An Eventful Evening

It’s been a stressful couple of weeks, what with all the exams I’ve been writing lately, so I haven’t had much time to blog. That aside, I didn’t have many spare brain cells left to write with or any interesting events to report. And just when I thought I had nothing to write, I get assaulted on the way to the movies.

Ashley and I were going to see a movie up on Granville Street and were just crossing the intersection of Nelson and Richards when we saw a man strike a woman. At first, I thought it was a guy being a jerk to his girlfriend, but then he rushed at Ashley and me, striking me in the side of the head. No big damage, but it was a bit of a shock. He was yelling and obviously just looking for a fight. Ashley and I put a bit of distance between ourselves and him and went to help the woman.

At this point, I started thinking straight and asked Ashley to dial 911 on her cell phone. Of course, the one time we actually need a cell phone, she doesn’t have it. I watched as across the street the man proceeded to kick at a taxi and get into another scuffle with another man. I signaled to a woman in a car to dial 911 on her phone. She was in some kind of stupor and took forever to pull out her phone and start dialing. By that time, the man that had been involved in the scuffle had dialed 911. I approached him and used his phone to talk to the police.

We followed the man down into Yaletown, keeping our distance while giving the police directions and a description of the man. The police caught up with us near the Opus hotel and arrested the man (much to the chagrin of a classmate I ran into just as the police showed up).

As it turns out, the man had a mental condition of some kind.

What should have been an episode that would only make me further cynical about the human condition turned into quite the opposite when I met up with Ashley at a local Starbucks. As it turned out, the Starbucks manager had given her a free latte while she waited for me, which was a pretty decent thing to do. And it happened again when we went for dinner: we were a little zoned out so Ashley explained to our waitress what had happened. The manager came over and explained he’d had a similar experience in the restaurant a few nights ago. Then he gave us our drinks on the house!

Wow. Maybe people aren’t so bad after all. Only in Vancouver could I get assaulted and end up feeling better about humankind. How’s that for something to write about?

Brain Drain Tollbooth

The CBC reported yesterday on an ongoing attempt by the State of North Dakota to attract farmers from Canada. This attempt to incite an “agricultural brain drain” has failed so far (none of the 30 farmers the state has tried to woo so far have accepted the offer), but it reminded me about another type of “brain drain” I became aware of very recently. This form of “brain drain” is quite different, but is an equal or greater threat to Canada’s future.

Preparing for my entrance into the UBC MBA Program, I met several students who were also entering the program. All of them have only been Landed Immigrants for less than a year and came to Canada specifically to attend the MBA program. What’s shocking, at least to me, is that none of these students have any intention of staying in Canada once they have completed their MBA!

Something about this seems wrong. Should these students be counted as part of Canada’s “brain drain”? The term “brain drain” has typically implied losing highly skilled Canadian workers to other markets (primarily the United States). However, I would argue that for this term to apply, the skilled workers in question would have to be truly Canadian in the first place. At this point, it would appear these students are Canadian only for the purpose of short-term gain, rather than long commitment to Canada.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against immigrants. I originally came from Australia, so I’m also an immigrant (though I am now a naturalized Canadian citizen). I’ve lived here twenty-six years, as have my parents. We’ve paid our taxes and contributed our fair share towards building Canada’s social system. For me there seems to be something wrong with allowing people to manipulate the Canadian system to obtain cheap education, healthcare, and other social services at the expense of those of us who have committed to living in Canada. It would seem to me that these students have basically added an extra year to their program in order to bypass the cost of the International Program, before they move onto greener pastures. And they’ve done it at our expense. Who the hell do they think they are?

This is the problem: people are leaving their own country, stopping off in Canada to train up, and then moving onto other countries that are more willing to adequately compensate them for their skills. Is it unethical? Certainly, but it’s also perfectly logical. Why pay for education and healthcare when you can immigrate to Canada, stay long enough get trained (not working or paying taxes during that time), and move on?

What we need is a system that prevents against this kind of abuse. In some ways, we already have this in place; for example, my wife (an American) can’t claim welfare for the next ten years as a condition of her becoming a Landed Immigrant. Suppose that we implemented a sliding scale system for our social services, one that started at 0% coverage by the Canadian government (i.e.: you pay the full cost) to 100% coverage (i.e.: you pay the same as any other Canadian) over a ten-year period.

This would definitely prevent against Canada being taken advantage of by those who would use Canada’s generosity for their own gain. However, such a system would create second-class citizens within the country. Nobody wants to deny rights to those who seek refuge in Canada. But as much as Canada wants to be fair, I think it needs to recognize the world isn’t fair and act to protect itself.

Canada is at risk of turning into a filling station on the “brain drain” freeway. I’d say it’s time we built ourselves a tollbooth.