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This was posted on my building's elevator for about three days.
Then, it got abruptly changed to a "Happy Father's Day" sign.
The building has a majority of Indian and Chinese. I think the non-Muslim Indians complained.
The glories of multiculturalism! Where no-one gets along!
I keep saying that this building could well be the "home" of a future Jihadi "Canadian."
The elevator is filled with the smell of Indian spices. Under normal circumstances, that can be nice - as in an Indian restaurant which I choose to enter. But here, where we are forced to smell these spices in a confined space, it is stifling.
All the Indians I enter the elevator with speak some form of Indian language. All the Chinese I enter the elevator with speak a form of Chinese language. Even the children.
The few whites are often Polish or Hispanic (recent immigrants too), with heavily accented English.
I asked a white woman what she thought of the sign. She answered in what sounded like an East Coast Canadian accent. At least she was Canadian.
"Well, it's their holiday, is't it?"
"Do you think it belongs in Canada?"
She pursed her lips (not in disapproval, but in realization), and said nothing. Her young, blonde-haired son with her looked up startled.
An Indian family came in the elevator (which is already full, and they didn't think to wait for the next lift). The man said "hello," looking at me. I didn't respond. The young boy looked up, observant.