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I had the chance to be in Toronto this weekend, visiting my father who’s in a nursing house there. I grew up in Toronto and lived there till 1992, after I left to take up a place in London, England, and have lived there since.
Though I’ve been again to Toronto through the years to admire how the town has grow to be a contemporary, refined illustration of what Canada personifies on the planet, I had been blind to a extra squalid actuality.
By no means having spent the weekend within the downtown space, I used to be shocked when going for a jog down Bay Avenue on Saturday and Sunday morning. There, at just about each nook, lay bundles of rags, below which had been individuals. Some lay there with tipped wheelchairs. Huddled from the chilly, protecting heat over air flow grates. Individuals seemingly oblivious, merely walked by and not using a look.
Whereas getting used to those sights in New York, Los Angeles and even London, it astounded me to see this in downtown Toronto, beneath the brand new skyline that clearly frames its wealth.
How can a metropolis that has prided itself over many years for being socially accountable, inclusive, type, compassionate and thoughtful forged out essentially the most weak of its residents to dwell on the streets? This isn’t the town I knew, nor the nation I left 25 years in the past.
Toronto it’s time to study your soul and as soon as once more discover your roots.
Wolf von Kumberg, London, England