Today I ask that no one look away from the vile anti Muslim prejudice in our midst. I have lived in #LdnOnt for almost a decade and these are the kinds of messages I have received on an ongoing basis.
Love and courage is all we have to give back. Even in the face of the most vile murderous hate that we encounter. #OurLondonFamily
I have had so many family members ask me why I speak up. I speak up because my silence will not save me or my family. I speak up because I am deliberate and unafraid. And I will never stop speaking up against hatred. #LdnOnt#OurLondonFamily
I have a message for any young Muslim who is waking up this morning to a complex and heavy mix of emotions.
Be deliberate and unafraid.
And I have a message for everyone else:
Your silence will not protect you.
This is a matter of life and death for some of us. Walking while Muslim should not be a crime. Immigrants shouldn’t come here, work hard, seek peace, and then be murdered while out for an evening walk on a warm Sunday evening.
Yes, our emotions are raw. Mine are raw too. This beautiful family was one of the first we met when we moved to London. Our kids have played together. Yesterday I had to find the words to explain what happened to my children.
There was a piece in today’s @globeandmail that I won’t link here but feel compelled to share my thoughts about with you all. Essentially, the author, who is a philosopher by discipline, argues that the term BIPOC is un-Canadian and should be replaced by the term FIVM. /1
FIVM is a term the author appears to have made up all by themselves to refer to Francophone, Indigenous, and Visible Minority populations. He writes that French Canadians were victimized by British Colonialism and deserve to be recognized. /2
The author lauds Canadian multiculturalism while stating,
“Canada has not sought to racialize what amount to ethnic differences among peoples.”
There are so many things wrong with this article. It is appalling that such a ridiculous piece was published.
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Tonight I’m grappling with the joy of having my child vaccinated and the sorrow that comes with remembering every Indigenous child that was ripped from their family and suffered in silence at the hands of a genocidal system that continues to wreak havoc to this day.
I’m thinking of my ancestors from places like rural Punjab and Aligarh who fought against Colonialism while simultaneously benefitting from it. I’m wrestling with the tension from these revelations.
I’m struggling with an ambivalent mix of gratitude and grief. Of weight and unbearable lightness. Of wanting to re-emerge while simultaneously wanting to hide in isolation from a cruel and selfish world.
Here in Ontario, I have always believed school closures and openings should be decided at a local level based on the best science available. Every family is different and every kid is different. Here are my thoughts on the current situation as a child/adolescent psychiatrist...
The distances created by the pandemic have polarized our discourse about virtually everything. This polarization is dangerous and doesn’t bode well for the future. Instead of an obsession between opening versus closing how about we resist this narrative? /1
Every kid is different. Every family is different. Some kids are struggling with closures, but some kids are also thriving. Every kid learns differently. We should avoid a ‘one size fits all’ mentality and try to meet kids and families unique needs. /2
I never imagined that wishing and hoping and speaking up for peaceful coexistence in the midst of perennial conflict would become taboo. Yet, that is the state of our angry world.
I have a Muslim faith background. The events of 2001 shattered my sense of identity. In 2003, made a deliberate decision to move outside my comfortable existence and do something completely unexpected for someone like me: I moved to Israel.
I studied medicine at Ben-Gurion University in a unique program that focused on global health. I learned Hebrew and some broken Arabic. I volunteered in migrant clinics and with mobile clinics in Palestine with Physicians for Human Rights. This is me in Seida, near Tulkarm.
On the uses of anger, #AudreLorde 1981: “Anger expressed and translated into action in the service of our vision and our future is a liberating and strengthening act of clarification”
“for it is in the painful process of this translation that we identify who are our allies with whom we have grave differences, and who are our genuine enemies.”
“If I participate, knowingly or otherwise, in my sister's oppression and she calls me on it, to answer her anger with my own only blankets the substance of our exchange with reaction.”