In 1846 Henry David Thoreau went to jail for his refusal to pay poll tax to a government waging what he considered an unjust war.  His essay “Civil Disobedience” became a textbook for peaceful protest against an oppressive authority.  A century later Mohandas Gandhi pointed out to newspaper readers in Britain the disparity between principle and practice in the Empire’s treatment of citizens in South Africa, and later in India.

Last Friday senate page Brigette DePape held up a hand-lettered STOP HARPER! sign during the Speech from the Throne.  This act fits the definition of civil disobedience.  It was a protest made with forethought by a serious individual who was aware of the consequences of her action and prepared to accept them.

Professor Ned Franks huffed in The Toronto Star:  “Brigette DePape’s breaking of the rules governing the behaviour of the staff of Parliament was not civil disobedience. She was not protesting a specific law or policy. She was simply objecting to the results of a democratic nationwide election in which she, along with every other citizen 18 years or older, was entitled to vote. Her act was amusing, and held a sort of childish charm. But it offended her professional responsibilities.”

But I fear tradition’s egg was broken long before Brigette trampled a bit of the shell into the Senate floor.  Further, I am not sure that in her view four years of unbalanced power does not constitute a specific set of policies.  In interviews she has repeatedly mentioned large expenditures on fighter jets, prisons, cuts to social programs, and a lack of climate legislation – a set of policies in her view disastrous to Canadians.

In fact I would suggest that the target of Ms. DePape was Stephen Harper himself.  Through her smuggled STOP HARPER! sign she pointed out to him that while voter tracking, mini-campaigns, attack ads and Zionism may enable his MPs to win just enough votes to form a majority, it takes policies which reach out to Canadians if he is to win their hearts.  She told him in no uncertain terms that there is more to a mandate than 156 seats.

In fact DePape commented in the CBC interview that only one in four eligible voters supported the Conservative Party of Canada in the last election, and this shows that Stephen Harper does not represent the interests of all Canadians, particularly those of her generation.

In the face of massive power, without any checks upon the government except those of tradition which Harper has proven all too willing to dismiss (ministerial accountability, rights of the legislature, manual on the disruption of parliamentary committees), how else but by protest and civil disobedience will Canadians affect the direction of their country if they believe it is headed in the wrong direction?

If we accept that the people of Canada have given Stephen Harper a strong mandate in spite of the contempt-of-parliament charges, then by the same mandate anyone who wishes to speak out at any time in the House has the right to do so, because Canadians have made it clear that they don’t care about parliamentary protocol.  With the actions of his government over the last five years Harper has shattered parliamentary tradition and can’t now hide behind the fragments of the shell.

Robert Silver ridiculed Brigette DePape’s use of the phrase “Arab spring” in her call for a protest movement in Canada.  He correctly pointed out how the life-and-death struggles in North Africa have no Canadian equivalent.  But in today’s virtual world a word takes on new context and meaning whenever it is uttered.  The best Silver can say is that, up until DePape used the phrase in a CBC interview, “Arab spring” meant rebellion against a homicidal authority.  No one can say for sure what the phrase now means, or what it will mean tomorrow, for television creates reality, and Brigette DePape showed last Friday that she understands this better than most.

Some of the dumber American bloggers have had a field day this week with comparisons between Michaelle Jean and Sarah Palin.

Animal rights activists are furious, Europeans are shocked and dismayed, and Canadians in the north now afford our Governor General the kind of adoration normally reserved for rock stars.  So what happened, and why is the holder of a staid, ceremonial role in a dull country suddenly such a polarizing force in world opinion?

Michaelle Jean attended an Innu banquet on Baffin Island as part of her official duties.  The main course consisted of several freshly killed seals lying on the floor on tarps.  Jean participated in the feast.  Using a traditional knife she sliced up a bit of the seal carcass, then ate a small piece of heart when it was passed to her.  With great fortitude she joined her husband and a red-haired woman in tasting the samples, then commented on the quality of the food.  She looked a little pale, but she held the food down and kept a coherent flow of polite words running for the camera.  This was clearly no thrill ride for her, but she toughed it out because she had a point to make and she was determined to do so.  She still managed to keep her outfit clean throughout the process.

What the film clip reminded me of was the scene in Ghandi where Ben Kingsley made salt from sea water in defiance of English rules, and it is to the life of Ghandi we must look for perspective on the decisive act of Michaelle Jean.  Ghandi jolted the British public with acts of polite defiance in which he showed that the vaunted principles of the British Empire did not match their practices in the treatment of Indian citizens of South Africa and India.

Ghandi’s well-publicized acts of civil disobedience directly led to Indian independence, because he correctly reasoned that the Western people had no stomach for their own hypocrisy, and would do what they needed to get these disturbing images and stories off the pages of their newspapers.

Jean’s very public act of respect for the Canadian Innu community undoubtedly shocked “civilized” Europeans and even some Canadians, but when this act is placed in context alongside fellow French citizen Brigitte Bardot’s visit to the seal hunt (when she fled to find a bathroom) or even the McCartney’s more recent photo-op, it should stand out as a defining moment in the consciousness of the environmental movement.

Up until now the anti-seal hunt movement has been about pictures of famous and glamorous people on ice floes with baby seals, and disgusting images of blood on the snow.  Michaelle Jean changed the game.  It’s now about the taste and smell of a mouthful of seal heart, and about the feel of blubber, bone and skin, and the humility of kneeling on a tarp on a floor to participate in an ancient, life-sustaining ritual.  Jean has announced to the world:  “This is Canada.  The seal hunt is a part of us. If you want to play in our league, you’d better get serious.”