I was given my name by the Iroquois Nation many hundreds of years ago. By 1660 my name was printed on maps by the Europeans as they accepted the Native name which means Beautiful waters.
In 1867 the Canadian government decided to use my name for their providence.
A grocery chain that calls itself the “Real Canadian Superstore” sure as heck better be clearly identifying the country of origin of the products it sells - particularly produce.
I was at Walmart today, minding my own business and checking out the zucchini.
A woman walked up next to me with who I assume was her husband. She was wearing a hijab.
And then… absolutely nothing happened.
She went about her shopping. I went about mine. Her choice to wear a hijab had absolutely zero impact on my day, my freedom, or my ability to buy zucchini.
She didn’t tell me I needed to wear one.
She didn’t try to force one on me.
She didn’t hold me down and put one on my head.
I know. Crazy, right?
Almost like people can practice their own religion, wear what they choose, and live their lives without forcing everyone else to live the same way.
Wild concept.