I’VE SPENT MOST OF MY LIFE around my Jamaican family and a good part (okay, all) of my formative years practicing the art of pissing them off. I consider myself somewhat of an expert in riling up a Jamaican, but I’m not a Jamaican. I’m Canadian-Jamaican, which brings with it different scenarios that result in being pissed off.
Ask where we’re really from.
I remember reading this in my tenth grade Civics textbook: Canada is a “cultural mosaic” — Canadians retain their unique ethnic identity while contributing to the nation as a whole.
We’re pretty damn proud of it, too, if only because it stands in contrast to the American “melting pot” assimilationist culture. For that reason, people think it’s okay to open a conversation thus:
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- “Where are you from?”
“Canada.”
If you want to get even more of a reaction, put a confused look on your face and throw in a “really” for good measure.
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- “No, where are you
really
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- from?”
“Toronto.”
“Yeah, but where were your parents born?”
“Jamaica.”
To really get us going, follow it up with this: