One thing is sure, the members of the CUSA are not Karl Rove. Or at least not as politically savy.
I guess that’s to their credit. And I think that’s a text book definition of “damning with faint praise.”
For those not in the know, Carleton University Students Association decided to change the beneficiary of one of their charity drives from Cystic Fibrosis. Why? They could have had a multitude of reasons but the one they decided to focus on, the one they specifically mention as point number three, is that it mostly affects white men.
Seriously.
And I quote:
And Whereas Cystic fibrosis has been recently revealed to only affect white people, and primarily men
Cystic Fibrosis is a death sentence. There is no cure. If you have it, you will die from it. Sooner then you should. And it’s not a pretty death.
Recently with my bronchitis I got a small glimpse of what it must be like. I was coughing and spitting “stuff” out of my lungs and trying to make sure it didn’t kill me in the process. Hell, I’m still on medications for it. I have a $100 dollar bill in my night table to go towards a Cystic Fibrosis charity once I’m actually cured. I can not wait till I can drop it off. This stuff is terrible. It’s been only 2 or 3 months for me so far, can you imagine going 20+ years like that? Just so you can lose in the end? It’s the slowest form of drowning I’ve ever heard of.
The Student Union has every right to change what they do charity work for, it might actually be a good idea to expose students to information about other diseases but boy did they screw this up. They might have had good intentions but they worded it as a racist statement.
Back in my early days in Ottawa I was on a bus ride home from work that had just me and two girls around Junior High age. They were talking rather loudly (and vapidly) and just using some really rude language. At one point the driver had enough and asked them to stop with the racists comments. To which one of the girls replied (outraged):
I’m Latino! So how can I be racist?!?
Not actually having the guts to speak up to her I thought to myself: “It’s not what you are, sweetie. It’s what you do.”
(CUSA, feel free to label me a misogynist for referring to a female as “sweetie”.)






