It’s a bitter irony when the state, once a hard-fisted guardian of law and order, transforms into a confused therapist handing out apologies instead of consequences. Canada’s justice system—once imperfect but at least grounded in some kind of moral compass—has devolved into a rubbery mess of academic jargon, bureaucratic indulgence, and ideological cowardice. Criminals walk free not despite their criminality, but because of it—so long as their background is suitably “oppressed.”
Take the case of Abdirahman Abdi, the Somali-born man who attacked women in Ottawa, chased one into a Bridgehead café, exposed himself, assaulted police, and later died during the arrest. The officer, Constable Daniel Montsion, was raked over the coals for years. The media crucified him. Protestors cried racism. Never mind that Abdi was terrorizing women in broad daylight—what mattered was that he was Black, an immigrant, and had mental health issues. The cop? A white male from the wrong era. In the end, Montsion was acquitted, but not before years of legal hell and a public branding that left him a pariah. The message was clear: you don’t touch certain people, no matter what they do.
Next up, Randall Steven McKenzie, the violent repeat offender with a rap sheet longer than Trudeau’s list of broken promises. McKenzie—out on bail despite a firearm ban—allegedly murdered OPP Constable Grzegorz Pierzchala in late 2022. Why was he out? Because the system wanted to be fair. Because his Indigenous background made him “vulnerable.” Because somewhere, someone decided that historical injustice is best remedied by ignoring current victims. The result? A cop bled out in the snow while politicians mouthed platitudes about “healing.”
This lunacy is far from isolated. In Vancouver, Somali-Canadian Ibrahim Ali was convicted of murdering 13-year-old Marrisa Shen. The girl was found dead in a Burnaby park in 2017. Her killer? A Syrian refugee brought in during Trudeau’s refugee boom. And while the RCMP did their job, it took five years for a conviction, during which time activists wailed about Islamophobia and the sanctity of Canada’s “multicultural dream.” Not a whisper for the dead girl.
We’re not talking about compassion anymore. This is state-sponsored delusion. Crown prosecutors are pressured to avoid deportation for foreign-born offenders. Judges hand down reduced sentences citing “intergenerational trauma,” “colonial legacies,” or that all-purpose bureaucratic sedative: “restorative justice.” Victims become footnotes. Criminals become case studies in victimology.
Take a walk through downtown Toronto, Montreal, or Winnipeg. Look around. Ask yourself why tent cities filled with addicts and mentally ill repeat offenders are tolerated like bad weather. Why thieves, drug dealers, and abusers cycle through the courts like it’s a drive-thru window. Ask why we don’t jail people anymore. Ask why police don’t intervene. Then ask who benefits.
This isn’t justice—it’s appeasement. A society that rationalizes violence because of someone’s immigration status or ancestry is no longer defending order. It’s dismantling itself. This kind of cowardice doesn’t protect the vulnerable—it breeds predators. And it tells every honest Canadian: your life is worth less than a judge’s diversity seminar.
We’re not slipping into danger—we’re already in it. A justice system that excuses criminality in the name of equity is not enlightened. It’s suicidal. And we’ll keep burying cops, kids, and working-class Canadians until someone has the balls to say: enough.