Today’s image is a tribute to my own little dog, whom I’ve had since he was nine weeks old. I am quite sure he’s far more patient than I am, and he’s always happy to see me when I return home from one of my frequent trips.
With that said, today marks nine full weeks since we filed the application with the Court. As much as I struggle with trying to ignore this issue, it is surprisingly difficult to ignore something with such a profound impact on one’s life. I’ve obsessively reviewed numerous other applications in various cases – I know that most applications are never even completed by applicants and such applications are typically rejected out-of-hand. Most applications are granted or denied within two months – I have not looked at every application, but I have looked at hundreds at this point, and I can state that I have not seen any that have gone more than two months without a decision one way or the other.
Despite the fact that it is patently unwise to try and read anything into this, I find myself succumbing to this temptation. I know that it’s at least meriting serious review – one of those files that cannot be dismissed out-of-hand (or it would have been dismissed by now) but without any insight into how the Court decides to grant (or not grant) such cases it is difficult for me to say if the delay is because they have decided to grant review and are now awaiting the appropriate resource (ergo, a court room and a judge to hear the application) or it is bouncing around between judges (“I don’t want to deal with this case, but it seems substantial, perhaps you want to handle it?’) Who knows?
I realized today that one thing the immigration process certainly teaches one is how insignificant any one individual is in its face. As I stare out at the north Pacific, 4 meter high waves crashing into the shore, I get the same sense : that I’m really not very important in the grand scheme of things.
One person I know takes umbrage any time someone challenges the system; I often wonder if he is right and it is morally wrong to question the decisions of one’s society – so if Canada views me as a person without worth, or at least without sufficient worth to allow me to remain with my family, friends, home and work, perhaps they truly are right and perhaps it is morally wrong of me to challenge their judgement – after all, who am I to question them?
Nevertheless, I have challenged the system. While I truly hope that the judiciary is independent of political considerations, I suspect that any judge reviewing the application will realize the political implications were the application to be successful – and perhaps that will be the actual reason they ultimately reject my application. Of course, if that happens, I will never know that this was truly the reason, since the Court does not explain why they choose to refuse an application.
None of this changes the basic fact: I will have to wait to learn the outcome of the application. I truly wish I was able to simply set it aside and forget about it.