Monday, November 12, 2018

Statistics


The Underbelly of China's Impoverished Rural Regions
Image Source:
From February 2017 article: Social transfers in rural China: Do they contribute to poverty reduction?
In press release by Leibniz Institute of Agricultural Development in Transition Economies
Photo: Zhanli Sun © IAMO



Here is an email correspondence I recently had regarding statistics:



Dear---,

I hope you are doing well. I am sorry that I can no longer attend the meetings that --- organizes. Hopefully my schedule will change in the near future .

I would like to ask your advice as a statistician on current global population movements, and if you have any suggestions on how I can find reliable information on the following issue.

Here in Mississauga (a suburb of Toronto), I am seeing an incredible rise in Chinese immigrants. Usually immigrants from non-Western countries have relatively low incomes, and past Chinese immigrants have been no different. But this latest influx is of wealthy Chinese.

Would you know how to find out the population statistics on current Chinese in China? For example what percentage of the population is wealthy, and what is poor? Or if there is a substantial middle class (by Western standards)? My gut feeling is that the majority of Chinese haven't broken into that middle class range and still live at some level of poverty. These wealthy Chinese immigrants may also be camouflaging a temporary gain in money, as their financial sources in China dwindle sooner than later.

For example, the frenzy over real estate in Toronto (and Vancouver) by Chinese may reach a crisis when (I believe, and not if) mortgages become difficult to keep up. These Chinese also are not citizens and can simply "go back home" when things get tough, after they have disrupted the financial climate of these countries.

To make a long question simpler: is there any statistical information on the Chinese population both in China (and I guess Hong Kong) and those who have recently moved/immigrated to the US and Canada?

I am in the process of writing a book on Mississauga and the effects of immigration, both historical and contemporary, on the city's development.

Thanks,

Kidist

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Kidist,

No, unfortunately. I don't have any sources, more than you could get from on-line searching. Hard to trust data in any case, China being what it is.

Hope the book goes well!

---

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Thanks, ----, for your insight.

But did you mean "hard to trust data in any case China being what it is"

to be:

"hard to trust data from China in any case China being what it is"

China is especially deceitful, and now they have a global plan. They are now all over Africa in a strange form of colonization. What we see is them dumping their own workers by the thousands from the underbelly of their impoverished rural regions into Africa to work in their factories which they "promise" these African leaders will bring them work and prosperity.

As you may know I have an ABD in Nutritional Sciences (from the University of Connecticut) and it was fascinating how we could "manipulate" data to mean what we wanted it to say especially with population studies (epidemiology). My work which relied on clinical data (Vitamin B12 deficiency) had all the "hard" data but still the health planners and others - especially my university professors seeking huge government grants - could translate it to mean what they wanted it to. I quit the program before my results got published (in various clinical journals).

Kidist

Richness of Soul in the People’s Life

Richness of Soul in the People’s Life
By: Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira



Among other precious pieces of the National Museum of Ancient Art in Lisbon, Portugal, is a Crèche carved by Joaquim Machado de Castro in the 17th century. Above, you can see details from that Crèche showing the shepherds coming to adore the Divine Infant.

The sculptor’s intent was to represent people from the Judean countryside at the time of the birth of Our Lord, the often ragged and threadbare shepherds of the East. However, the features, attitudes and essence of these figures in his work correspond to the people living in the area surrounding the artist, that is, the good simple people of the countryside in Portugal in the 17th century.

At a first glance, this scene might create an impression of disorder in some observers. We are accustomed to the disciplined and soulless crowds of large modern cities, the masses who file silently into movie theaters or grimly and hurriedly cross the streets when a traffic light or policeman’s whistle stops the flow of cars to let them pass. These crowds have become so soulless and standardized that at huge public gatherings they applaud as if they were one huge entity, in which the individual personalities were dissolved like drops of water in the ocean.



From this perspective, the group of people in our picture above - a detail from the Crèche of St. Vincent de Fora - seems strange. Having heard the angelic message, everyone is running to find the Crib. Even the dog in the foreground is rushing. But the individual character of each figure is so distinct and pronounced that the group as a whole has something of effervescent and chaotic.

And indeed every face, every way of walking or running, expresses an entirely personal reaction regarding the Glad Tidings. The two boys in front seem to be moved simply by curiosity with the real and often excessive nonchalance of childhood. A more mature peasant with dilated eyes shining with joy and an intelligent face seems to have discerned the significance of the great event. Beside him, an old man with a raised brim hat shouts and cries with emotion. In the background, a hooded and white-bearded figure, who is hurrying yet still meditative, shows he is deeply moved.

Each soul in this group of lucid illiterates is like an interior world from which flows the expression of a vibrant personality.

Unlearned, illiterate, they were not subjected to the terrible process of standardization in the mechanical civilization of the 20th century. Their thinking has not been imposed by the same newspapers, their sensitivities modeled by the same films, their attention subjugated all day to the magnetic attraction of radio and television.

This reminds us of the admirable – and never sufficiently quoted – passage of Pius XII about "the people and the masses": "The people and the shapeless multitude, that is to say, the masses, are two distinct concepts.

“The people lives and moves by its own life. The masses are inert of themselves and can only be moved by an external agent. The people lives from the fullness of life of the men who compose it, each of whom - in his proper place and way - is a person conscious of his own responsibilities and convictions.

“The masses, on the contrary, wait for an external influence, and are the easy toy in the hands of whoever exploits their instincts or impressions, ready to follow this banner today and that other one tomorrow.

“From the exuberant life of a true people, a rich and abundant life is diffused in the State and all its organs, infusing them with ever-renewed vigor, the consciousness of its own responsibility and a true sense of the common good " (Radio message of Christmas of 1944).

Sunday, November 11, 2018

"Put on the whole armour of God"


Canadian Men's Chorus
In Flanders Fields
Composed by Stephen Chatman
Text by John McCrae




Ephesians Chapter 6, Verses 10-24

10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.

11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;

15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;

16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;

19 And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel,

20 For which I am an ambassador in bonds: that therein I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.

21 But that ye also may know my affairs, and how I do, Tychicus, a beloved brother and faithful minister in the Lord, shall make known to you all things:

22 Whom I have sent unto you for the same purpose, that ye might know our affairs, and that he might comfort your hearts.

23 Peace be to the brethren, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

24 Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen. (To the Ephesians written from Rome, by Tychicus.)

Remembering

Below is my post on Remembrance Day 2015, when I attended the event at the Mississauga Civic Centre. I will add the rest of the 2015 post in a follow up article.



Bagpiper: Firefighter Joel Glaude

I attended the November 11 Remembrance Day event at Celebration Square. I went with some trepidation, since these public events always end up disappointing me. I was not, in my lack of expectations, disappointed.

We had just recently finished Canada's elections, where the country chose a "lisping liberal" as I describe Justin Trudeau, the forty-something "young" Prime Minster, who nonetheless is not the youngest PM of the country. That label goes to Joe Clark, who was still a thirty-something 39 when he assumed office. And, he was a conservative, to boot.

I wrote to a friend, which I've recorded in the podcast posted below the excerpt:
Trudeau, the lisping liberal, won the federal elections. He is married to a French-speaking Quebec woman, and I wonder what language they speak at home? I think it is French. Poor English Canada, with enemies from all sides. It was a depressing outcome, but then again, we will now have up front everything that the liberals want (or dream of). One of which is to advance the agendas of the "new" Canadians, by which they mean the Third World ethnic Canadians.

Harper, in one of his speeches, used "Old Stock" Canadians, by which he meant the English, Scottish, Irish, and even French (Quebec) conservative Canadians. I don't think it was a slip, and he meant it as a contrast to what we're seeing now, which is an ethnic, non-white, liberal population.

Harper, in one of his speeches, used "Old Stock" Canadians, by which he meant the English, Scottish, Irish, and even French (Quebec) conservative Canadians. I don't think it was a slip, and he meant it as a contrast to what we're seeing now, which is an ethnic, non-white, liberal population.

This actually goes some ways to prove my thesis that Mississauga has become a Third World enclave, a part of which is Muslim.

I said recently that we should look for the next suicide bomber/jihadi in Canada to come from Mississauga.

My work is cut out for me. Now, I know I am really separate, from my family and "friends."

I expect there will be a further exodus of whites away from here into the surrounding small towns (those racist towns...), and let Mississauga, etc. deteriorate as would a Third World city. Already, in my building, the majority, I should really say ALL, the residents are Indians or Chinese. And appliances, elevators, the cardboard wall separating rooms, are showing wear and tear, despite the building being relatively new. I see a few elderly whites who were lured here as an ideal place for retirees. They always look bewildered, and are uncharacteristically silent in the elevators, where it is Canadian manners to at least say hello. I think they are also beginning to leave, as other whites also left in droves.
The full podcast is here.

What was striking about this Remembrance Day memorial was the crowd that came to the event. It was a replica, a demonstration, of the government and the country which Trudeau is building. Starting with the city's officials, we had a smorgasbord of ethnics, from Chinese to Hindu (and Sikh, one mustn't forget the fine details of ethnic identity), who all came in honor of those brave Canadian soldiers, who fought and died for King and Country.

Among this illustrious group is Omar Alghabra, Member of Parliament for Mississauga Centre, who:
- has condemned CanWest newspapers for labelling groups like Hamas and Hizbollah "terrorist" groups
- has welcomed al-Jazeera to Canada and railed against any restrictions on it, but condemned the CRTC for allowing the "abusive" Fox News Channel in[to Canada
- who, in the wake of the Arab riots at Concordia [University] that shut down a speech by former Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, had the temerity to blame Jewish students for silencing campus discussions, and supported an Arab conference on campus whose stated mission was the elimination of Israel
- who has called for the total abolition of Canada's anti-terrorism laws; and
- who was stopped at the U.S. border and searched and fingerprinted—whether that was by reason of demographic profiling, or because he was on a watch list is uncertain.
[Source: Ezra Levant at the Western Standard] [Note: Since this 2018 post I have distanced myself from Levant’s views on Jews. Kidist Paulos Asrat: Nov 10, 2023]
Levant continues:
What is certain is that Alghabra turned it into an opportunity to gain media face time, Maher Arar-style, as an anti-American, anti-security mouthpiece.

Omar Alghabra after placing his poppy on a wreath (this placing one's poppy on a wreath has become a Canadian tradition)

Other members of the Canadian government who were present:

Navdeep Bains, standing to Alghabra's left in the photo below:



Iqra Khalid, the Indian woman in the red coat:



The woman in the black attire (in mourning?) is the poet laureate of Mississauga, Anna Yin, who read the traditional poem, In Flanders Fields.


Muslim audience for the Muslim MP


Chinese audience for the Chinese Poet Laureate


Who is there he for? Perhaps for the old veteran, who came to talk about his war experiences.



Veteran soldier is Major (Retr'd) Bob Holliday presenting at the event

Below is the poem Major Holliday recited (full presentation in the podcast below), of a young boy who grows up to be a young man, ready to go to war. It could have been written for this young boy, in Mississauga in 2015, who was watching and listening attentively, and seriously. And he is wearing a poppy.
Please Wear A Poppy
By Don Crawford

"Please wear a poppy," the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on care-free feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady," said he, "may I have one?"
When she'd pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today?"

The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.
And because they did, you and I are free -
That's why we wear a poppy, you see."

"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
and became a man - as you will, too."

"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,
I'll be back soon, Mom, so please don't cry."

"But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire."

"Till at last, at last, the war was won -
And that's why we wear a poppy son."
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come back all right?"

A tear rolled down each faded check;
She shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
Thought our freedom was bought - and thousands paid!

And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne,
By those who gave their very all
When asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy! Remember - and give!
Major Holliday, half way through the poem, at the part: "Goodbye, I'll be back soon, Mom, so please don't cry," started to tear up, and wiped his eyes, fully feeling the horror the young man in the poem would live through, as he had done.



Podcast of veteran soldier Major (Retr'd) Bob Holliday reciting "Please Wear A Poppy."



How may Sikh or Muslim or Chinese young children will grow up to fight a future Hitler? Will the Middle Eastern Canadian soldiers really go out to war to fight the Iranians? Will a Sikh march off to war with Indians (perhaps that is not such a stretch, since inter-ethnic rivalries do end up on the war field in that country)? Will the Chinese confront his Chinese ancestors back in his homeland when called to the Canadian army?

But such aggressions may be sooner than we expect, and even on our own soil.

Here is a photograph of the young boy, and the people surrounding him:



And why wasn't he chosen to lay a wreath? Why was it, if we pursue this thought, that both were girls? Why not boys, or one boy and one girl? And why were both non-white?


Two representatives of Mississauga's youth laying a wreath, costumed in black

This young boy was strangely alone. I couldn't see any father, mother, or sibling next to him. He was like an apparition, watching, observing, figuring things out.

His jacket also looks like some kind of army camouflage.

Yin has arrived at the pinnacle of the West's equality cult. She has all the requisites: woman, immigrant, non-white - or "ethnic" - and relatively young (I assume Yin isn't forty yet).

The two girls, a Chinese and an Indian, in the photograph above, who were given the honor of laying a wreath, are from the region's school. Both girls were wearing black tops and pants, like the Poet Laureate. Did they coordinate their mourning attire with Yin's? Yin is going around schools "promoting" poetry, so I wouldn't be surprised if they planned to "dress" like her. Isn't the blood-red of the poppy enough symbolism? It is the strange nihilism of non-whites I see all the time, where color and decoration are discarded, as though there is nothing to choose from. Even a Remembrance Day does not warrant such nihilistic, false mourning. After all, the poem does say:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
It is a poem about war, and death, but above all about the insistence of life.


Anna Yin in black

Canadian Men's Chorus singing In Flanders Fields




Bagpiper: Firefighter Joel Glaude

Captain Paul Simpson of the City of Mississauga Fire and Emergency Services Honour Guard salutes in honor of the soldiers:






A Soldier's Salute
Major (Retr'd) Bob Holliday


[All Photos by KPA]

Anna Yin: Mississauga's Inaugural Chinese Poet Laureate

My original article was titled:Remembering Canada, and I wrote it around Remembrance Day in November 2015.

The article discusses several issues around remembering Canada, but here, I will focus on one issue: Mississauga's (Chinese) Poet Laureate.

This is what wrote, where I notice a young boy in the ceremonial crowd a young white boy:
Here is a photograph of the young boy, and the people surrounding him:



And why wasn't he chosen to lay a wreath? Why was it, if we pursue this thought, both were girls? Why not boys, or one boy and one girl?

This young boy was strangely alone. I couldn't see any father, mother, or sibling next to him. He was like some angelic apparition, watching, observing.

His jacket looks like army camouflage, camouflaged as a contemporary young boy's fashion statement, as though he were ready for war.

What will he do when he is of age to join the army? Which army will he join? What foes will he be willing to fight? Will he have a country, Canada, by then, where clear loyalties and allegiances can be forged, or will he become increasingly confused and alienated? Perhaps he will be the second Charles Martel, this time fighting enemies within, a delicate and much harder mission. Will he be up to that challenge?

Yin has arrived at the pinnacle of the West's equality cult, but a cult which excludes this young white boy. Equality is for the likes of her: woman, immigrant, non-white - or "ethnic."

Below is a photograph of two girls from the region's school, a Chinese and an Indian, who were given the honor of placing a wreath at the ceremony. Both girls were wearing black tops and pants, like Yin. Did they co-ordinate their macabre attire with Yin's? Yin is going around schools "promoting" poetry, so I wouldn't be surprised if they planned to "dress" like her. Isn't the blood-red of the poppy symbolism enough ? It is the strange nihilism I see all the time, and even the vibrant and colorful ethnics have embraced it, where color and decoration are discarded for a strange, fetishistic mourning black.

And some words on Yin, who also wore black to this ceremony:
Again, I am struck by Yin's casual attire, as though she had no genuine respect for the occasion, and was there simply as an invited guest to a function which she doesn't really believe in, or has any attachment to.

But Remembrance Day doesn't warrant such nihilistic, false mourning. After all, the poem does say:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
It is a poem about war, and death, but above all about the insistence of life after war, and a firm and stubborn insistence on the continuity of life.


Anna Yin in black


Yin Reading in Flanders Fields

Yin has written a poem about her thick Chinese accent, in anticipation of her critics. She stresses that she came as an immigrant, with limited knowledge of English, and started to write poems after taking ESL (English as a Second Language) classes. But, that doesn't change the reality that a Chinese woman, with an incomprehensible Chinese accent, reads a quintessential Canadian poem. And everyone stands politely listening. Below the text is a video of Yin reciting her poem "My Accent."
My Accent

It is charming.
I assure you.
I assure myself,
and choose to believe so.

Languages have colors.
I want to show you my tender blue.
But you cut off with fork and knife,
quicker than my chopstick taps.

My accent grows trees,
trails and winding roads
to west coast landscape.
It points to the open sky;
yet clouds are too heavy
and form raindrops.

My papers collect them
then dry in silence.
I have hesitated many times
before I speak;
now it develops teeth.
Even with gaps between,
I decide
…this is my voice.



Here is how Yin introduces her poem "My Accent" at a poetry reading:
Speaking of Racism, for those who don’t believe I can write poems in English… I have written “My Accent”…

But I do have many people believed in me and supported me and helped me. Thanks a lot.
ESL classes did not help her with her relative pronouns.

And of course, as all accented (and even the non-accented) Third Worlders know so well, Canada is full of white racists.

So, we hand out, gratuitously, prestigious prizes to anyone who shows up and picks up the pervading (non)wisdom by simply uttering those magic words - "racist" - or evokes that emotion of guilt, and specifically white guilt, demanding that we owe them everything we've fought for, including our art and literary standards.

Yin is just another racist whose target is those whites who have given her everything, including a safe and peaceful country. And her poetry is infused with allusions to China which she left behind for these greener pastures, but a place she will never leave psychically, or even physically. It is an error to think that her predecessor Chinese have assimilated, or melded into the Canadian culture. They are simply carving out their own China, however diluted from the original it may seem, as will she. Her advantage is that she has ample support for this, both from her these long-term Chinese residents and their Chinese-Canadian safe haven, and from the guilt-ridden, "racist" contemporary whites.

Below is the Chinese version of Yin's poem The Woman Within Her House, from here:



This poem could have been written for the young boy above:

Here is the English version:
The Woman Within her House

Around the doorway, you wander,
breathe in two languages.

Remembrance is a house
with two back yards.
You want to add windows.
Not for increasing its value,
nor to make it pretty.
Just because you live there.

The wind swings the door open—
shadows float in moonlight.
Someday you’ll get tired
and list the house for sale.

But somewhere else, behind a door,
whispers imitate languages.

Nobody knows where you have been—
the rain is like a curtain,
your face veiled.

"Whispers imitate languages" is a clever and creepy allusion to the babbling Babylon Canada has become. Yet, Yin does not try to overcome it, with her seemingly valiant grasp of the English language. Instead, she is keeping her babble, she is keeping her Chinese language, and adding it to the mix. She has no intention of dismantling this Babel.

(By the way, other non-English-speaking foreigners have reached much higher levels of erudition with the English language. She's not breaking any frontiers. Joseph Conrad, among others, learned English later in life, and used it as his language of authorship. Earning a multiculturalism policy influenced small-town literary award does not put Yin in that league of men. One could argue the same for Indians who write in English, but Indians speak English practically from birth, and they are bilingual, rather than late-learners of the language.)

Now, here is the most significant part of this entry on Mississauga's Poet Laureate. Below is a photograph of Yin in Ottawa to celebrate the Chinese New Year in Parliament Hill, last year. She stands like some dignitary from China, surrounded by the flags of Communist China. Here is what the Chinese flag signifies:
The flag of the People's Republic of China is a red field charged in the canton (upper corner nearest the flagpole) with five golden stars. The design features one large star, with four smaller stars in a semicircle set off towards the fly (the side farthest from the flag pole). The red represents the communist revolution; the five stars and their relationship represent the unity of the Chinese people under the leadership of the Communist Party of China (CPC). Sometimes, the flag is referred to as the "Five-star Red Flag."













Saturday, November 10, 2018

The Chinese in Mississauga


Art Gallery of Mississauga director Mandy Salter presenting a Chinese "delegate"
with a First Nations textile durng the delegation's visit to the AGM


A mysterious "Chinese Delegation" was apparently in Mississauga last week. According to an events planner whom I found dismantling a conference in the hallway of the Mississauga Civic Centre in which they had participated, they were visiting the various museums around Mississauga, including the Art Gallery of Mississauga.

I could find no information on this group, not in the websites of the many Chinese organizations in Mississauga, not at the various museum sites. I found only the photo (plus three others) above at the AGM's instagram and a few more at the gallery's twitter page. But even there the information is scant, such as the instagram caption: "This morning [October 31], we had the absolute honour of touring the gallery with our guests from the Chinese Delegation. It was a pleasure hosting them and we hope to see them all soon!"

What is astonishing about the photo above is the reverence with which the AGM's curator Mandy Salter presents the piece of cloth, and the slightly confused awe with which the "Chinese Delegate" receives it, as though she was caught up in Salter's trance-like behaviour but couldn't emulate it.

I wonder if Salter would present a Homer Watson painting with equal delicacy? Of course not! In fact, she wouldn't present one at all, as she demonstrated to this illusive Chinese delegation. And the very fact that one of his pieces, so artistic and so refined, is not showcased in a gift-giving protocol tells everything.

As Kendra Ainsworth, then Assistant Curator at the AGM (and now no longer there - see this recent post) wrote in the Watson exhibition catalogue in 2015:
For colonial settlers [sic], Homer Watson, and for Canadians of European heritage today the Canadian landscape is something one can easily place oneself in, whereas for First Nations peoples, interactions with the Canadian landscape are much more politicized. To even consider a truthful representation of landscape we must ask who lives in this landscape and how are they allowed to interact with it?
[Kendra Ainsworth. The Quest for the True North(s), In Beyond The Pines: Homer Watson and the Contemporary Canadian Landscape. 2015]
The AGM's website "About" page has the following:
LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The Art Gallery of Mississauga (AGM) would like to acknowledge and give thanks to the land on which we work. The AGM is a respectful guest upon the Traditional Treaty Territory of the Mississauga’s of the Credit First Nation and traditional homeland of the Anishinaabe, Wendat and Haudenosaunee nations. We are thankful to the many First Nations, Inuit, Métis and global Indigenous peoples who call this region home.

The AGM is committed to recognizing and incorporating diverse Indigenous perspectives within exhibitions and programming, and highlighting the numerous Indigenous artists who have contributed to this gallery. The AGM is dedicated to providing a platform for contemporary Indigenous art and curatorial practices, and hosts events and programs that reflect various cultural topics and identities.
These Chinese visitor delegates have a steep learning curve.

Dog-Eat-Dog World of Canadian Art (Update)


Kendra Ainsworth
Former Curator of Contemporary Art at the Art Gallery of Mississauga
Self-absorption is a necessary requirement for a career in the arts


What happened to Kendra Ainsworth, the (former?) Curator of Contemporary Art at the Art Gallery of Mississauga? She is not on the list of staff members in the gallery's brand new website, and has recently put up her own website which looks like a job search platform.

Her Linked In page has no mention of her Mississauga position:
Curator, writer, and arts administrator based in Toronto. Strongly committed to supporting artists and to ensuring contemporary art galleries are intellectually, physically and emotionally accessible spaces for visitors to engage with arts, culture and their communities.
And her employment chronology indicates that she stopped working for the AGM on June 2018, and that she is currently a "freelance curator and writer."

The contemporary art world is a dog-eat-dog world where the major actors (for now) are the non-White immigrant artists. Perhaps Ainsworth inadvertently insulted some of them? It's not hard to do especially since she comes from that racist white race and has to ALWAYS toe the line if she (and her ilk) want any promotions, salary increases, bonuses and vacation pay. Or even just to keep her job. Or she was just incompetent, to give those gallery leaders some credit, but I don't think so. She did put up an ambitious program about three years ago on an Ontario artist Homer Watson, perhaps a moment when she peaked, displaying her true interest, and used all her creative resources. The rest of her tenure at the AGM was likely her toeing the line.

In any case it is hilarious! She was part of the team that demeaned me several times, including setting the Mississauga cops on me for asking questions at AGM panels and presentations.


Vancouver Vacation
Kendra Ainsworth's July 2017 Facebook post (and dialogue):

- Sanam Goudarzi Beauty! Where is this?
- Kendra Ainsworth East Sooke park on Vancouver Island!
- Sanam Goudarzi Lovely! We leave for BC in the morning. I will try and add this to my trip!
- Kendra Ainsworth Oh my gosh, if you have time, yes! So gorgeous and such great hiking!
Who's going to pay for all those vacations?

Dog-Eat-Dog World of Canadian Art


Kendra Ainsworth
Former Curator of Contemporary Art at the Art Gallery of Mississauga
Self-absorption s a necessary requirement for a career in the arts


What happened to Kendra Ainsworth, the (former?) Curator of Contemporary Art at the Art Gallery of Mississauga? She is not on the list of staff members in the gallery's brand new website, and has recently put up her own website which looks like a job search platform.

Her Linked In page has no mention of her Mississauga position:
Curator, writer, and arts administrator based in Toronto. Strongly committed to supporting artists and to ensuring contemporary art galleries are intellectually, physically and emotionally accessible spaces for visitors to engage with arts, culture and their communities.
And her employment chronology indicates that she stopped working for the AGM on June 2018, and that she is currently a "freelance curator and writer."

The contemporary art world is a dog-eat-dog world where the major actors (for now) are the non-White immigrant artists. Perhaps Ainsworth inadvertently insulted some of them? It's not hard to do especially since she comes from that racist white race and has to ALWAYS toe the line if she (and her ilk) want any promotions, salary increases, bonuses and vacation pay. Or she was just incompetent, to give those gallery leaders some credit.

In any case it is hilarious! She was part of the team that demeaned me several times, including setting the Mississauga cops on me for asking questions at AGM panels and presentations.


Vancouver Vacation
Kendra Ainsworth's July 2017 Facebook post (and dialogue):

- Sanam Goudarzi Beauty! Where is this?
- Kendra Ainsworth East Sooke park on Vancouver Island!
- Sanam Goudarzi Lovely! We leave for BC in the morning. I will try and add this to my trip!
- Kendra Ainsworth Oh my gosh, if you have time, yes! So gorgeous and such great hiking!

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

The Grandeur of the King Dignifies the Cook

The short article The Grandeur of the King Dignifies the Cook by Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira, which I've posted below, beautifully exemplifies my attempt at putting beauty at the forefront of our lives. There is a branch of modern thought that declares beauty elitist: only a few (especially women) are beautiful; only the rich can live in beautiful homes, etc. What happens in this case is rather than untangle this "elitism" of beauty, the modern world has (or in the hypocritical nature of the modern world's elites, they have) abandoned beauty and throw out ugliness and horror instead as an ideological response to the elitism of beauty.

Of course these elites continue with their quest of beauty, which now only money can buy, but which comes soaked in snake venom. Even they must eventually find it repulsive.

Here is what I wrote about the universality of beauty. And below that is the article by Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira.

Excerpt from How to Acquire Style and Substance
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Reclaiming Beauty
[The] interesting thing about aesthetics is that it doesn’t require “equality” to function in any and all levels of life. The young shop girl can look beautiful (or at least aesthetically pleasing) and can borrow her ideas form the wealthy socialite to form her own pleasant look. Also, when beauty is around, even in limited quantities, everyone benefits. A beautiful statue in park is for everyone to appreciate. A beautiful lady glimpsed at in her car (in a store, a restaurant, etc.) makes people happy, including the lowly shop girl. Beauty does make the world a better place, I’m convinced.


The Grandeur of the King Dignifies the Cook

Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira


An aerial view of Windsor Castle

Looking at this photo one’s first impression is that of a setting for a fairy tale. The immensity of the edifice, the marvelous variety of parts, the delicacy and strength that are affirmed in everything – all suggest that one is in the presence of something that far surpasses our day-to-day reality. This fantastic set of buildings is both the symbol and the shrine of an institution: the British Royalty.

In this symbol – like so many others of traditional England – the appearances still do not bear the mark of Protestantism, Liberalism or Socialism. What is expressed in these granite forms is still the medieval and Catholic concept of the divine origin of public power, the true majesty that should surround any political regime, and the paternal mark that should characterize it.

Paternal mark, we say. This castle does not aim to show massiveness, but talent. It is not made to intimidate, but to delight. The subject who contemplates it does not shiver at its sight; he does not feel like fleeing, but rather like entering.

And this for one simple reason: The King is a father who affably calls his subjects to himself, not an executioner who inspires fear to them.

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The Immense kitchen of Windsor

The relations between the great and the small are influenced by this ambience. The nobility of the Lord is transmitted to his servant.

Thus the immense kitchen of Windsor, at left, which is very authentically a kitchen, is indisputably a high, noble and worthy kitchen of a castle. It communicates something of the royal dignity itself to the humble menial activity of the cook and gives it a splendor that is, as it were, regal.

This is because in Christian Civilization the grandeur of the Lord does not humiliate the servant, but elevates him.

Translated from Catolicismo, August 1959
Posted November 14, 2012

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

"Punished According to (Chinese) Regulations"


Retweeted at: Kevin Michael Grace

Read the thread and see how China is "accommodating" 1.3 billion people.

Saved By Bell

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Square One Mall, Mississauga
Mural for soon-to-be-opened (relocated into a much bigger space) Bell Store
(November 2018)
[Photo By: KPA]
This images is an allegory:

All innovation and and work of high standard is done by Whites, even in a city like Mississauga which has close to 60% of its population coming from Third World countries


There is major construction/reconstruction going on in Mississauga, all in anticipation of the high-priced condo sales that are going on attracting big-time foreign capital by Beijing Billionaires.

This is now becoming a major global phenomenon where the Chinese are investing throughout the world. There is no clear indication about what is REALLY going on WITHIN China, and the first place in the NUMBER of billionaires doesn't tell us their PERCENTAGE of the whole Chinese population.

My working theory is that as many billionaires there are in China, there is a ten to twenty fold increase in the number of Chinese living BELOW (Canadian, and much worse in Chinese) poverty lines.

Also, all those Beijing Billionaires had to have found their workforce from somewhere. And it has to be the desperate and impoverished from rural China, getting pittance wages (by Canadian standards, and much worse by Chinese) working in those Chinese cell phone factories to make those cell phones that get shipped out to Canada and America lining the pockets of those Beijing Billionaires.

And who are the engineers, the electricians and the construction teams working on the Mississauga condo projects? Well Whites of course.

More on all this later.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

You Conspire with the Devil and You Have no Idea What You're Gonna Get!


(Via James Perloff)

You conspire with the Devil and you have no idea what you're gonna get!

"Thus Saith the Lord, I Have Healed These Waters"


Cooksville Creek, Mississauga
[Photo By: KPA, October 2018]


2 Kings 2:19-22
19 And the men of the city said unto Elisha, Behold, I pray thee, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord seeth: but the water is naught, and the ground barren.
20 And he said, Bring me a new cruse, and put salt therein. And they brought it to him.
21 And he went forth unto the spring of the waters, and cast the salt in there, and said, Thus saith the Lord, I have healed these waters; there shall not be from thence any more death or barren land.
22 So the waters were healed unto this day, according to the saying of Elisha which he spake.


2 Kings 2:1-25
And it came to pass, when the Lord would take up Elijah into heaven by a whirlwind, that Elijah went with Elisha from Gilgal.
2 And Elijah said unto Elisha, Tarry here, I pray thee; for the Lord hath sent me to Bethel. And Elisha said unto him, As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. So they went down to Bethel.
3 And the sons of the prophets that were at Bethel came forth to Elisha, and said unto him, Knowest thou that the Lord will take away thy master from thy head to day? And he said, Yea, I know it; hold ye your peace.
4 And Elijah said unto him, Elisha, tarry here, I pray thee; for the Lord hath sent me to Jericho. And he said, As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. So they came to Jericho.
5 And the sons of the prophets that were at Jericho came to Elisha, and said unto him, Knowest thou that the Lord will take away thy master from thy head to day? And he answered, Yea, I know it; hold ye your peace.
6 And Elijah said unto him, Tarry, I pray thee, here; for the Lord hath sent me to Jordan. And he said, As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. And they two went on.
7 And fifty men of the sons of the prophets went, and stood to view afar off: and they two stood by Jordan.
8 And Elijah took his mantle, and wrapped it together, and smote the waters, and they were divided hither and thither, so that they two went over on dry ground.
9 And it came to pass, when they were gone over, that Elijah said unto Elisha, Ask what I shall do for thee, before I be taken away from thee. And Elisha said, I pray thee, let a double portion of thy spirit be upon me.
10 And he said, Thou hast asked a hard thing: nevertheless, if thou see me when I am taken from thee, it shall be so unto thee; but if not, it shall not be so.
11 And it came to pass, as they still went on, and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.
12 And Elisha saw it, and he cried, My father, my father, the chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof. And he saw him no more: and he took hold of his own clothes, and rent them in two pieces.
13 He took up also the mantle of Elijah that fell from him, and went back, and stood by the bank of Jordan;
14 And he took the mantle of Elijah that fell from him, and smote the waters, and said, Where is the Lord God of Elijah? and when he also had smitten the waters, they parted hither and thither: and Elisha went over.
15 And when the sons of the prophets which were to view at Jericho saw him, they said, The spirit of Elijah doth rest on Elisha. And they came to meet him, and bowed themselves to the ground before him.
16 And they said unto him, Behold now, there be with thy servants fifty strong men; let them go, we pray thee, and seek thy master: lest peradventure the Spirit of the Lord hath taken him up, and cast him upon some mountain, or into some valley. And he said, Ye shall not send.
17 And when they urged him till he was ashamed, he said, Send. They sent therefore fifty men; and they sought three days, but found him not.
18 And when they came again to him, (for he tarried at Jericho,) he said unto them, Did I not say unto you, Go not?
19 And the men of the city said unto Elisha, Behold, I pray thee, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord seeth: but the water is naught, and the ground barren.
20 And he said, Bring me a new cruse, and put salt therein. And they brought it to him.
21 And he went forth unto the spring of the waters, and cast the salt in there, and said, Thus saith the Lord, I have healed these waters; there shall not be from thence any more death or barren land.
22 So the waters were healed unto this day, according to the saying of Elisha which he spake.

23 And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.

24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.

25 And he went from thence to mount Carmel, and from thence he returned to Samaria.

Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Truth


(Via Orwell & Goode)

Staryu
Starmie
Starving

Extraordinary!


(Via Kevin Michael Grace)