Forty years after Bill 101, the biggest threat to the French language remains the failures of our education system.
Should we stay or should we go?
Quebec anglophones are not a community — we are part of many communities. They include our francophone spouses, colleagues and neighbours, just as they do our Arab friends, Hellenic bosses and Hispanic teammates. The same is true of most urban Quebec francophones.
One week to go. In a mere seven days, Quebecers will head to the polls and — well, shit, no one knows what they’ll do. But that’s not for lack of trying.
For anglos like me, speaking French has become just as difficult as writing it, because now I have to think carefully before talking, lest I give away my mother tongue by using the wrong gender for a fucking pamplemousse.