Election door knocking reveals a darkness in the burbs

There is a dark secret in the suburbs. This year I ran for Ward 1 councillor in Richmond Hill. I set out to visit every street in Oak Ridges. It took three months, walking seven days a week. I wore out two pairs of shoes.

What I learned about my neighbours was alarming. While Richmond Hill is beautiful and has some of the most valuable real estate in Canada, many residents are in a dark place.

Most people avoided talking with me. Doorbells linked to homeowner cellphones didn’t help. Ironically, many I did meet admitted to feeling isolated and disconnected from their neighbours. I talked with about1,700 folks. Overwhelmingly, people told me that they were frustrated with an increasing tax burden and governments are failing them at all levels. Two-income families complained about the difficulty of finding affordable daycare, especially for special-needs children.

Many people are looking after elderly relatives with health issues, including dementia. Caregivers spoke of being consumed by their situation, some having to quit their jobs to stay home.

I heard that private long-term care is too expensive and subsidized facilities have long waiting lists. All caregivers spoke of a lack of home support.

Large numbers of folks have adult children living with them. The most common reason being a lack of affordable housing. One woman squeezed my arm, looked me in the eyes and begged me to help get her 30-something son out of her basement and into the world.

I chatted with young people who have graduated from a college or university, but have not found a relevant job and are working for minimum wage.

Many spoke of feeling uncertain about their future. I heard over and over that the rising cost of living is inching people closer to their tipping point. Many want to move, but have no idea where to find a more affordable location.

Stressed out people often look for a scapegoat. I heard racist, antiimmigration comments from people of all ages and varied backgrounds.

Some may have little sympathy for my neighbours. But what hap- pens to the Canadian way of life if the middle class fails?

I didn’t just see a few residents struggling. I saw many struggling. People don’t seem to think that things are going to get better for them. The lack of hope is alarming. It is clear to me that for some of my neighbours, their situation is critical. I don’t think Oak Ridges is unique.

I won’t be a councillor this time, but for those in positions of power, it’s time to wake up and respond to a growing crisis. My neighbourhood, my province and my country depend on it.