John Graves Simcoe, An Unchangeable Decision

I was not always a grouchy, old, dead man. I used to a powerful officer in the British military, protecting Canada from any possible invaders. At the end of my military career, I became Upper Canada’s governor and led them the best that I could. I made sure that they stayed true to British traditions, since the English were, after all, the one that created them in the first place. However, I was not alive long enough to see what Canada could truly become in person, instead I watched from the heavens with no control. Luckily, Canada was still true to the morals that I left it with for at least a few years.

However, things quickly began to go downhill. Canada united as a nation, which was something that I had longed for for years. But with the unity, they began to look at the possibility of splitting off from Britain. I had been gone for too long, and all of the values that I left them with were being thrown out the window. With my recent death, there were no warnings that I could send to them.

Not only this, but the minorities that I had fought for were also turning tail on me. Aboriginals refused to join forces with Canada, even after all of my attempts to show them kindness and the prosperity that Canada could lend to them. but alas, they were indefinitely stubborn

However, it is true that I did set up the aboriginals in a location that would allow them to be stepped on by America. I used their borders as a line of defense between Canada and America, however I still had full intent to welcome them into Canada with open arms after our squabbles with the Americans were finished. Even after our most persuasive arguments, they were still too stubborn to join us. They argued that should the French split off from Canada to join them in a minority superpower, they could overcome any feat. Still we could not bring them to their senses.

I did not wish to crush them! But in the current situation, they were speaking gibberish and had no clue as to how dangerous of a situation they were putting themselves into. They were even under the absurd impression that Canada wished to wage war on them. This was not the case! Although I agree that Canada shouldn’t have been very happy if they did not bond with us, there was no chance that a war would be fought, especially if I were still in command.

But alas, petty arguments with the aboriginals eventually came to an end, and I saw the most dire of situations in Canada’s future. They were striving for independence more than ever, even after all that Britain had done for them. I could not believe what I was seeing, and worst of all there was nothing that I could do. I longed for the opportunity to reach out one last time and show the Canadians the dire future that awaited them should they leave┬áBritain, but alas, any thoughts I had would have been in vain. Canada split off completely. The one thing that I did not want to see happen to my beloved Canada had come true all too soon. I had failed as my previous job as governor. All of my efforts were fruitless. I felt anger. I felt emptiness. I felt as if my entire life were for nothing. I did not want Canada to fall, but in that moment I felt no pride in what they had done. I could not tell if I had failed them, or if they had failed me. Either way, the Canada that I used to know was dead, this fragile nation meant nothing to me now.

Anything that I had to say now were just lost words, there seemed to be no turning back at this point for the nation that I once loved. There was no future for Canada now, only destruction and sorrow as far as I could see. Why did they have to leave? What reason could they possibly see that made them abandon Britain? TO me, our politics were fair, we were strong and proud, we were supportive and gave everything we could to Canada. Still, it was not enough for them. My heart is shattered, and of all people to lead them I see that the bag of filth who calls himself John A. MacDonald has become their leader. Residential Schools, more like aboriginal only prison. I would have warned them about his lies in the past, should I have still been alive.

In the end, all of my efforts were futile. I did not wish to see Canada this way, but I can only hope that at least my legacy will be carried out the way that I would like it to. I wish to be know as a hero of Britain, advocating for British government and support, fighting off those who wish for independence, and showing them the fault i their ways. I was fair, I supported minorities, I opened trade routes across Canada and boosted their economy. But in the end, I will likely only be know as a scoundrel who wished for the worst in Canada, a lousy politician who wished to see Canada be crushed under the boot of Britain. Time will only tell how my legacy will be carried. In a last ditch attempt to show the world my true intentions, I will leave a speech, in case any heavenly power could send my words back to earth.

I am John Graves Simcoe, British military Officer, and Governor of Upper Canada, and I leave you with my parting words:

Young men often strive to abandon their parents, however these wishes do not tend to last long. Such will be the case with Canada, or at least I hope it will be. Britain built them from the bottom up, and still they fought to leave. Why they did I still fail to comprehend. Time will only tell if their efforts pay off.

I spent my entire life fighting for Canada. I won wars for them, protected their fronts, did everything that I could to ensure that they stood strong. After I was too old and frail to battle for Canada, I took a political stance with them in the Upper section so I could continue to lead and protect this fragile nation. I spent years governing over upper Canada, did everything I could to protect them from outside forces, and I fought for minority rights until my dying breath. But then the independence fighters appeared, battling for a cause so foolish, yet they could not see their own flaws. How could I have been so foolish, to think Canada would not eventually abandon my home country, Britain.

It was Britains resources and politics that started Canada. It was Britain that protected them while they grew. It was Britain that gave support to Canada to ensure that it would stand strong as a new land in this world. And then they abandoned us.

I was happy to see Canada unite under on land, but I did not ever dream that they would fight against Britain, their own creators, to gain their independence. I do not wish to see Canada fall, but now that they are no longer tied in with the English, I fear that their fate of destruction is inevitable. Worst of all, in my heavenly position, there is nothing I can do to stop them.


And should you wish to see my side of the matters through the Canadian Confederation, I will leave you with the rest of my notes that I compiled over the course of my life in death.

Act of Union

A Personal Reflection

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