I can鈥檛 remember feeling more proud to be Canadian than I have since Jody Wilson-Raybould began speaking to the House of Commons justice committee on Wednesday afternoon.
As a little kid at Nov. 11 cenotaph ceremonies, I might have been as proud in the misty half-understood way of childhood.
When Paul Henderson scored the immortal winning goal in the legendary 1972 Canada-Russia hockey series, I was certainly more euphoric.
And the way Canadians responded to 2014鈥檚 perceived terror attack on Parliament, I realized in my deep heart鈥檚 core how much I loved this hugely improbable country and its thoroughly good and decent populace.
But watching Canada鈥檚 former attorney general, Justice minister, and Veterans Affairs minister lay out in exquisite detail her side of the SNC-Lavalin scandal, I felt a pride that rivalled all those events. At times, it far surpassed them.
I鈥檓 in no way shy to acknowledge much of it was attributable to Wilson-Raybould鈥檚 remarkable personal presence as an Indigenous woman, levelly speaking to her peers as an MP, and implacably challenging the highest levels of political power in this country.
I grew up in small-town Western Canada where, paradoxically, we were proud to have elected the first 鈥淚ndian鈥� in Canada as an MP largely because it meant we could overlook our ingrained habit of treating our Indigenous neighbours like dirt much of the rest of the time.
So to see such a profound example of an individual transcending racist attitudes 鈥� never mind our far more serious historic obstacles to Indigenous equality 鈥� made me sit up straighter. It made me intensely aware of that rare moment when pride avoids the ever-present heinous temptation toward arrogance and goes straight to becoming full-fledged hope. Hope, that is, for this country in all its breathtaking improbabilities.
I don鈥檛 mean to take an iota away from Wilson-Raybould鈥檚 individual triumph of will. She did it. She achieved. She stood defiant. She called out power.
But no one, least of all a politician, flourishes in a vacuum of individuality. Wilson-Raybould鈥檚 emergence is illustrative of a capacity traceable to the very seedbed of what it means to be Canadian: our willingness to atone, adapt, reconcile, grow, welcome anew.
The quality of her presence before the justice committee was hers and hers alone. But the system had room for it to happen. The institution worked.
It worked in that the committee gave her a fully-protected venue in which she could speak with utter freedom. It gave her an effective place to go after she elected to stand up and then step forward.
It must be emphasized, too, that the democratic watchdog relationship between the media and the political estate, starting with the phenomenal old-school scoop of the Globe and Mail team, functioned as it should.
And all of that turned the pride I felt into a veritable dirigible of hope.
Did the former minister鈥檚 testimony root out all the rot that leads political leaders and their minions to privilege a corrupt, legally-imperilled corporate behemoth over our rule of law?
No.
Are we out of the woods in terms of the threat the SNC-Lavalin scandal poses to Canada鈥檚 political ecology?
By no means. As the justice committee members agreed during Wilson-Raybould鈥檚 testimony, the real work has only just begun.
But begin it has. Proceed it can. And Wilson-Raybould gives hopeful evidence of enough quality individuals in place to see it through. That, in turn, obliges all of us to dispense with the grotesque, lazy clich茅 that every politician is only in it for himself or herself.
Absolutely, we must be alert us to the pressing need for vigilance about corruption鈥檚 presence and spread. But despair?
Uh-uh
Shame?
Not here. Not now.
In fact, just the opposite after what Wilson-Raybould did, and was institutionally able to do, in one glorious and free committee appearance on Wednesday afternoon.
Peter Stockland is senior writer with the think-tank and publisher of .
