Bands of booze-rattled Inuit

Canada's Inuit are among the world's most noble people. Their strength and fortitude, dealing with harsh living conditions are something we could all learn from. But as with any community, there's always a small number of dubious individuals that give the rest of the gang a bad name. Every major Canadian city has a gang of Inappropriately Inebrediated Inuit who congregate wherever there's booze on the cheap. Barkeeps love these people but residents are less keen. (St. Catherine Street mecca Bar Diana was once said to be owned by a guy who'd pay First Nations Canadians the flight from up north because they knew that they'd be top notch consumers of their swill.) Now Upper Lachine Road at its western tip has become increasingly overrun by such drunks. Typical conversation you might encounter if you cross one:"Scuu-eeeeeyuze me Sirrr-r, do you... have the time? Can't you hear me? F-u-uck you!" (I've been hit by this three times this summer). The bar on the left - close to a home where the Inuit stay in town while waiting for operations - has become the hub for such drunkards. A depanneur a few doors down was notoriously nailed for selling marijuna to the Inuit. The last photo shows a dangerously skinny Inuit woman dutifully walking (stumbling?) three steps behind her companion who is not an Inuit.