Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to address you, the lawmakers of my country and the citizens of Canada.
I am Barbara Porteous; I am a Canadian. Canada says no, you are a 70-year-old woman without a country. On February 2 last year I applied for a replacement citizenship card to facilitate applying for a passport. On July 31 I received a letter from Citizenship and Immigration that stated:
You ceased to be a citizen June 14, 1960, the day following your 24th birthday, as you were not residing in Canada on that date nor had you applied to retain your citizenship prior to that date.
I was born in Oroville, Washington, June 13, 1936. My father was a Canadian. In June of 1955 I married David Porteous, a Canadian born in Canada. We have been married almost 52 years. We have three children, eight grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. They're all born in Canada and they all live in Canada.
To enter Canada in June 1955, I submitted the required forms and medical report to the officer in charge at the Citizenship and Immigration office in Osoyoos. Noting my father was a Canadian at my birth, he stated, “You don't need these; you are a Canadian.”
In July 1955 I received a letter and an immigration card with the instruction to retain this card carefully, as it identified my status in Canada as a Canadian citizen. The letter also welcomed me and said, “Enjoy your new life in Canada.” There was no information given to me at any time or in that letter regarding loss-of-citizenship provisos.
In 1959 we ran into a little financial trouble—a two-year-old child and another on the way—and fathers bail you out, so my dad bought a little resort out of Tonasket, Washington that we could operate.
When obtaining clearance to enter the United States, the American consul issued a loss of nationality certificate for my American right, due to the fact that I had taken an oath to a foreign country when I performed poll clerk duties in the 1957 Canadian federal election. That was marking my decision to be a fully participating Canadian citizen.
I had been acknowledged as a Canadian at age 19. I became a Canadian fully at age 21. I was moving 40 miles into the United States, which was exempt from registration at age 23; that is, to my understanding, in the back of my passport. I'm not a lawyer. It said what it said: I did not have to register; if I was living abroad for three months or longer I did not have to register—
Let me read it out:
Canadian citizens intending to reside for more than three (3) months in a country abroad (EXCEPT the United Kingdom and the UNITED STATES) are advised, in their best interest, to register at the nearest Diplomatic, Consular or Trade Commissioner.
I had no concerns about my citizenship, and neither did the officers at the port of entry or the member of Parliament elected when I lost my American rights—we were all friends; we've known them for years.
We returned to Canada in 1965 and settled in the Osoyoos area, and for the past 42 years we have contributed to our community and our country. My husband was an alderman for the village or town of Osoyoos for 13 years. I've worked for Elections Canada as recently as 2003. I have voted in every municipal, provincial, and federal election. That is my responsibility as a citizen.
I was a census taker in 1995. My application for old age pension was approved, and I have received these benefits for the past five years.
You have made me without a country. I have lived here illegally for 42 years? Are you going to want my pension back? Well, I'll hit the airwaves again.
The grant of citizenship, offered as a quick solution, is for me to live in this nightmare of fees and forms for months and years to come.
So I say on behalf of all these people affected by the 1947 archaic citizenship laws, they're approaching their senior years. You've got to look at this now. I am the tip of the iceberg. You just went a little over, but they're coming in at 60 and 64. I can no longer visit my extended family. My sisters and my brothers and friends, all in their seventies, go golfing and do all the things I have done, freely, as a Canadian citizen. Between Oroville and Osoyoos, my life has been 25 miles over the last 50 years.
I have never been so disappointed in my country. I can't believe it. I don't know what the problem is, but I want to know why I am here.
Thank you for your time.