I arrived in Toronto on July 8th, 1966, in Canada’s 99th year. The population of Toronto was around 95% White, the rest being Indians (currently referred to as “indiginous” – the nom-du-jour can change quite frequently), and Blacks, whose ancestors arrived here via the Underground Railway. Others were few and far between.
One of the “others” was a Jamaican work-mate whose mother was Black and his father Jewish, a rather unusual mix I would think! He wanted to go out for a few beers after work one Friday, and we went to the El Mocambo, later to become famous thanks to the Rolling Stones, (with an assist from Justin Trudeau’s mother Margaret).