The is above all an exercise of tough love addressed to my very own people, French-speaking French-Canadians from the province of Quebec - a community that did not take care of nor provide for me and those like me: the poor of south-west Montreal. Tough indeed it is, I admit, but a love of my people nonetheless, sadly expressed in English, since my community of the Forties and Fifties did not see to it that I receive a French education - except for a very limited one in primary school. It is also and further an expression of hope for the future, as I peer into what I believe, we, as a community, can contribute to the generations following us as well as for the rest of the world. This essay consists of several interconnected and intermingled themes discussed here throughout by means of unorthodox political discussions that only two older soul mates - our thespians in these discussions - are capable of.