The name is Julianne Bosworth, and I've got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to an English-Canadian father and an Aboriginal Canadian mother. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light bronze skin, long Black hair and light brown eyes, that's essentially me in a nutshell. Exotically beautiful, those are the words I hear most often from people who meet me. Can't say that I dislike them words, folks. Every woman loves to be complimented, respectfully of course.
Race is a source of conflict when it comes to our identity-obsessed society, ladies and gentlemen. I am a natural-born citizen of Canada, a woman, and an agent of law enforcement, that's how I define myself. I am a biracial female, and that's often been the source of grief in my twenty seven years upon this earth. I've been mistaken for everything from Japanese to Puerto Rican or even Mexican, but I always tell people that I am half White and half Aboriginal Canadian. I do this proudly, since it's the truth. I was raised Christian, but these days, I don't subscribe to any particular religion.
The way I see it, religion is just an opiate for the masses. One that's been the source of countless conflict throughout human history. I've looked at Roman Catholicism, Islam, Judaism and a few others, and they're time-honored and proven methods of social control if you ask me. I do believe in a Creator, but I don't much care for the madness of organized religion. Look at all the conflicts between Jews and Muslims in the State of Palestine, and the frequent wars between Maronite Christians and Sunni Muslims in the Republic of Lebanon. Without religion, I feel that we'd all be better off.
I met my husband Kader Osman while attending Carleton University. I studied criminology and Kader, a proud Somali-Canadian scholar, studied civil engineering. Six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair, Kader Osman looked simply beautiful to me. The Somali stud was quite shy around the ladies but I went after him with a vengeance. I always go for what I want, folks. And I got my sweet Kader.
After graduation, my husband Kader Osman got hired as a rookie civil engineer by Hydro Ottawa, and I began working for the Canadian Department of Corrections. That's a fancy way of saying that I'm a prison guard working in a federal penitentiary, folks. I do what I can to provide for my family. Family is everything where I come from. You can ask any Aboriginal Canadian person, folks. To my people, faith and family are sacred.
I am the half-Aboriginal wife of a Black Muslim man from Somalia, and the mother of two mixed-race sons. Life isn't easy for me. Sometimes, I think the most hated minority groups in the vastness of Canada are Africans and Aboriginals. All other groups seem to hate on us. If you go to prisons in Ontario, most of the people there are either Aboriginal Canadians, or Canadians of African descent. The cops target these two minority groups the most. I work in law enforcement and the racism I see daily disgusts me, but I've got a mortgage to worry about.
The only friend I have at the Canadian Department of Corrections is Ramon Furtado, a handsome young man who got hired as an officer last year. Ramon was born in the region of Manaus, Brazil, to Jao Furtado, a Black Brazilian father and Maria Vasquez, a White mother originally from the region of Majorca, Spain. Ramon's family emigrated to Canada's Capital region in the 1990s and they've been here ever since. We get all kinds of newcomers in the beautiful province of Ontario, don't we?
Tall, dark and handsome, Ramon Furtado was educated at Ryerson University in the City of Toronto and speaks six languages, including English, Spanish and Portuguese. The guys at the Canadian Department of Corrections, mostly middle-aged White guys, are intimidated by Ramon because of his manliness and his skin color. All the women at work fawn over Ramon, but he's politely distant in his dealings with them. I respect Ramon for his professionalism and charm, and I sometimes talk to him after work.
