Jean Ovide Bourdeau

Workman Street Jean Ovide Bourdeau

My main objective was really to use the tool of a novelized autobiography to memorialize the otherwise never to be known murder of my dear 'father', Joseph Omer Ovide Bourdeau, and thereby identify his two murderers, my bi-ological mother, Georgette Chevalier, and her boyfriend, Léopold Legault - before I soon en-ter that eternal silence myself. While the true and sad story told here about the wretched lives of people in a particular ghetto of Montréal in Canada pales when compared to the hell holes found in so many places around our planet, it nevertheless became a necessary background to un-derstand the story presented here. It embodies in great part the serious damage caused when a religious establishment takes over the thoughts and behavior of a whole people - especially when the governance in place seeks its support. What also follows after this forward highlights in direct and indirect ways the role and absence of re-sponsibility and lack of accountability from economi-cally better off and more educated people in authori-ty, including the majority of politicians, the whole Church establishment and the old traditional profes-sions in Québec, which chose to ignore the vast ma-jority of the unfortunate occupants of the various ghettos of poverty and despair in the province of Québec.