B.C., or Before COVID, if you were searching for pure rhapsody in political circles, then you had little to explore. Head to any high-toned Liberal gathering, one of their festal summits where the glories and landmarks of Liberal tenure were, almost liturgically, being celebrated, and inevitably some chosen hero of the Liberal moment would expatiate on the monumental achievements of 1982.
Ah. 1982. The moment Canada came of age. The pivot point at which the tired Dominion threw off the cables from mothership Great Britain, took back — repatriated is the sacral term in Liberal conclaves — the Constitution, and “enshrined” — another term of divine reverence, the prime deed of all Canadian democratic government — the Charter of Rights and Freedoms.
