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- Demian is blinking away tears.
- A sensitive artistic type, he has just been refused entry into Canada from
- the US. Eight years ago, after his father died, he fell into a depression,
- which led to excessive drinking, which led to a Driving Under the Influence
- conviction in California, ...
- ..., which led to his Denial of Entry into Canada, now, eight years later.
- Since that conviction he has been a firm non-drinker.
- I've tried to fill in for his father in some small way, which was why I was
- bringing him to Canada for a working vacation in which we would create
- virtual, computer-generated characters for my company. OK, it's not all
- altruism, Demian is an amazingly gifted computer artist who endows characters
- with strikingly realistic and evocative emotions, not unlike the ones he is
- struggling to stifle now.
- He also has shoulder-length hair and a beard, which isn't helping his
- situation at the Canadian border.
- We're on the US side now trying to regain entry into our home country after
- our denial of access to Canadian soil, which involved a long period of waiting
- on a hard wooden bench, followed by a series of stern lectures by a pompous
- petty functionary who explained in detail why Canada doesn't want Demian's
- type of person and how entry into Canada is a privilege, not a right.
- Lectures interspaced by other periods of waiting on the hard bench for our
- passports to be returned, which couldn't happen until all of this was
- carefully entered into the computer forever.
- The Canada-side rejection process took over an hour and a half, but things got
- much better when the US counterpart of the Canadian border guard turned out to
- be a handsome, young, clean-cut guy who exuded unusual humor, compassion, and
- intelligence. We hit it off immediately as fellow Americans, and Demian let
- his guard down, then walked away from the counter as his emotions started to
- show. I followed him to do my fill-in dad thing.
- And that's how we got to this moment right now: Demian struggling with tears.
- The handsome guard beckons me back to the high counter, which is topped with a
- computer screen that's pointed away from me.
- I assume our troubles are over.
- I approach the guard, I smile.
- He doesn't
- He: Your friend's not the only convicted criminal, is he?
- Me: I beg your pardon?
- [He looks down at the computer screen]
- He: You've been convicted of crimes too, haven't you.
- Me: No. I… [he scrutinizes me dubiously, then glances back at the
- screen] …not that I know of?
- He: Are you telling me that you don't know which crimes you've been
- convicted of?
- Me: No, I'm saying I wasn't ever convicted of any crimes that I can
- remember. What are you looking at?
- [He slowly lifts his eyes from the screen and stares at me]
- He: I would think you would remember it if you were convicted of a crime.
- Me: I don't remember any convictions because I was never convicted
- of any crimes that I know of. What does it say I was convicted of?
- [pause]
- He: You were convicted in Maui.
- Me: Maui?! That's crazy. I've never even been to Maui.
- He: You've never been to Maui?
- Me: No! Never!
- [pause]
- He: Where were you born?
- Me: I was born in Boston, Massachusetts.
- [ He looks back down at the screen. Clicks some keys]
- He: Were you arrested in Boston in 1968?
- Me: This is crazy.
- He: Why?
- Me: Where were you in 1968?
- He: I wasn't born yet.
- Me: That is exactly my point. This is getting Kafka-esque.
- He: What's that?
- Me: When I came in here I looked at you and I knew you were an
- intelligent and educated person. I am sure you know who Kafka is.
- [ He looks down at the counter and smiles.
- I assume our troubles are over. ]
- He: Do you have any sharp objects in your car that I might cut
- myself on?
- [ He is putting on gloves ]
- Me: No.
- He: Any weapons?
- Me: No! [laugh] No knives. No guns. No drugs. Please, feel
- free. Check it as much as you want.
- [ He puts on a big coat and wool cap. It's cold out there.
- He holds out his gloved hand for the keys.]
- Demian and I wait. Half an hour later the guard returns and tells us
- we're free to go. I am heading out into the cold with Demian, but stop
- at the door and look back at the guard. He is still typing away at
- the counter.
- I approach him much more cautiously this time.
- Me: Excuse me.
- He: Yes.
- Me: All that stuff you found in my file -- all those weird arrests
- and convictions -- should I be worried about that? Should I be going
- through some process to try to get that out of there?
- [He looks down at the counter and smiles]
- He: No.
- [ I assume nothing ]
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