*Remember the brother who felt so strongly that if he stayed in the U. S. he would eventually end up dead via the hands of racist police? You may recall, he fled to Canada in October, with hopes of being granted refugee status.
Kyle Canty, a U. S. citizen, dressed up in his finest clothes, and walked into the Canadian courthouse; ready and willing to plead his case that if he stayed in his native country, it would be paramount to him signing his own Death Certificate.
But in December, when the decision was handed down, Canada was like: we feel you, brother. But no, you can’t stay here.
Sidebar: First of all, I must admit, I was more than a little surprised that Mr. Canty would choose Canada to escape racism. I don’t know, perhaps its because I have been touched personally by the knowledge of how two of my African American friends (one of whom is a journalist, along with her former boyfriend) were treated when they stopped in the country for a short while on their way to Africa.
They were pulled off the street by Canadian police as they exited a restaurant; not told what they had done wrong and subsequently milked for money as they were held in a jail cell for months on end. To this day these people have no idea what the hell that was all about.
And I, as a result, vowed to never let my black ass head in that direction.
But oh well.
Yet Canada’s Immigration and Refugee Board was very quick to let us know why they denied Mr. Canty; who has now returned to the U. S., cap in hand, so to speak.
According to Ron Yamauchi, the IRB board member who wrote the decision, black people in the U.S. are “stopped and questioned by police at the highest rate compared to other racial groups,” the CBC reported. But his concluding decision argued that Canty did not personally have a “well-founded” fear of persecution in his home country.
“His removal to the United States of America would not subject him personally to a risk to his life or to a risk of cruel and unusual treatment or punishment,” the decision read.
In other words brother, allow me to paraphrase that decision for you: Until you end up in a cardboard box, and your body is riddled with bullets, we can’t help you. Have a nice day.
Now let’s hope that his home country won’t find a way to punish him for taking the action in the first place.
Good luck, Mr. Canty.