“Merry Christmas”, or "How I became a car thief".
Some background is necessary for full understanding of what went on between my brother Murray and me. He had been an occasional visitor to my acreage and sometimes brought me food or candy. One time he gave me his used Aerostar van which despite its age was a very good vehicle for me. He was also a bigot which I really hated. He constantly condemned indigenous people and was wilfully irrational about justifying his bigotry. He would, for example, tell me about how horrible Canadian Indians were because "lol, the losers are asking for compensation because they were WWII veterans!". I explained to him, it was not that they were asking for something other veterans had not gotten, it was a disgraceful action of unfairness by the Canadian government. At the outbreak of WWII, many native Canadians offered to fight. The government told them, "If you want to join the Canadian army, you have to renounce all your rights as a Native Canadian." This was ironically