Celebrating The 4th With The Enemy

by Dick Meister, June 30, 2010

The Fourth of July, as we all know, is Independence Day. Hurray for George Washington and the revolution­aries, down with King George and the British. That sort of thing.

But have you ever wondered what it's like on the other side? Have you ever celebrated the Fourth across the border in Canada, in that territory settled by pro-British "Loyalists" who fled the United States after the Revolutionary War? It is a most peculiar experience for one accustomed to the American way of viewing the events of 1776.

My wife Gerry and I observed the Fourth on the other side a few years back -- in Fredericton, the beautiful little capital of New Brunswick, named in honor of King George's second son, Frederic. Going into Fredericton meant going into the camp of a former enemy - a friend now, but a former enemy who openly hails the "Loyal­ists" who fought for them against us. I mean people who opposed our revolution and never even said they were sorry.

Our first stop was the hallowed Loyalist Cemetery near the banks of the Saint John River at the far end of Waterloo Row, burial ground of Fredericton's revered founders - anti-American Tories, the lot of them. We trudged down a muddy path to a ring of trees around a swampy grass clearing in which the Tory heroes lay, prepared to utter a revolutionary sentiment or two over them in honor of the holiday.

We managed to get a quick look at a couple of thin, well-worn, tottering slate headstones - but that was all. Before we could even open our mouths, they struck - angry swarms of dread North woods mosquitoes.  Backwards we dashed.  Quickly. Very quickly. We slapped at each other as we squished awkwardly over the wet ground, batting mosquitoes off hair, face, neck, arms, clothes. Much buzzing. Much stinging. They were everywhere. The Tories' revenge. For days afterward, we bore the swollen red marks of the Loyalists.

More insults were to come, in the Legislative Assem­bly chambers downtown. The chambers are elegant: ornately carved desks, elaborately patterned silk wall covering, thick crimson carpeting.  But look up on the walls, in the places of honor on either side of the Speaker's chair.  To the left there's a portrait of George III, the very monarch we made a revolution against, to the right a portrait of his queen, Charlotte - and both painted by no less a master than Joshua Reynolds.

George is in fact treated much better in New Bruns­wick than he generally is in Great Britain.  Historians there ridicule him for being a bit of a loon and for such loony acts as overtaxing the American colonists and overreacting to their protests by then waging war against them. In Fredericton, they think George did the right thing.

In the United States, of course, we celebrate the end of colonialism.  But in Fredericton they seem to yearn for its return.  Union Jacks fly from staffs all over town and portraits of Queen Elizabeth and her consort hang in government and private buildings everywhere. Ceremo­nial guards outside City Hall wear the white pith hel­mets, long crimson jackets and black uniform trousers of the British colonial soldier.

Just behind City Hall stand the restored quarters of the British garrison that was stationed in the city for more than a century, one of the buildings now housing a museum full of anti-revolutionary twaddle. Captions below portraits of leading Loyalists praise them for "faith, courage, sacrifices" against Yankees, who are for the most part described as violent, crude, rude and vul­gar. Here, toor a portrait of George III hangs in a place of honor. Among the Loyalists singled out is that other fine fellow, Benedict Arnold, who lived in New Brunswick before slinking off to Mother England in 1791. At least the museum keepers have the decency to own up to Arnold's "reputation for crookedness."

Loyalists also are favorites in New Brunswick's neigh­boring province of Nova Scotia, particularly in the capital of Halifax. There, the American revolutionaries are portrayed as bad guys who would have made Nova Scotia a U.S. colony if the British hadn't beefed up their garrison on Citadel Hill, a massive fortress that towers high above the city, guarding every access, be it by land or by sea.

The champion Loyalist stronghold is the New Bruns­wick city of Saint John. "Loyalist City," it's called. It has a Loyalist Burial Ground, naturally, but also a Loyalist Trail, Loyalist Apartments, Loyalist Coin & Collectibles shop, Loyalist Pub and, among many other things loyal­istic, Loyalist Days, an annual week-long festival hon­oring Saint John's founders.  At a high point in the festi­val 100 or so appropriately costumed Loyalists - "His Majesty's Loyal Troops" - fend off a brigade of actors portraying American rebels attempting to "capture" Saint John.

The latter-day Loyalists claimed to like us neverthe­less. In Fredericton, for instance, a half-dozen U.S. flags fluttered smartly outside the Lord Beaverbrook Hotel, the city's finest, and the marquee proclaimed, "We Salute our American Friends. Happy 4th of July."

Sure. Funny, though, that they forgot to call off the mosquitoes.

(Dick Meister lives in San Francisco, but has spent a lot of time among our former enemies in Canada. Visit him at dickmeister.com.)

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