Ethno-State 🇨🇳

Landing in China, something struck me. Within 2 minutes of being here, in a foreign country, my eyes picked up on something that seemed so strange. And yet, when said out loud, it seems like such an obvious statement.


    Everybody is Chinese. 


    The entire country, constructed out of the same people. An entire nation, build around those who have been here for centuries. A people, which have called this land their home since before the Qing Dynasty united the country for the first time.


    And yet, I couldn’t help but wonder- Why are my own people not allowed to do the same? Why is it, that my ancestors, are forced to mix and mingle? Why is it that my homeland, my home country, is forced to accept millions upon millions of foreigners, who do not care nor share my values? 


    The more time I spent thinking about this question, the angrier I became. Having spent my whole life, being fed a lie from those in power, preaching that my country and others similar to it must accept these foreign invaders- wasn’t true. Being preached to since birth, that my country needs to open its borders, and share its resources with those less fortunate- was disingenuous. Being forced to accept millions upon millions of foreign invaders, stealing jobs from my fellow Canadians and crushing our system to the point of collapse- was calculated chaos.


    The anger that bubbles beneath my skin when thinking of these points is difficult to put into words. I suppose, as a writer, I am meant to find a way to express myself using vocabulary to paint a picture for those who are reading this. However, I fall short to describe what it is I feel. 


    A country like China has been allowed to function as an ethnic state for centuries, and yet we in the West pretend like that’s a bad thing. A country, where the individuals who live here, all share a common ground. They all share common values. A world, where the people who live here actually care about the well being of their nation, and the direction it is going in. All the while, I grew up in a world where the opposite was taught.


    My country, where your next-door neighbour doesn’t even speak the same language as you. My country, where you walk amongst the public, and you are outnumbered 10 to 1. My country, where the very so-called elected politicians, are barely considered Canadians. My country, where dual citizenship and dual loyalty is not only commonly known- but applauded.


    The contractions between both countries, and the composition of their populations, is alarming. The sharp contrast in which both operate within, leaves one truly wondering what is really going on. 



Once again, a friendly reminder to my fellow countrymen:

You’re nowhere near angry enough.


Godspeed. 

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