|Anti-Fascists Heading to War|
We all get sent out anyway and we always sign up for the privilege.
Those who have read this blog over the years will know that I've devoted a good number of posts about what it was like growing up with a disabled parent, one who went overseas and did not come back the same.
Today the Conservative right is on the attack against what they've named "Anti-Fa" an abbreviation of anti-fascist.
I grew up with an anti-fascist, one who was blown up pretty much from ankle to eyebrow and yet hung on almost until the age of 92. My dad.
His generation wasn't the first in Canada's proud anti-fa tradition. That officially came into being with the formation of the Mackenzie-Papineau brigade.
Not many years later Canadians in scores of thousands became Mk. 2 anti-fascists as they enlisted to battle a German fascist, Hitler. Young men, some just boys, guys like my dad and my uncle Bud. From Halifax they boarded troop ships often piped aboard to "Farewell to Nova Scotia." A good many of them never set foot in Canada again. More still returned broken.
And yet, when fascists take to our own streets, we're not supposed to push back? And we're supposed to tolerate the political party that has coddled, energized and mobilized these extremists. Because "anti-fa" has become a pejorative in their sick minds. Not in your dad's time or your grandpa's time.
Please, not in my time and not in yours either.
For those unfamiliar with, "Farewell, Nova Scotia" here's a version sung by Gordon Lightfoot accompanied by the sometimes magical guitar of the late Red Shea.