The Greatest Comeback Ever

Can you guess why?

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Last week I did a video about a spectacular race hoax in Canada, and a Canadian viewer responded by sending me a Canadian $10 bill. Now, before I show it to you, here is a $20 bill I have long been familiar with.

This, of course, is the queen of England, and so when I saw the new $10 bill, my first thought was, “How nice. A younger version of the queen.” What an idiot I was. This is a Canadian black lady named Viola Desmond, who has been resurrected from obscurity to feed the ravenous demand for non-white heroes, female if possible.

Viola Desmond was born in 1914. She had a black father and a white mother and was one of a small number of blacks who lived in Nova Scotia.

She opened a hair salon called Vi’s Studio of Beauty Culture.

She also sold a line of beauty products that were, as the packaging notes, “especially blended to enhance dark complexions.”

In 1946, when she was 32, Desmond’s car broke down in New Glasgow, Nova Scotia, and she decided to watch a movie while it was being repaired. Here is a glamorized and simplified version of what happened.

The theater had an unannounced policy of selling only cheaper, balcony tickets to blacks, while whites sat downstairs. Desmond defied the rules and sat with the whites. When she was asked to move to the balcony, she refused. Police had to drag her out.

Desmond sued with the help of the NAACP, but at the time, Canada had no anti-discrimination laws, so what the theater did was legal. She lost her case and accomplished nothing. She didn’t start an organization or a movement. She closed her business and moved to Montreal and then to New York City.

For the life of me, I can’t find out what she did in those places. Whoever knows ain’t telling. She died, unremarked, in 1965, age 51. But now, because of this caper from 74 years ago, Desmond is a founder of the Canadian civil rights movement and has been elevated to great heights.

In 2018, with that new $10 bill, she became the first Canadian woman to have one all to herself. The International Bank Note Society gave it its Bank Note of the Year Award.

Who used to be on the ten spot? John Macdonald.

When Canada was still a colony, he was the key negotiator with Britain to gain independence for Canada in 1867, and he served as the first prime minister. In effect, the father of his country.

Here he is.

He was on the bill for 50 years, but, as we know, white men are terrible people so he had to go. He is so bad that last year a mob tore down his statue in Winnipeg. Here is a nice video of what happened.

Meanwhile, Viola Desmond goes from strength to strength. In 2010, she got a full posthumous pardon for the cinema business – the first posthumous pardon ever granted in Canada. That same year, an endowed chair was established in her name at Cape Breton University.

Likewise in 2010, her portrait was hung permanently in the ballroom  of this swank place, which is the official residence of the Lieutenant Governor of Halifax.

In 2018, she was the subject of a Google doodle and was named by the Canadian government as a Person of National Historic Significance.

This did not knock John Macdonald off the list, by the way. He’s still historic, even if he was an awful white man.

Desmond has been the subject of children’s books, documentaries, and even a play.

The Royal Canadian Mint’s first ever black history commemorative coin was of Viola Desmond.

A ferry bearing her name now serves Halifax harbor.

There is a sparkling new Viola Desmond Elementary School in Hamilton, Ontario.

She has her very own star in the sidewalk in Canada’s Walk of Fame, along with Celine Dion and  Pamela Anderson and Wayne Gretzky and Neil Young.

Not a bad comeback for someone who died completely forgotten. What’s next? I’d suggest a posthumous nomination for the Nobel Peace Prize.

But let’s look at the back side of the bill.

Along with a sacred Indian feather at the top, we see a picture of the Canada Museum for Human Rights.

When it opened in 2014, it was the first new national Canadian museum in almost half a century. Needless to say, it is one long howl of resentment against the white man. In fact, its home page is in funeral colors with this mournful message.

The very next screen as you scroll down says that black history is Canadian history, and the next one after that is the story of slavery in Canadian history.

You see, Canada has Black History Month, too, and this year’s theme is  “February and Forever: Celebrating Black History today and every day.”

The next screen at the museum site introduces an exhibit on “Artivism,” which the museum says is “artistic expression as a powerful response to large‐scale violations of human rights.”

The witness blanket “bears witness to the truths of residential school Survivors.”  The museum asserts that boarding schools for Indians were “part of a broader process of colonization and genocide.”

Take a look at last week’s video to see what that’s all about.

With so many injustices to lament, it’s surprising the building is full of empty spaces and weird bridges.

Only 18 percent of the floorspace has exhibits. I guess that’s why there was such a squabble among the victim groups, with some complaining that others were hogging the limelight. This gave rise to headlines such as “Competing Genocides,” and “Protest grows over Holocaust ‘zone’ in Canadian Museum for Human Rights.”

There was a nasty little fight to see whose pain was most worthy and deserved top billing.

Riding herd on feuding victim groups is tough. Just six years after the museum opened, this sad headline announced: “CEO resigns after allegations of racism, discrimination, sexual harassment.”

If you visit the museum, you’ll want to pick up this “Strong Earth Woman” mug, designed by a genuine Canadian Indian, but, alas, it’s sold out.

But let’s get back to Viola Desmond.

Couldn’t the Canadians find a more important black person to turn into a hero? Honestly. But Americans aren’t any better. We have had a lot more blacks to choose from, but we think Rosa Parks – our version of Desmond – is a great hero for having sat down on a bus for 20 minutes. It was all pre-planned. She even had a photographer there for her booking.

She did nothing else her whole life. Look her up. But it would take half an hour to list all the honors she received, and when she died she was the first woman ever to lie in state in the rotunda of the Capitol.

There is a statue of her in statuary hall, doing what she did best: sitting down. The pedestal has only her name and dates.

There’s nothing else to say.

And what are the names of the great black figures we must now never forget? George Floyd. Michael Brown. Trayvon Martin. Ahmaud Arbery. Freddie Gray. People whose sole claim to fame was to die.

If I were black, I’d be insulted.

I’ve always said that if we want to celebrate a black man who struck a real blow for freedom, we should build monuments all over the country to Nat Turner, who led a slave rebellion in 1831. He and his men stabbed and hacked 50 white men, women, and children to death.

That sure beats sitting down on a bus in Montgomery or lying down on a street in Minneapolis. Where’re his statues, his postage stamp, his face on the hundred-dollar bill? There’s not one slave or former slave in statuary hall. This is an outrage. We want Nat.

Oops. Probably shouldn’t have said that — because we can be just as crazy as Canadians.

And for a black-fantasy version of the heroic Nat Turner, take a look at this grisly video — and read the comments.