So the ugly truth has finally emerged, after all these years. Tommy Douglas – our greatest Canadian. Tommy – father of medicare. Tommy – funniest, most loveable politician this country has ever seen. Bah humbug. The Mounties, as we've just discovered, got their man again. And another god has failed.
We have learned from the powerful research of Professor Franz Kafka that if the state is after you, you must be guilty. If you're not guilty, the state would not be after you. What you are guilty of is purely irrelevant and often unknown. But you're guilty of something. There can be no question Tommy was guilty of something. Why else would the Mounties have spied on him for 50 years?
Those who knew Tommy personally, as I once was proud to say I did, will not be surprised. There was always something suspect about the man. All those foreign Robbie Burns quotes. All those parables of dumb mice voting for either white or black cats. (You can judge for yourself here.) It's now clear they were all secret codes sending messages to Tommy's fellow revolutionary terrorist subversives about the most recent decisions of the Central Committee, like introducing medicare.
And what about that tommyrot (as it were) that he used to spout about some new Jerusalem. Listen to this bit of socialist realism:
Bring me my bow of burning gold:?
Bring me my arrows of desire:?
Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold!?
Bring me my chariot of fire!?
I will not cease from mental fight,?
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand?
Till we have built Jerusalem?
In England's green and pleasant land.
Bows and arrows? Spears? Chariots of fire? Nor shall my sword sleep? Say it ain't so, Tommy.
Personally, I am greatly relieved that the RCMP dossier on Tommy, some 1,100 pages, has been released with huge portions censored. CSIS demands this massive censorship, pretending that disclosure threatens national security and diplomatic relations, and – yes, believe it – that it might cause turmoil and insurrection. Since this argument is so self-evidently insane, we can see that it's meant as a device to protect Canadians from the sordid truth about a folk legend who deceived them for over half a century.
Fortunately for Canada, during his entire political career, from the moment he was still an unknown impoverished politically active Baptist preacher in Saskatchewan during the Depression, until his death in 1986, Tommy Douglas was spied on by the Mounties. As the repeatedly re-elected premier of Saskatchewan and then as national leader of the NDP, who had more power to undermine the very foundations of Canadian capitalism that the RCMP is sworn to protect by all means necessary?
From his thousands of speeches and many writings, they were able to collect invaluable secret information that was otherwise known only to the millions who heard him speak or who read his words. But only the Mounties had the resources to decipher the real message embedded deep within Douglas's deceptively sincere calls for a more just society for all Canadians. We now know this was one of the greatest hoaxes in Canadian history, equalled perhaps only by the notion that the Harper government is fit to govern.
Full disclosure No. 1: I knew Tommy pretty well. When I was federal secretary of the NDP, he had an office in the building and we spent long sessions chatting about the rich pageant of life. That's when I first suspected that he had other agendas. It was in the way he kept using words like socialism and social justice and inequality that I knew something was going on here. Frankly, I didn't know it pointed to insurrection. But turmoil, yes.
