Stephen Harper: Man of Mystery
April 17, 2011
Stephen Harper grew up in Etobicoke. 5 minutes away by bicycle from my own home. I lived farther south. And about ten years earlier. Most of the people who lived in our area worked in factories. They were basically working class families. Mr. Harper’s area was populated by a wealthier group of people – lawyers, contractors, dentists, and accountants. Middle and upper middle class families. I’ve met young men like Stephen in high school and college. They were serious rather humorless but generally well meaning intelligent young men. Many of my friends would have seemed like political radicals to these young men. They believed in the system. We believed (I’m afraid of admitting) in getting drunk and arguing. They joined. We laughed. And I never trusted them. In those heady days of Vietnam demonstrations and campus politics I believed that if it came down to it, they would have had us lined up against a wall and shot if they felt it was the right thing to do. Removed from those times and older, it all seems rather silly now. No one would have had anyone shot. But listening to and watching Mr. Harper, I can’t understand who he is. And why he suspects us. Of something.