Every time I greet you I feel like thanking many of you for
many things, and I want to say a special thank you to Canada for wonderful hospitality.
When I finished my 1,000 mile Canadian pilgrimage at Toronto, a group ot people, carrying
and wearing meaningful signs, walked the last few miles with me. Although they were
photographed by television cameras and newspaper photographers, I do not have a picture of
them. However, here is a picture of a few of the Peace Walkers who greeted me as I crossed
the Ambassador Bridge from Canada to Detroit. At the end of the walk we gathered in a
circle for a very fine period of sharing. A Peace Walk without signs can also be very
meaningful singing peace words to familiar tunes along the way and gathering for
sharing at the end.
VISIT MY NEIGHBOR
In the summer of 1957 I visited my neighbor, Canada, and walked a 1,000 mile pilgrimage
there 100 miles in each of the ten Canadian Provinces. The beautiful Canadian
scenery and the friendly Canadian people made my trip through Canada a most memorable
experience. Canadas ten provinces occupy a land-mass about as large as the United
States, but only about one tenth as many people live there. Beginning on the west coast, I
walked in British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba. Then I journeyed across
Centrai Canada and walked in the easternmost provinces Prince Edward Island,
Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick. Next I walked in Canadas largest province,
Quebec, and I ended my Canadian pilgrimage in Ontario, where Canadas national
capital, Ottawa, is located. I walked into each provincial capital and visited the largest
cities in every province. I spoke to many people along the highways, to public meetings in
the cities, through the medium of newspapers, radio, television and my peace
message was well received. The Canadians are in a relatively good position as to world
peace. They are not manufacturing and testing nuclear bombs, and they have no peacetime
draft. During World War II they drafted for domestic duty only, which draft they
discontinued as soon as the war was over. They have not gotten as far past the pioneering
stage as we have. They are still in the process of acquiring a culture, and,as one of
their songs so aptly puts it, they are busy explaining to the Americans that they are not
British and to the British that they are not Americans. Things have not yet solidified in
Canada it is a country still very much in the process of evolvement - and that
makes it an interesting country.
COLORFUL CANADA
Canada is colorful in so many ways. No one who travels in the eastern provinces can fail
to notice the colorful houses. It is not unusual to see a yellow and orange house with a
blue roof, or a house whose front is painted green and white and whose sides are painted
bright red. The abundant wild berries in the eastern provinces are not only colorful but
flavorful. The Canadian scenery is most colorful the towering mountains and the wonderful
rocky seacoast in the west, the sunsets on the prairie, the lakes and hills as one
journeys toward the east, the hilly eastern seacoast and the blue, blue sea. Colorful also
is the abundant and varied wild, life of Canada, for there are still vast stretches of
wilderness where wild things can hide. And, speaking of colorful as I crossed the prarie
the most perfect double rainbow I have ever seen arched my way. It was so close its colors
were reflected on nearby trees it was so breathtakingly beautiful it was
unforgettable.
CANADAS NEWEST PROVINCE
I sat on a wooden bench in a little station lighted by a kerosene lantern Waiting for a
two hour late narrow gauge train. It seemed as though the pages of history had been turned
back 100 years! But I talked with the people who waited with me, and I realized they had
more emotional stability and peace-of-mind than those who wait for fast, stream-lined
trains that arrive exactly on time. All day long in the process of getting to my
walking point in Newfoundland I had been hitch-hiking over a narrow, winding, dusty
dirt highway, full of holes and protruding rocks. At one place a ferry which looked like a
crude raft somehow carried us across a swift river. Then there was no more road and I
waited for the train. But along that dusty, bumpy highway every Newfoundland car I
signalled stopped. When I saw a crew of men working on a building project I knew without
being told that the neighbors were lending a hand. In the outports I passed
through it was not the custom to lock doors or even to knock before entering a
neighbors home. Yes, Newfoundland makes up in spiritual values for its lack of
material advancement. However, Newfoundland is growing rapidly. Probably in a few years
the road will be finished and paved. And along that newly-paved road will every car still
stop to give a traveler a friendly lift? Must we sacrifice real values for material gains,
or could we have both? Perhaps the reason material prosperity hurts us spiritually is
because others in the world are still cold and hungry. Perhaps if it were for all we could
have both.
THE LANGUAGE BARRIER
I first ran into the language barrier in Spanish-speaking Mexico, where I could speak to
people only through my translated message and my smile. Then in the Province of Quebec in
Canada I ran into it again. Canada is a bilingual country. The schools in Quebec are
conducted in French, and many of the people in Quebec cannot speak English. I had a
translated message, and I was offered food and shelter through sign language, but there
the communication just about ended. It made me realize anew the great need for a world
language. I think a committee of experts appointed by the United Nations should decide as
quickly as possible what language would be best. Once a world language is decided upon it
can be taught in all the schools along with the national language, so that very soon every
literate person in the world can talk to every other literate person in the world. I think
this would be the biggest single step we could take toward world understanding. When we
can talk together we will realize that our likenesses are so much greater than our
differences, however great our differences may seem.
IS DEDICATION DEAD AS DINOSAUR
This happened in Canada, but the man turned out to be a tourist from the United States. He
looked at me, not unkindly, but with extreme surprise and curiosity, as though he had just
glimpsed a live dinosaur. In this day and age, he exclaimed, with all
the wonderful opportunities the world has to offer, what under the sun made you get out
and walk a pilgrimage for peace? In this day and age, I answered,
when humanity totters on the brink of a nuclear war of annihilation and even the
testing of the nuclear bombs may destroy us, it is not surprising that one life is
dedicated to the cause of peace it is surprising that many lives are not similarly
dedicated.
A SAD STORY
When I visited the Premier of Saskatchewan he told me this sad story.
He mentioned in one of his speeches that Saskatchewans surplus grain could feed the
famine victims in Pakistan. The next day people were calling to offer their surplus grain
transportation to the west coast was provided boats were provided. But the
surplus grain never reached the starving people in Pakistan a federal law prevented
it! This is not meant as a criticism of Canada. It is a comment on the difficulty we are
all having in distributing the worlds products to the worlds people.
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
The pastor of a large United Church in a large Canadian city who had recently
returned from a visit to India told me that the Buddhists are sending out 2,000
missionaries to convert the Christians to the way of nonviolence.