On the Decision to Ban Pit Bulls in Montreal, Canada

Here’s the truth: There are SO MANY things going on in the world today that deserve discussion. My heart bleeds every morning and every evening when I see that innocent people are not only being killed, but being targeted as well. I die a little bit more inside when I hear people talking about the threat of refugees and Muslims– individuals with whom they have never come into contact or conversed. It angers me to see sexism and objectification continue in commercials, on billboards, and especially within government officials. I feel as if I cannot breathe, that I am powerless when people are being shot down in the street because they simply exist as a black person in a racist country.

As someone who has been privileged enough to have visited many diverse countries of various religions, socioeconomic standings, and complex histories, I feel it is my responsibility to share what I have learned and attempt to educate others. I try to do so, while keeping up with the on-goings of this globe, but the truth is that I cannot fight all battles. I must choose those with which I am well-acquainted and sink deep into my skin like demon leeches.

The pit bull ban in Montreal is one of those issues. I might not be as passionate about this injustice if I had not had the chance to have grown close to a pit bull puppy years ago, who is now elderly. As I see him walk around stiffly and yelp in discomfort, my heart saddens, for I know his borrowed time on this earth is soon to be returned, and he will no longer be in my life. I’ve been crying over dog-related stories, both heartwarming and heart-wrenching, and the breed-specific legislation that just passed in Montreal is one of them.

This is about dogs, but like I said before, it’s about much, much more. It’s about tearing our families apart, and giving those without a family the punishment of death. It’s about demonizing an entire breed of dogs due to a carefully-manipulated reputation.It shows that we live in a global society in which we ALL are still very much judged and mistreated by the way that we look. That, somehow, if we fit a certain profile, and don’t hold a particular status, our lives are less important than others’. Fear is perpetuated in an all-consuming conflagration, and we let ourselves burn.

Life is scary. None of us want to be hurt, and so we recoil, allowing shit like this to happen. And if we allow these kind of perpetrations to continue on an individual level, we do so on a much, much grander scale. We let our family members continue to believe that gay marriage is wrong because it’s easier not to argue; we let our friends continue to degrade other cultures because we don’t like confrontation; we let strangers abuse themselves and each other because it’s “none of our business.”

Is this really the kind of life we want to lead? Do we want to remain isolated and afraid and skeptical of each other because we were miseducated, or because we’re afraid of consequences that most likely won’t manifest? I say this in the most sincere manner possible: FUCK THAT. Choose something you stand for and get behind it. Open yourself up to the possibility of all the progress and beautiful connection your voice could bring to the world. Change is possible.

Please sign this petition to reverse Montreal’s ban against pit bulls.


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