Posted on | November 18, 2010 | No Comments
Are there more painful memories from teenage years than these moments in PhysEd class where the teachers planned for us to perform in some kind of team sport : soccer, handball, volleyball, etc.?
Invariably, a few favourites, generally the same class after class, where selected ahead of time by the teacher as leaders of their respective teams. Then they would select each in their own turn, the students who gathered in a corner of the gym, or sat quietly on a bench.
A long Calvary would then begin for the latter. As long as the number of unselected students was higher than that of the chosen ones, life was beautiful. Each was comfortable in their personal illusions regarding their belonging to such and such group, club, and so on. Each had the feeling they truly belonged to a team.
But slowly as the pool of candidates trickled down to a few remainders, a harsh reality would dawn on them. Their team really wasn’t theirs. It was more of a default setting, and their presence was actually not quite necessary. The last seconds were a cruel torture. And then came the time to dispatch the very last student.
Then, in the worst of scenarios, the class, divided in two groups, was made of an odd number of students. Each leader, looking down on the cast off, could loudly claim to be satisfied with their own team and graciously hand over the last person to their opponents.
Jean Charest’s life kind of mirrors this reality. Gradually, his last supporters, seated next to him on the bench, have left, recruited by another team. Previously comforted in his stubbornness by the sheer number of his allies, he is now truly alone. Those who supported him now either claim for an inquiry commission, or are themselves in the spotlight due to their past behaviour.
But Little John now has to choose. Where will he play? Who will want him? Will he remain stuck on the bench all season?