What Do You Need?

'This guy in a suit come out with two mechanics - Go sit in your truck.'

Nova Scotia trucker Guy left later than the organized arm of the Freedom Convoy that gathered near Halifax. For much of the drive, he was playing catch up in his vintage Mack bedecked with Canadian flags. But he received rock star treatment nevertheless. In Kingston, New Brunswick, he put $320 into the fuel tank,

I went in to pay for it. And there was a veteran following, who had pulled in, paid for my fuel and left. Didn't even say nothing to me.

The next morning we were going by a tractor dealership and my fan belts blew off. So I pulled in, I had belts with me. I'm out there changing them. This guy in a suit come out with two mechanics. And he says, ‘Go sit in your truck and these guys will finish it.’ So they did that. And away we went.

Then, in Quebec, my air valves blew apart, cuz it was all froze. We had to pull in. And there was like four people there. Complete strangers. ‘What do you need? Water? Coffee? Smokes?’

To this day, Guy attracts attention behind the wheel of that truck ornamented with Convoy decals in both official languages. On one occasion in Quebec, months after the protest had dispersed, he says: “They couldn’t speak English, but they put thumbs up. Then they followed me in the Tim Hortons and paid for my coffee.”

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Due to our malignant mass media, a significant portion of the Canadian population averts its eyes and refuses to listen. It has no idea how seismic, how significant, the trucker protest actually was. From one end of the country to the other, these guys are working class heroes. They continue to be applauded and saluted by ordinary people.

How strange that the city folk who boast loudest about being tolerant and inclusive indulge in such corrosive snobbery. It’s bad for our country and it’s bad for democracy.