Sometimes, when I dream, I walk in fields of buttercups and birds, of endless cloudless skies and in valleys where it never rains and only the morning dew keeps it all so fresh. I never want my dreams to end because they are a world where I am happy to be and a place I am safe.
The reader will not be inspired by words that have no more wisdom and no more hope but it is important that the conveyance of the death of CSIC and the funeral parade must be told. It cannot be told in a few words, and I have no intention of going beyond some simple facts, that lead me to conclusions few would have accepted when they first started on this Journey in Search of a Profession
This Profession had one last chance at self-regulation and it came in the form of an election in which all members would cast a vote, equally and fairly. That was not to be.
Strange things happened along the road to fairness and the exercise of democracy. We all received a telephone call which was disguised as a ‘Poll '. We were never told the reason or the legality behind this Poll. When we wanted answers, we were met with silence.
The fact was CSIC was caught conducting this Poll. This forced the SEO to issue a statement, long after the Polls had closed but the damage was done already. Some were led to believe that they had voted by answering this Poll. They were misled.
A larger issue is where Candidates such as Mr. Wong and Mr. Thomson obtained all the phone numbers of the electorate when others did not have that access.
The Founder of CSIC, John Ryan, OSJ, CCIC, FCMI, ICD.D, C.Dir., ASC, together with his sidekick, Imran Qayyum, CCIC, FCMI, ICD.D, C.Dir., ASC, planned long before the elections, how they would be able to continue with the exercise of the greed of power and the destruction of every value Canadians, real Canadians Cherish.
And so it came to be. The exercise of that endgame came by the men and women who were held high on The Lonely Pillar that they destroyed. It all came apart as though the sinking titanic was wrecking itself apart, while the Board of Directors danced on the corpses of the Members that were quickly sinking below them as they lost their Profession.
These are delusional men. They are not even real. They belong to an era when power was exercised to benefit the person who held the sword. They are fantasies that came into our hearts and homes and, like a virus that is immune to sanity, crawled upon us and devoured our dreams.
With the ship sinking and them all in a delusional state, they played their games and danced to the Music. They had the founder of CSIC resign his position so he could be appointed a full time CEO with the benefits and liabilities we all have to share. This came after more than two years of a “search” that never was.
They had that sidekick, who claimed to have moved to a Post office box in British Columbia, appointed to fill the founder’s seat on the Board. They ignored the fact that the Members had exercised their right to vote and had voted out Mr. Wong and had replaced him with Mr. Bernier. They put Mr. Wong in another safe delusional place and they danced around the Boardroom as they knew they had saved CSIC from those wicked invaders who themselves, wanted power. “Those whiners and complainers” said the new Chairman and newly elected Director, Mr. Nigel Thomson. He was referring to those men and women who must be excluded at all cost from the knowledge of what had really happened within CSIC’s walls. Their pitiful dance goes on and on while the water rises and the ship is sinking. They believe in salvation as only demented minds could believe.
I am haunted by the memory of what could have been, and my heart is weeping for all those whose pain and anguish can never be made right and whose dreams are thrown into the dustbin of history.
The Making of a Tragedy: The Final Chapter and Will Ye No Come Back Again? were written to predict the dire consequences of a failure of the Board of Directors to act as the Minister would want. The End Game is here and the dream is gone. We all have lost our Profession.
The Honourable Jason Kenny, The Minister of Immigration has very few alternatives on his plate. He is a man of wisdom and of Honour. He is a man who is not afraid to act and act he will.
Self Regulation of Immigration Consultants can now only be found in our dreams and there are tears in the valley for what we have all lost. The Minister has been left with three choices. Two we have heard about and one we have not.
We are now facing the appointment of a Superintendent, a government run Regulator. I have referred to that in great detail in The Making of a Tragedy: The Final Chapter.
Alternatively, we are facing the imposition of a body outside of this Profession that will be “bidding” on regulating us, a commercial venture where there is a lot of money to be made and one that could well be more diabolical than CSIC.
Finally, and far more damaging, but on the Minister’s Plate, is what has become known as the American System. The American system allows only Attorney’s to practice. There are no Consultants. Under this scenario, we would continue to remain “authorized representatives” under an interim Superintendent for a period defined so we could wrap up our Practice and service the clients we have already retained.
It is a tragic ending to a Noble adventure. It is an ending that we all share the blame for in that the “silent majority” felt it was easier to hide their faces than scream out at the injustice. They were cowards of the worst kind and now we all pay the price. When a “Nanny” came to revoke the license of Katarina Onuschak, we should have known that we all would have been next. That is how tyranny and dictatorship works. The silence of the many brought us the pain of the future.
My forefathers gave their lives at Normandy and some lie in Flanders’s Field where the poppies grow. I have a nephew who fights in Afghanistan on this very night I write. They did not die in vain and they do not serve today to have the rights of some destroyed. This is my country. This is your country. This is Canada in the year 2010. It is time we screamed, we paraded, we made Canadians understand that CSIC is and was the most corrupt dictatorship that ever existed or was given the name of a “tribunal”. I am defending the rights given to me by many who died so that I could have them.
Lastly, my heart is only weeping, haunted by the memory of what could have been and never was.
Written on the last day of June, 2010
Bruce Perreault, B.A., LL.B., K.H.S., CCIC
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