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Annamie Paul, candidate for leadership of the Green Party, had a surprising Winnipeg connection – unknown to her until recently
By GERRY POSNER
Imagine my surprise when I picked up a very recent edition of the JP&N and I saw an article on the very woman, Annamie Paul, I had just been asked to interview by Bernie Bellan. (Bernie’s reason for his wanting me to interview Annamie – even though the paper had just published an article about her, had to do with a Winnipeg connection – about which Annamie was probably unaware.)
With this second article, you might think that the JP&N was “ pulling” for her – but, rest assured, it’s only because something in that first article about Annamie certainly caught my attention – and it wasn’t just that Annamie is both Black and Jewish!
This fall there will be an election for a new leader of the Federal Green Party. That election might not stir up much interest yet in Manitoba and beyond, but for Winnipeggers, there are two candidates who have a real connection to the city.
Firstly, most Winnipeggers will recall former mayor Glen Murray. Well, take note that Glen is indeed running hard to be elected to be the new leader.
But secondly, Annamie Paul has a Winnipeg connection through the rabbi who converted her to Judaism: the late Rabbi Jim Diamond. (Read on to find out how Annamie came to be associated with Rabbi Diamond.)
Annamie Paul is likely setting an historical record just by running. First of all, even though there have been other females in Canada run and indeed get elected to Parliament, none of these candidates was at the same time, Black and Jewish. The voter will recognize the Black part, but the Jewish aspect of Annamie is perhaps not as well known as it should be, though Annamie is far from shy about disclosing her Jewishness. In short, Annamie represents diversity, which is a policy for which she ardently advocates.
Let me be clear from the outset that Annamie is not just entering this race to be the political version of Drake or Sammy Davis Jr. This woman has, as they say in the musical world, the ‘chops” to be the leader. Take a look at her background and you have to be amazed. She is to start off a lawyer, having graduated from the University of Ottawa with a Bachelor of Laws and who has since dedicated her career for the most part to public affairs. Her work background includes time spent working for the Canadian Mission to the European Union, providing advice to the International Criminal Court and later acting as the Executive Director of the Barcelona Policy Action Plan. Moreover, she has served as a Director for a leading conflict prevention NGO in Brussels. It ought not therefore be a surprise that this woman speaks fluent English, French, Catalan and is an intermediate speaker of Spanish (also a smattering of Hebrew).
Aside from all that, Paul ran in the 2019 election as a Green candidate – against none other than the Finance Minister, Bill Morneau. She finished fourth out of a group of eight. But, she resisted the pleas of many of her supporters to pick an easier riding. The fact is that Paul is not one who is easily fazed by difficult challenges.
One of those difficult challenges was her becoming Jewish. This was not something that just happened. Annamie had long been interested in Judaism and had an early exposure to Jewish families, growing up in Toronto. She even attended Bar and Bat Mitzvah parties as a youngster. Thus, her connection to Judaism was real. When she studied at Princeton University to obtain a Master’s Degree in Public Affairs over 20 years ago, she made the decision to convert to Judaism.
It was at Princeton, over a two-year period, that Paul made a connection with a rabbi whose roots were genuine north end Winnipeg – as in Boyd, Luxton and Rupertsland Avenues. This rabbi was none other than the late Rabbi James Diamond – a man whom, I might add, was my first cousin – and a beloved cousin to be sure. Oddly, over the year of Paul’s studying under Rabbi Diamond, the fact that he was a Canadian never came up in conversation, she told me.
Rabbi Diamond was the head of the Center for Jewish Life at Princeton for close to 10 years after a career in the rabbinate with Hillel, first at Indiana University, then later at Washington University in St. Louis. Diamond had done other conversions, but this conversion was likely his first and only Black Canadian woman.
And, he did not go easy on Annamie. Even though Jim used to describe himself as a Conservative rabbi with an Orthodox bent, he tried to give to Annamie, as she wanted, a more complete Orthodox instruction which would allow her entry into the Orthodox world if she required it.
She had to appear of course in front of a Beit Din, a panel of three learned men, who quizzed her on aspects of Judaism. Of course, she completed her conversion process with her immersion in a Mikveh. Annamie did it all and she gives Rabbi Diamond total credit for instilling in her this love for Judaism. She says he was responsible for her ability to read Hebrew, her desire to keep a kosher home, and ensuring that her sons had a Jewish education.
In fact one of her sons, Malachi, now 20, was born in Princeton. Both boys celebrated their Bar Mitzvahs – Malachi in Barcelona, and Jonas, in Toronto. Her husband of 24 years, Mark Freeman, a lawyer specializing in human rights, and Annamie, have carved out a real Jewish life for themselves. For Annamie Paul, Judaism speaks to her of values that she holds dear to her, particularly the humanism of the faith and its concern for the welfare of others.
Now, the Green Party has had its share of critics, as do all political parties. One area of concern for Jews is the attitude of the party re Israel. Annamie was clear to me that the Green Party in no way is a supporter of the BDS movement. Where the Green Party stands with respect to the settlements is uncertain, but clearly Paul is cognizant of the issues involved. What Paul is not afraid to do is to be a critic even of her own party if she thinks it has strayed off its platform. She is trying to push both her own party and indeed the whole country to reflect a more diverse and inclusive character.
On the one hand you would have to say that Annamie Paul is a long shot to be elected leader and yet, when you consider her path from nowhere to the present, her determination to embrace her Judaism and the causes that she has pursued with passion, I suggest that Canada would be well served with Annamie Paul as the head of the Green Party. My cousin Jim Diamond would be behind her all the way.
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I Speak “Jew”
By MARK E. PAULL I grew up in Montreal. Born in 1956. Anglo by birth, sure. But that never quite fit. I don’t speak “Anglo” the way they mean it. My real language is Jew.
And I don’t mean Hebrew or Yiddish. I mean the language of reading the room before you enter it. The code-switching, shame-dodging, laugh-first-so-they-don’t-pounce dialect we pick up early. It’s a language built on side-eyes and timing and ten generations of tension.
I speak French—enough to make myself understood. Enough to charm a dinner table, crack a joke, get someone’s uncle to nod. I’m not fluent, but I’m fast. Doesn’t matter. In Quebec, language isn’t grammar—it’s inheritance. It’s who your grandfather cursed out in a hardware store.
To the Francophones, I’ll never be one of them. My accent betrays me before I say a word. I’m just an Anglo. And not even that, really. Because when the lens tightens, when they look closely, I’m just un Juif. Just a Jew.
And to the Anglos? Same thing. I can wear the suit, speak the Queen’s English, order the wine properly—still a Jew. Even in rooms where I “pass,” I don’t belong. I’m not invited in to be myself. I’m invited in to behave. To be safe. To not say the thing that makes the air stiff.
We’re the only people still called by our religion. No one says “Orthodox” for a Greek. No one says “Vatican” for an Italian. No one calls a Black man “Baptist” before they see his face. But “Jew”? That sticks. That’s the label. Before passport. Before language. Before hello.
I’ve mostly made peace with that. But there’s still this ache—knowing you can live your whole life in a place and never really be from there.
Let me tell you a story.
We had this block party once—the folding-table, paper-plate kind. Kids zipping by on scooters. Music low. Everyone asked to bring something from “your culture.”
The Greek guy brought lemon potatoes and lamb—felt like it came with a side of Byzantine history. The Italians brought two lasagnas—meat and veggie—with basil placed like confetti. The Vietnamese couple brought shrimp rolls that vanished before they hit the table. Even the German guy—built like a fridge—brought bratwurst and a six-pack with gothic lettering.
And then us.
My partner made Moroccan fish. Her grandmother’s recipe. Red with tomatoes, garlic, cumin. Studded with olives and preserved lemon. I brought a bottle of white wine. Dry. Crisp. From the Golan Heights. Not Manischewitz. Not even close.
We laid it out. Someone leaned over: “Moroccan? But I thought you were Jewish.”
We smiled. “We are.”
Then: “So… where’s the brisket? Isn’t Jewish wine supposed to be sweet?”
That’s when it hits you. No matter how long you’ve lived here, how many snowstorms you’ve shoveled through, you’re still explaining yourself. Still translating your presence.
Because they don’t know. They don’t know Jews came from everywhere. That “Jewish” isn’t one dish—it’s a whole map. That we had Jews in Morocco before there was even a France. That some of us grew up on kreplach, some on kefta. That some of our mothers sang in Yiddish, others in Arabic, and some in both—depending on who was knocking.
They don’t know. And worse—they don’t ask.
And that’s the part that gets you. Not the slurs. Not the graffiti. Not even the occasional muttered cliché. It’s the blankness. The shrug. The image they already have of you that’s built out of dreidels and sitcoms.
“Jewish” as nostalgic. As novelty. Something they saw once on a bagel.
Sometimes, when those questions come, I float. One version of me walks out. Another turns into a mouse. One turns into a Frisbee. Just gone. Not mad. Just tired.
Because being a Jew isn’t cute. It’s not nostalgic.
It’s ancient.
Before Montreal.
Before France.
Before Poland. Before Spain.
Before pogroms.
Before ghettos.
Before Hitler.
Before even the word Europe.
We were there.
Go back to the 5th century. 2nd century.
Go back to Jesus—our kid, by the way.
Go further—Babylon. Persia.
Keep going—Temple. Exile. Wandering.
And still, after all that, I’m at a table in Quebec explaining why our fish has cumin in it.
It’s almost funny. If it didn’t wear you down a little.
I’m not looking for pity. This isn’t a complaint.
I’m proud. I know what I carry. I walk into any room with five thousand years behind me. I come from people who kept the lights on through every kind of darkness—and laughed through it, too.
But sometimes, I just wish I didn’t have to explain so much.
All I want is to put down my dish…
…and hear someone say:
“That smells amazing. Tell me the story.”
That’s all.
Mark E. Paull, C.A.C. is a Certified ADHD Coach – IPHM, CMA, IIC&M, CPD Certified
Writer | Lived-Experience Advocate | Type 1 Diabetic since 1967
He has been published in:
The New York Times, The Globe and Mail, Folklife Magazine, Times of Israel, CHADD’s Attention Magazine, The Good Men Project
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At 104, Besse Gurevich last original resident of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence
By MYRON LOVE At 104, Besse Gurevich is the last of the original residents of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence. She may also be the oldest member of our Jewish community.
Although her vision and her hearing have diminished considerably, her mind and memory are still intact. A few weeks back, this writer sat down with her in her suite as she recalled a life filled with highs and lows and her many contributions to her community, both in Winnipeg and Fort William before that.
The daughter of Jack and Rebecca Avit, her life’s journey began in 1921 in a home on Carlton Street near Ellice Avenue, near her father’s furniture store. He later operated a cap factory.
When she was ten, the family – she had two brothers and a sister – moved to Manitoba Avenue in the old North End. “My father had put a deposit down on a house on Scotia,” she recalls. “But my parents didn’t feel that the neighbourhood was Jewish enough.”
Her schooling included Peretz School and, like so many of her generation, St. John’s Tech (as it was known back then.) “I was actually supposed to be going to Isaac Newton for high school,” she says. We were living on the wrong side of the tracks for St. John’s. After one day at Isaac Newton, I found a way to transfer to St. John’s.”
In 1940, 19-year-old Bessie Avit married Jack Gurevich, a young man from Fort William. The wedding was marred though, by the sudden, untimely passing of her father.
Following the wedding, Besse moved with her new husband to Fort William where Jack Gurevich worked in retail clothing sales. “We lived in Fort William for 20 years,” she says. “Our three children (Judy, Richard and Howard) were born there.”
She recalls that there were about 200 Jewish families – including her sister and one of her brothers for some years – in town, during the time she lived there. “We were very well known in the community,” she recalls. “I was involved in everything.”
Her community activism continued after the family’s return to her home town. While Jack went to work as a salesman for Western Glove Works, Besse became an indefatigable community volunteer. At one time or another, she served as vice-president of ORT, Hadassah and National Council of Jewish Women in Winnipeg. She was also a long time B’nai Brith member.
In the business world, the highlight of her career was the building of Linden Woods. “I became involved in real estate development for a time,” she recalls. “I was hired by Genstar to develop Linden Woods. The company estimated that it would take about 20 years to complete. I got it done in two.”
She also taught hair dressing for a while. “I worked with many young Jewish brides,” she says.
Recent years have not been kind to Besse Gurevich. Her beloved husband, Jack, died in 2016 – after almost 65 years of marriage. Older son, Richard, passed away in Vancouver in 2018 and, most recently –six months ago – younger son, Howard, followed. She notes that there were 200 mourners at Howard’s funeral.
(Howard Gurevich was in marketing for many years before turning his talents to the art world. In recent years, he was best known for Gurevich Fine Art in the Exchange District and his support of local artists.)
Besse Gurevich celebrated her 100th birthday – which took place at the height of the Covid shutdown – quietly.
While she used to enjoy reading. she is unable to do so any more. She can still listen to television.
And while she has few family members to visit her any more, she does have a group of friends interesting enough from the local theatre scene. For many years, she was a close friend of the late Doreen Brownstone, one of the leading figures in theatre in Winnipeg for more than half a century. Besse became part of the group that would visit Doreen every week and, since Doreen passed on three years ago, the members of the group have continued to visit Besse on a weekly basis.
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Winnipeg author’s first novel gripping tale of romance, action and intrigue, set in 15th century Spain and Morocco
By MYRON LOVE “The Chronos of Andalucia”, a novel just released by first-time author Merom Toledano, is a historical romance set in late 15th century Spain and Morocco, filled with passion, action, intrigue, unexpected twists and turns – and, of course, with the requirement of any medieval story – a quest.
The easy-to-read, 190 page book follows the adventures of Catalina, a young woman living by her wits on the streets of Granada in the year 1487, (just after the Christian armies of Ferdinand and Isabella had recaptured all of Spain from the Moors) – while trying to evade the agents of the Inquisition, who had murdered her Jewish mother and Christian father 10 years earlier. She was left with an insatiable desire to learn about astronomy, along with a mysterious map and an astrolabe (an instrument formerly used to make astronomical measurements) – the importance of which will only be unveiled if she can get to the city of Tangier in Morocco.
Early on, there is a reference to Abraham Zacuto, a prominent Spanish rabbi famed for his knowledge of astronomy and astrology.
The action begins when she has a casual interaction with a former Spanish soldier, Diego. When the forces of the Inquisition approach, she flees with the soldier – who is also her love interest – and who helps her to escape. They turn for help to a childhood friend of Catalina’s – Roberta, a nun, who helps them on their perilous journey to Tangier – a journey that includes being captured by pirates, surviving a shipwreck, being separated for a long period of time and, of course, finding each other again and realizing the success of their joint quest.
In his writing, the author paints vivid word pictures of the different characters and beautifully invokes the colour, sights, sounds and scents of the time and the places.
What I found truly remarkable about the writing of “The Chronos of Andalucia” is that English is not Merom Toledano’s first language. The Israeli-born author – he grew up near Haifa – came to Winnipeg with his young family just eight years ago.
“I have had this book in mind for several years now,” says the satellite engineer whose working career takes him to many different parts of the world.
He notes that he has always felt a connection to Spain, Spanish music and literature – a reflection of his family’s modern origins in that country. His great-grandparents, he relates, lived in Toledo – hence the family name, Toledano. His parents lived in Meknes in Morocco while his father attended university in Tangier before making aliyah.
Toledano just published “The Chronos of Andalucia” in April on Amazon. He reports that the book – which is available here at McNally Robinson – has been selling well –close to 100 copies – with orders coming from a bookstore chain in England, a bookstore in Denmark, and one in Italy.
“I have had between 30 and 40 positive reviews so far,” he reports.
Toledano adds that he envisages “The Chronos of Andalucia” to be the first in a series – a la the writer Danielle Steele. He is already working on a sequel – which is hinted at the end of “The Chronos” and, he reports, he is establishing his own independent publishing operation.