This is no way to treat a Canadian, or indeed almost anyone:
Gisele Lagace is a Canadian comic book artist for Archie, Dynamite IDW, a number of comic book publishers in the USA. She was planning to drive down to Chicago to attend this weekend’s C2E2 exhibition.
Welp, no C2E2 for me. Was refused entry at the border. They kept pressing about the comics I had and the sketches, and well, I had to be honest and said that I did get paid for commissions but before hand, but since they weren’t complete, it was considered work in the us. Comics wise, I had maybe $700 in value if I had sold everything. Honestly, it’s not a lot.
Was asked if I was the only one doing this as I looked surprised to be refused entry. I said no, many artists from around the world attend these to promote themselves. I don’t think they cared.
And things then proceeded to get worse:
… they searched me throughout and found 2 white pills in my wallet. There was no identification on them and I wasn’t sure what they were. Once I calmed down after being touched all over, I remembered they were generic acetaminophen from the dollar store that I carry around in case Marc gets a headache as it sometimes happen. I forgot they were even in there.
Anyway, I wasn’t turned around for the 2 acetaminophen, as they found those after I was refused entry for the comics in my car and the unfinished sketches but they kept us longer there until they were convinced they weren’t narcotics.
Guy wearing a jacket lined with C4? “Come right through, sir.”
During World Tour ’04, I approached to within a fraction of a block of the Canadian border. I decided I didn’t want to disturb them on a Sunday morning. Nowadays I am forced to assume that the Canadians would be fine with me — but my ostensible countrymen would give me a ration of shit upon my return.