There Is No Broadcast With This Editorial.
A COMMENTER ASKED . . . WHAT WAS THE PURPOSE OF THE HOLIDAY INN MEETING?
The Purpose Of The Post New Year’s Day Massacre Declaring Me One Of The Newsmakers Of The Year – Holiday Inn Meeting . . . Was To Save QPAC (Quebec Political Action Committee).
As Anne & I were Literally Taking A Beating – Very Few People Put Their Hands In Their Pockets to help Support my Efforts & Anne’s Sacrifice. There was no Shortage of People who were Quick to Criticize, Offer Unsolicited Advice, Demand that I do More and come to Expect that this was Somehow my Fight, Opposed to being Our Fight, Where I Was Fighting For Them.
Quebec’s Racist Language Laws Didn’t Really Affect Me – Anne & I Are Bilingual & Did 90% Of Our Business In The Rest Of Canada (English) & The USA. But Freedom of Expression in any Language . . . Was Not & Is Not A Fight That Can Be Ignored.
And when I made the Press Conference Statement . . . that I had Enough, and that I was Packing-It-In . . . all of a Sudden, it Came to the Realization to Everyone, that if I Walked Away, there would No Longer be a QPAC, which went Head To Head Against the Anti-English Ethnocentric Government of Quebec.
NO MORE GALGANOV . . . NO MORE QPAC . . . NO MORE FIGHT!
People Came To Expect That I Would Always Be There To Fight On Their Behalf, then all of Sudden, As If Out Of The Blue, that Expectation was Crashed Onto the Rocks of Reality.
Remarkably . . . The Limited Support QPAC Received, came not from the Well-Heeled, but Rather, from the People who lived in the Poorer Working Class Neighborhoods of Montreal, who knew what it Meant to Have to Work for Whatever they Got. And for all of them, I felt Really Bad . . . But How Much More Should Anne & I Have Been Prepared To Personally Sacrifice Before Losing It All?
Hence . . . The Meeting With The Rich Guys – Was To Stem The Tide . . . And Keep Me In The Fight.
SO . . . When Avi Led-Off – With his Criticism of the Holiday Inn Pointe Claire, for being the Venue for their Meeting, Opposed to Having the Meeting at a Swank Downtown Hotel, Avi Opened a Flood Gate of Criticism – such as . . .
Why Don’t I Have A Board Of Directors? Why Don’t I Publish A Budget? Why Am I Fighting Multiple Battles Instead Of Concentrating On Just One? And If Money Is So Tight – Why Do I Pay For So Much Radio & Television Production & Ads . . . AND WHY DON’T I TONE DOWN MY LANGUAGE?
But The Best . . . Was – How Could I Possibly Have Pissed-Away So Much Money to have an Airplane Fly Over my Ottawa Rally, which Attracted More than 16,000-People – Towing A Huge Bilingual Banner That Read . . . SEPARATION – IT’S OVER!
While I Listened To This Flood Of Criticism, I looked at Anne, and Saw Her Fighting-Back Tears. I Looked at Manfred, who Sat Stone-Faced. Then Noah Leaned over to me and Whispered in my Ear . . . “Nothing Should Be This ‘Effing’ Hard”. Except he didn’t say Effing.
After The Last Man Spoke . . . I Thanked Everyone for Coming. And I Thanked them for their Interest, And Told Them That They Had Reinforced My Decision – To Call It Quits . . . The Room Fell Silent.
And At That Moment – The Richest & Quietest Man in the Room (Art), who was Self-Invited to this Meeting, Slammed his Hand Down on the Conference Table . . . Looked Around The Room, and in an Incredibly Authoritarian & Challenging Voice, Told Everyone there, Just How Utterly Ashamed They Should Be Of Themselves.
And Then He Said . . . Tomorrow – I Will Courier To You A Check For $10,000.
Use it as you Wish. Put it into QPAC, or buy Anne a Nice Present, or go on Vacation, ‘Cause I don’t Care . . . You’ve Earned Every Penny Of It & Much More.
And As Soon As Art Stopped Speaking . . . Phil, who was also Very Rich, not the Richest Guy in the Room, but Certainly the Toughest, who also Said nothing until this Point, asked if I’d Mind Dropping by his Office Tomorrow to Pick-Up a Check for $5,000.
And Then The Dam Burst . . . and all of them Started Mealy-Mouthed Apologies, with Lame Explanations, while they Pledged the Amount of Money they would be Donating.
I Listened. I Thanked Art. I Thanked Phil . . . And Anne & I Left The Room.
By The Time We Got To The Car . . . Anne Was Sobbing Uncontrollably, Saying Over & Over Again, as we Drove the 20-Minutes to Get Home, that we are Neither Schleppers Nor Shnorers (Very Unflattering Yiddish Words For Beggars, Takers & Users). That We Never Asked For Anything . . . And Gave Far More In Life Than What We Got.
“Howard . . . Please Don’t Take Their Money”.
Anne Was Right . . . And Noah Was Right. They made Us Feel Like Beggars – And Nothing Should Have Been This Effing Hard . . .
If There Is No Real Breaking News Tomorrow . . . I’ll Finish “Telling” the Rest of this Story, And What Happened To Force My Decision – As To What To Do Next.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov