Stephen Bonheur here. What's up, people? Happy Thanksgiving! The Capital University campus library is essentially my second home, partly because I love to play around on computers in my spare time. Seriously, if I'm not at work or asleep, I'm usually at the university library. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, believe me when I tell you that it's easy to get bored out here. I just want to graduate from Capital University, get my Law degree and get the hell out of Ottawa. Not much happens out here.
I don't like my chances as far as getting a good job after graduating from Capital University. I see a lot of recent graduates, both visible minorities and White folks, working at Tim Horton's, Starbucks and whatnot. Pardon my French but are you fucking kidding me? Getting a menial job that pays minimum wage after four years of university is pure hell! A while ago I met this tall, blonde-haired White chick named Brittany who has a bachelor's degree in economics from the University of Ottawa, but she can't find a better job than security work. This saddened and frightened me, man.
I am brutally honest with myself, that's one of my strengths. I, Stephen Bonheur, am a big and tall young Black man. I speak English, Spanish, Haitian Creole and French fluently. Soon I will have a bachelor's degree in Law from Capital University. I know that I will be discriminated against based on my skin color and gender in the job market. Equality sounds like a good idea, until you realize that creeps in power will always find a way to keep others down.
White guys in managerial positions hire Black women because they find Black chicks alluring but they're terrified of Black men, especially educated Black men. They'll use every trick in the book to avoid hiring me. I know this for a fact, and I hate the bastards for it. It's a good thing that the White population across North America is declining in numbers, but it's not happening fast enough to change the game for an educated brother like myself. I've got to improvise to improve my life.
Nevertheless, it disturbed me greatly when a blonde-haired White chick of Polish descent named Brittany, who has a degree from the University of Ottawa, told me about her failures in the job market. Hell, man, if a hot-looking, blonde-haired White chick with a pretty face, a Canadian university degree and a really nice ass can't get a job in the City of Ottawa, what chances does a Black guy have? Shit! Now you can understand the source of my anxiety, folks.
There seems to be a lot of old White folks working for the Canadian government. I swear, they outnumber every other racial group or age group in the government sector. Go into the offices of the Canada Revenue Agency or even City Hall and you'll be swamped by The Greys, as I call them. If you ask me, these bozos need to hurry up and either die or retire and play bingo. The government needs to hire more young men and women because we're the future of Canada. The oldies need to get out of the way. It's what mother nature wants.
Now, please don't think of me as someone who hates old White folks. In fact, there's one of them I am quite fond of. A couple of years ago, I met this older White lady named Carole Gravier in the school library. The broad is tall, curvy and short dark hair, alabaster-skinned and brown-eyed, fairly innocuous, fond of wearing White blouses and long dresses. I often ran into Carole at the campus library and we would talk. She was always encouraging me in my studies and other intellectual pursuits, like my writing. Very nice of Carole, eh?
