In a darkened room at a suburban community centre last month, a representative from a Canadian meat packing company showed a huge map on the screen. More than 30 Haitians who had recently walked across the border to file refugee claims in Canada were in the audience.
“This is Canada,” the woman said. “Here’s Quebec.” She was trying to recruit workers for her company’s pig farm, but first, she needed to describe where it was.
She zoomed in: “This is Témiscamingue,” she said, explaining that it’s an eight-hour drive northwest of Montreal. Two men stood up and walked out.
I hear they make good truck drivers.