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A couple more Canadians were/are sad but never cared

Came across this article yesterday, on the subject of Canadians are sad but never really cared. 

The focus of the piece is the refugee sponsor’s feelings about people they did not know and apparently, eight months after resettlement, still do not know.

There is something truly bizarre about the piece, which I gather was unsolicited/ not commissioned by the Globe, but rather of a grab for free content:

Facts & Arguments is a daily personal piece submitted by readers.

In any case, the writer simply talks about themselves and their rushing to prepare for the family’s arrival, the hurdles they faced to pull it all together in time. Since…

Eight months have passed since our family arrived. How are they doing? In all truthfulness, I am not exactly sure.

There is something that has gone without explanation and that is how the sponsorship agreement could have gone through without an apartment or basement being secured. I know groups who have already rented apartments for more than six months awaiting their sponsorship family’s arrival. So to in contrast have to secure everything in the last minute carries a burden of explanation.

Finally, the use of pronouns in the final paragraph:

And so, when I get asked how the Syrian family is doing, I am sometimes overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed by the experiences I have had over the past year, by the caring of our sponsorship group, by the struggles of our family and, more recently as I watch the political events of this year unfold, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for being born in Canada and for the opportunity to participate in refugee sponsorship.

So that’s six “I”s and two “our”s.

You might think the non-naming of the (real people) Syrians is an intentional move in favour of privacy, but some of the family are in fact named earlier in the piece. Even if we were controlling for privacy considerations, the remove with which they are referred to is both real and considerable. Also, there is such a thing as pseudonyms, used prolifically in this space, with the singular exception of Hosam’s story.

In a similar spirit to the above article’s, when someone wrote to me on the internet after I posted about Hosam, I offered them some recommended, impactful ways by which they could involve themselves (donate to MSF, for example). They weren’t interested in that, but rather:

Ah, I had forgot this is about you and which world you would prefer. Do tell. The sentiments of a self-described millionaire.

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