
Friday night, the young and new member for the electoral division where I live was holding an assembly to meet his electors. As I don’t live in this town for long and never voted here, this was an excellent opportunity to get to know what he was made of.
The assembly was held at a soup kitchen so about the third of the room was filled of messed-up/drunk hobos – I guess they couldn’t be told to go away for a while. The guy spoke for about an hour about hot issues, mainly health, his own field, then we had the opportunity to ask him questions. I watched the process and near the end, I went to the microphone to ask my own question about prevention in our healthcare system. The guy has been elected in the opposition, so he complains at the government daily and tells how things should be. I wanted to hear him about we can change our ways of doing things to have a healthier society. Instead of asking a general question, I gave the example of the way we do agriculture, as food is a huge factor of health.
He did a wonderful session of figure skating.
His party likes the way things are in agriculture. He can’t say it’s bad. He also insisted on how we can easily find some nice biological food section in any grocery. Therefore, everything is fine.
But I wanted to hear his views about prevention. I went back to the point.
Then, he said it’s hard. Very hard. People wants result now. They want money now. It’s hard. Hard to fight for more prevention. It’s very tempting to go for the instant solution.
I got back on my chair and another question was asked.
I was expecting him to bring me some vision. Some dreams. Some “this is the way I’d do things if I was in charge”. Content. Ideas. Lyricism, if possible. Not hearing about how hard it is to improve things. As if he was already in charge. Already feeling is hands are tied.
Mine are too. I won’t vote for him.
I could go back in the next assemblies and ask even more seditious questions until I find a breach in him for hope – or until I get blacklisted by his staff and thrown out. He may be a nice guy but the actual parties ruling Quebec are dull.
Then, did I say to myself, shouldn’t I volunteer for the Greens? As they are the only party that fits my values.
I guess it depends of my political choice for the next elections: abstentionism or voting for the don’t-stand-a-damn-chance-poor-and-poorly-organised Greens.
I have to choose between lucidity and hope.