But, for a long time, this was no more than a cursory glance across the Atlantic Ocean, briefly acknowledging what it was that lead the Irish to leave Ireland in the first place.

But, in the past decade or so, a much deeper understanding of the Irish context has taken root in the literature.  Diasporic Irish historians have been caught up in the debates in Irish historiography, the revisionists v. the post-revisionists, but even the older discussion between revisionists and nationalists.  And what I’m finding interesting is the influence of these Irish historiographical debates on scholars studying the diaspora.  It also seems that it is social scientists, rather than historians, who seem to be caught up in these debates.  I suppose for historians, historiographical debates are so internalised in our work, to openly comment on them seems redundant, at least for some of us.

Take, for example, Reginald Byron’s 1999 study, Irish America, an overly ambitious title for a case study approach to the diasporic Irish of Albany, NY.  Indeed, part of the chip on Byron’s shoulder is that studies of the Irish in the US have focused on the ethnic enclaves of major cities: New York, Boston, Philadelphia, and Chicago, to the detriment of smaller centres, such as Albany.  But then the problem is that Albany itself isn’t all that representative of the larger American context, in that it was a predominately Catholic city, and it, too, is a northeastern city.  Anyway.  Byron is a cynic of the Irish, which is fine, he argues, ultimately, that symbols of Irishness, most notably St. Patrick’s Day, are no longer Irish in nature, they are American, as the Irish have been fully assimilated into the mainstream of American life.  To an extent, I agree.  He bases his conclusion on 500 oral interviews with “Albanians,” most of whom were people who are of Irish descent, amongst others (German, English, French Canadian, Italian, so on).  What he found is that most of the informants had no special knowledge of Ireland and Irish affairs, and did not live their quotidian lives in the Irish fashion, whatever that is.  Fair enough, but when you read into the Irish context he covers, in discussing the historical background as to how Albany became so Irish in the first place, one begins to see the connections.

Byron spends a lot of time attempting to portray Ireland as un nation comme les autres, to borrow from the revisionists of Québec historiography.  Indeed, this is the very goal of the Irish revisionists, who seek to downplay many of the more traumatic events in Irish history as a means to normalise its history within the mainstream of Western Europe.  The problem with this is that there are things that make Ireland exceptional: it was colonised by its neighbour, its Catholic population was oppressed and disenfranchised by the colonising power.  Byron scoffs at the common misconception that the Irish were in permanent rebellion in the 19th century.  Again, to some extent, I do agree.  However, this ignores the fact that the Irish did rebel in 1798, 1847, 1867, and that there were revolutionary, physical force nationalists operated on Irish soil for most of the 19th century leading up to Irish independence and Partition in 1921.  Indeed, the response to the 1798 and 1916 rebellions were particularly draconian on the part of the British colonisers.

Indeed, it was this on-going pattern of rebellion that galvanised the Irish diaspora, especially in Canada and the United States, as nationalist circles were strong in both countries.  Indeed, it was the Irish in North America who raised funds for the independence struggle “back home,” even if Ireland was a country many diasporic Irish never saw, and only knew through stories and memories of their ancestors and more recent immigrants.

But this also leads to problems, as evidenced in Paul Darby’s Gaelic Games, Nationalism, and the Irish Diaspora in the United States.  Darby, who plays Irish football, occasionally comes off more as a fanboy than a scholar in discussing the trials and tribulations of the Gaelic Athletic Association’s American branches, praising their dedication, hard work, and so on, and not acknowledging the American GAA’s biggest problem: an inability to make itself relevant to the diasporic Irish.  The GAA, according to Darby, was incredibly successful within circles of Irish immigrants in the cities he studies: New York, Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco.  But the American GAA faded when immigration from Ireland dried up.

At any rate, the larger issue I have with Darby’s work is that he seems to equate the Irish in North America with Irish nationalism, in that the Irish here were all nationalists.  No doubt this stems from studying a particularly nationalist organisation as the GAA.  But the GAA didn’t speak for all the Irish in North America, even within the contexts of Boston, New York, Chicago, and San Francisco.

Thus, Darby leaves us with a problem that is at the opposite end of the spectrum from Byron.  Whereas Byron wishes to downplay the ruptures of Irish history and identity in Albany, NY, Darby seeks to keep those ruptures in his readers’ minds, in order to explain this strong Irish identity amongst his case studies in New York, Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco.  Surely there is a common ground between Byron and Darby.

Indeed, my own work, as well as that of many others (Rosalyn Trigger and David Wilson, for example) explore the ambivalences and ambiguities of the Irish in North America.  It is too simplistic to say, as Byron does, that they became assimilated into the mainstream of North American culture and politics (if they did, JFK wouldn’t have been identified as an Irish-Catholic American), or to say that the Irish in North America = Irish nationalists, as Darby does.

Canada and Russia: Stereotypes Inverted

April 10, 2010 § Leave a comment

Growing up in Canada in the 1980s, the Cold War was kind of an abstract concept.  Sure, we had the occasional drill to learn what to do in case of nuclear attack, but the larger context of the Cold War was missing.  Except when it came to hockey.  That was the Cold War here.  It began in 1972, Canada and the Soviets played an 8-game Summit Series of hockey, 4 games in Canada, then 4 games in Russia.  Canadians thought it would be a cakewalk.  After Game 4 in Vancouver, Canada was booed off the ice after losing 5-3.  Heading to the USSR, Canada was trailing 2 games to 1 in the series (the 4th game had been a tie).  Team Canada’s Phil Esposito reacted to the booing in Vancouver in a post-game interview:

Canada came back to win the series, scoring at the last minute in Moscow.  Legends were built around this series, and, in part, around Esposito’s rant.  As Canada and the Soviet Union met up in international play throughout the 70s and 80s, a stereotype emerged of both nations, based on their hockey players.  Canada, we were the good guys, the passionate hockey players, who’d do anything to win.  The Soviets, they were the heartless commies, mechanistic and humourless.  The international series went back and forth.  Even club teams got into it.  Apparently the greatest hockey game of all-time was played on New Year’s Eve, 1975, at the Montréal Forum, as the Montréal Canadiens played Central Red Army to a 3-3 draw.

So, given these stereotypes, I had to laugh this afternoon reading the local Montréal English-language newspaper, The Gazette.  Canada’s Minister of Foreign Affairs, Lawrence Cannon, is in the Arctic this week, having just touched down in Resolute Bay, Nunavut, to inspect the activities of Canadians working on proving Canada’s claims to the Arctic Archipelago before the 2013 deadline.  Cannon was impressed with their work, but not so impressed with the actions of the Russians.

The Russians are planning a few maneouvres in the Arctic, including dropping two paratroopers onto the North Pole to belatedly commemorate the 60th anniversary of a similar exercise in 1949.  Said Cannon:

It was interesting . . . to see our Canadians working extremely hard to collect the data, to be able to make sure that we do submit to the commission by 2013 the extended mapping and our scientific data.  On the other hand, we have the Russians playing games as to who can plant a flag or who can send paratroopers there. I thought the contrast was striking. We take our job seriously, and it seemed to me that the Russians were just pulling stunts.

[Cross-posted at Current Intelligence].

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