Honks for Hope: How the Trucker Convoy Has Mobilized A Nation

I’d lost all hope. I thought that there was no stopping this dystopian freefall we were in that was getting worse and worse every time our Provincial Health Officer gave us an update. In only two short years, our government had taken so many of our rights away – I never would have believed it possible if I hadn’t experienced it firsthand. I never would have thought so many people would happily comply with putting children in cloth masks and giving in to coerced medical procedures.

I saw huge protests around the world. But there were only small ones in Vancouver. I saw countless elected officials in other countries standing up for freedom. But in Canada, I could count on two fingers how many elected officials opposed the restrictions in Canada. I was verbally and physically threatened in public for not being able to wear a mask. I was treated without dignity, humiliated and degraded by people who felt vindicated for treating me less than human. My medical mask exemption was ignored; my right and ability to breathe taken without any care for how it affected me.

The BC Human Rights Commission received thousands of complaints of discrimination over masks and yet they throw out most mask complaints. Shouldn’t the sheer number of people feeling discriminated against because of their inability to wear masks tell you that WE ARE ACTUALLY BEING DISCRIMINATED AGAINST? But, in today’s dystopian world,if I don’t wear a mask then I am no longer a person. I have no rights. Gone is the right to breathe. I have no right to enter a restaurant or store. I have no right to travel on transit or by air. I am a nobody. I am nothing.

I have raised my children to believe that it is not okay to discriminate for any reason. Now, how do I explain the discrimination we are experiencing? Our family has chosen to hold off on the jabs. We are denied entrance to movie theatres, restaurants, and sweat lodges. My son couldn’t attend his own work Christmas party. I ask myself, who are the kind of people who plan Christmas parties that discriminate against some of their own employees?

I come from a social activism background. Many of my peers who have shouted from the rooftops “MY BODY, MY CHOICE!” are now the same people who say “the unvaccinated are selfish.” Many of the same people who have chanted “FREE THE NIPPLE!” now shame those of us who want to free our faces. Many of my colleagues have been marginalized and they know what it’s like to be treated like vectors of disease, and yet they now treat me like a vector of disease. My mind is blown. I have no answers for my children when they ask me how this happened. I don’t know how it happened. The mainstream media? Corrupt politicians? People too fearful to speak out?

For so many reasons, I’d lost hope. I didn’t recognize the world anymore . I turned off the TV permanently and tried to help my family escape the matrix of insanity to the best of our abilities. But our efforts at staying positive were difficult and hollow. My children stopped dreaming about their futures. The future didn’t seem full of promise for them any more. We have had to build new friendships with people who don’t discriminate against us.My children have learned to keep quiet about our views to avoid being bullied.

We were feeling like Canada was doomed. There was no coming back from this. The small group of us that were fighting against the restrictions weren’t getting anywhere. In fact, every letter I wrote to every official except one was ignored. The one who responded gave me empty catch phrases to try and subdue my concerns. I was treated like a non-human with no right to existor choose what I put in my or my children’s bodies. I was without a voice despite yelling at the top of my lungs, and so were all the people I knew who felt the same. We weredismissed, ignored, silenced, treated like meaningless, worthless nobodies. Whether we pay taxes and vote meant nothing. If we didn’t agree with the narrative then we didn’t exist, as far as our tax-payer-funded representatives were concerned.

Do I sound angry? If so, that is because I am. I am so very angry that the very people who are required to represent my interests have completely ignored me. Jagrup Brar, I’m talking to you. Adrian Dix, Bonnie Henry, John Horgan, Jordan Tinney, Ariella Zbar … I’m talking to all of you. And there are many others who didn’t respond to me either. The Metis Provincial Government ignored me. My son’s high school ignored me. The District Parent Advisory Committee ignored me. I am a state-sanctioned second-class citizen who doesn’t even deserve to be acknowledged in my society. Is it any wonder that I had lost hope? THEN THE TRUCKERS ORGANIZED.

On January 29 2022, truckers from across Canada descended on Ottawa to demand our freedoms back, and for the first time in a long time, my children and I began to have hope. As more and more truckers joined the fray and we watched thousands of Canadians across Canada cheer them on as they drove throughevery city, my children and I became more excited still.

In just a week of national peaceful protests, elected officials came out of the woodwork to support the truckers. Citizens across Canada donated what we could afford raising MILLIONS for the trucker convoys. Where I had thought the majority of people supported these illegal restrictions, I began to realize that I am not part of a “small fringe minority” at all. In fact, if you do the math and accept that for each trucker who went to Ottawa there are ten to twenty people at home cheering them on, then the math suggests that us freedom-loving folks are the MAJORITY!

Suddenly, all of the discrimination and segregation we’ve experienced feels a little less scary. Suddenly, we don’t feel so alone. My children now see that Mom and Dad aren’t the only people opposed to the government overreach. It’s like Canada has sighed a breath of relief. WE HAVE HOPE! It’s not a movement to end vaccine mandates, it’s a movement to regain freedom. We are unified as Canadian parents and freedom fighters, regardless of whether we got the jab or not.

I see the government and the mainstream media doing their best to frame this working-class, family-driven movement as a racist, violent “state of emergency.” But I don’t watch TV anymore. I watch livestreams of my fellow Canadians dancing for freedom in the streets of Ottawa and elsewhere across Canada. I see people smiling and hugging again. Being human. I see people standing up for unity and humanity and it is a beautiful sight to see. I have donated and I will do anything I can to support this peaceful protest until the mandates end. Some people believe the truckers have been disrespectful to the citizens of Ottawa. I really feel for those people who are affected negatively by these peaceful demonstrations. But I wonder why the government made no move to meet with or negotiate with my peaceful, fellow Canadians? The honking would have ended very quickly if the Prime Minister did the right thing.

Some people worry about the supply chain breakdown and food shortages. I guess my humble upbringing and my working-class struggle have prepared me for challenges like this. I have been hungry before. I know how to get by on very little. I know that we will survive without our luxuries. It’s worth it to me to ensure that my children have a future that includes freedom. I think of what our veterans have withstood for our freedoms. I would be a coward to trade my children’s future freedom for ourtemporary material comfort now. Living in a dictatorship is unlikely to be a materially comfortable existence. I will sacrifice now so that my children aren’t sacrificed later.

Fast forward to now. Our psychopathic Crime Minister has executed the Emergency Act against citizens of Canada. The trucker convoy organizers have been arrested, elderly and disabled people trampled by RCMP in the streets of Ottawa. I spent all day yesterday trying to find out if my bank accounts will be frozen because of a $40 donation I made. The government that had largely ignored me is now turning on me. How can I provide a safe upbringing for my children when we are only worthy of acknowledgment to the degree that our ability to survive is threatened? Many people have lost hope again. Many are beaten down and feel like giving up. Talk of suicide is all over social media. Friends are reaching out to me in tears. Those who have lost their jobs over their refusal to get jabbed don’t even know what to do anymore. Those who are suffering with serious adverse effects from their jabs are feeling too weak to fight. Children continue to be masked in school even though the science of masks is finally being exposed and proven to harm children more than help them.

But the trucker convoy created in me something that cannot be driven out by a little more governmental tyranny. It showed me that there are Canadians out there who, like me, are willing to fight to the end for our freedoms. It showed me that I am not alone and we have strength in numbers. We’ve got filthy, corrupt politicians around the world finally listening to us. Occasionally we even get a mainstream media article that represents our motives and our peaceful protests truthfully and with compassion. More and more people are waking up and taking off their dirty, oxygen-depriving masks and breathing fresh air again.

This is our moment. Canada isn’t a country of cowards after all. We are rising up against the tyranny and oppression of our government. I couldn’t go to Ottawa. But I can donate cash, pray, hug people, smile at people, leave my mask at home, and I can have hope. Even though this peaceful protest has not brought an end to the dictatorship that is growing like a fungus in Canada, it is the beginning of a revolution. Canadians will never back down after this. We’re polite and we really just want to get along with everyone. But we’ve been pushed too far. It’s no more Mr. Nice Guy. Canadians aren’t going to take it anymore. And I have never been prouder to be Canadian.

So, if you feel what I’m saying here… I recommend that you honk for hope. Hug a trucker. Wave a Canadian flag proudly. Take off your mask. Refuse to allow anyone to mask your child. Stand up to the tyranny, because we have strength in numbers and WE ARE THE RESISTANCE.

*emergency act has now been removed at the time of publication. We believe it is because of voices like this one. Keep being the RESISTANCE