I live in Ottawa, the capital of Canada. It is the only major city the Ottawa Valley, a large district that extends from Lake Nippissing to the Saint Lawrence River and comprises some of western Quebec as well as eastern Ontario. Except for pockets of Polish and Finnish settlement, its rural areas resemble Nova Scotia and New Brunswick in both poverty and ethnic make-up.

Here in the Valley, "Anglo" or "English" typically means "The Man" -- the well-dressed members of the managerial class. It means the people who ran the paper mill that closed and threw the bread-winner of your family out of a job. It means the banker who won't extend your equipment loan. It means the people who make the government policies that seem carefully designed to prevent you from collecting pogey.

The actual ethnicity and personal history of those individuals is irrelevant; in fact, eastern Ontario managers are often bilingual francophones from blue-collar backgrounds who are themselves only two pay-cheques from deep trouble. The source of friction is not their language or their heritage, but their access to opportunities that others want and cannot quite seem to grasp.