When I arrived in Vancouver, B.C. in the early 70’s I felt as though I were a “stranger in a strange land”. Having been raised in WASP enclaves, I hadn’t been exposed to other cultures or races. All throughout my public schooling (in New Jersey and Missouri) there were no “children of colour” in any of my classes. Not one. This made my arrival in Vancouver a cultural circus of colours, smells and sounds.
Much of what seems real only exists because enough people believe it. Our culture is based on a number of core beliefs. I am a hard core skeptic and a seeker of the truth. I continue to avoid joining groups as it inevitably means accepting their beliefs, which is what they hold in common and make them a group. I choose knowing over believing and am not afraid to say “I don’t know”. (more…)