La Commission Des Droits De La Personne Du Québec Ma Faite Passer Un Sapin. . .
I did another lunch hour protest in front of the offices of the Quebec Human Rights Commission aka La Commission Des Droits De La Personne Du Québec this afternoon. Yesterday was such a beautiful warm and sunny day that I decided that it was just a bit *too* good to devote a couple of hours to my QHRC protest so I spent the time enjoying the sun in the Plateau Mont-Royal district of beautiful Montreal.
For a few weeks now I have thought of bringing a pine tree to my Quebec Human Rights Commission protest to referrence the very Québecois saying "Passe moi pas un sapin" which effectively means don't screw me over or, more politely, don't sell me a bill of goods. It seems that it's original meaning had to do with the practice of unethical lumber producers of substituting cheap pine wood for higher quality wood but "faire passer un sapin" now has a much more general meaning of cheating someone or otherwise jerking them around.
Just the other night I had rescued an ex-Xmas tree that was being thrown out for the garbage and stashed it away for future use in my Quebec Human Rights Commission protest but divine providence intervened on my behalf today. . . As I was protesting in Old Montreal in front of the old "skyscraper" that houses the offices of the Quebec Human Rights Commission I happened to notice that an ex-Xmas tree was being lowered to the sidewalk from a second story balcony of the Nordheimer Hotel across the street from my protest. This providential opportunity was just to good to miss! I mean "retired" Christmas trees quite literally descending from heaven right before my very eyes! What more could I possibly ask for? ;-)
After taking a few photos of the providential lowering of the retired Christmas trees I crossed the street and and asked the hotel maintenance people if I could borrow one of their no longer wanted Christmas trees for a bit. I explained to them that the Quebec Human Rights Commission, aka la Commission des droits de la personne et des droits de la jeunesse du Québec, ma fait passer un sapin et je veux le retourner. . . They were happy to oblige me and I carried one of the denuded pine trees across St. Jacques Street and deposited it on the left side of the entry into the office building for an impromptu photo opportunity. The office building's concierge was out in a flash and I explained to him that I was just going to take a few pictures of the tree with my picket signs on it and then the proverbial sapin would be promptly and appropriately disposed of. He seemed to be quite OK with that proposition and went back into the building.
A security guard came out almost immediately afterwards and I told the security guard that I was just going to take a few pictures and then get rid of the unwanted Christmas tree. He was pretty obliging and patiently waited while I spent a few minutes taking a bunch of photos of the QHRC's symbolic sapin with various configurations of picket signs resting on it. After all was said and done I took the proverbial sapin back to where it had providentialy come from and the janitor came out to sweep up the few pine needles that were left behind on the steps of the building.
There is not much else to report on the Quebec Human Rights Commission protest front other than I had a few chats with members of the general public that were all very positive, sympathetic, and supportive once I had explained to them what my protest was all about.