On Monday, June 9, Canadian Jesuits International (CJI) staff had the honour of welcoming Cardinal Pedro Ricardo Barreto Jimeno, S.J., to its office in Toronto.
Cardinal Barreto — the Emeritus Metropolitan Archbishop of Huancayo (Peru), President of the Episcopal Conference of the Amazon, and close collaborator of Pope Francis on Laudato Sí— stopped by on his way to the G7 Jubilee People’s Forum scheduled June 12-15 in Calgary...
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Artificial intelligence (AI) is increasingly entering public life in Ghana, including through digital systems used for identification, verification and service delivery. The ethical question is therefore not simply what AI can do, but what happens to people when digital systems become gateways through which citizenship, mobility or access to services are recognised. In northern Ghana, especially in border communities, this is a concrete question. I was privilege to visit Pusiga community in November 2025 with a Jesuit friend of my mine who is originally from the community. Thus, the topic for this article resonates very well with me.
- 25 Sep 2026
- Reflections
The article ‘Pandemic and Authoritarianism’, by Germán Rosa, SJ, was written in the midst of the COVID-19 crisis, but its insights extend beyond that context. The pandemic appears to reveal and accelerate political trends that were already present: the concentration of power, the weakening of democratic checks and balances, and the acceptance of extraordinary restrictions in the name of collective security. Rosa’s main concern is that fear may lead citizens to silently surrender their freedoms and rights, and that measures which were initially intended to be temporary become normalized and endure. Furthermore, in societies riven by inequality, control is never distributed neutrally: it falls most heavily on the impoverished, marginalized groups, migrants, dissidents and those who defend rights and territories.
- 25 Sep 2026
- Reflections
Speaking of dead children is uncomfortable. Yet it can also be healing. As I listened to the stories shared that day, I found myself returning to memories I may at times shy away from remembering. Iremember finding my sister’slifeless body in bed one Saturday morning. Ihad cometo carry her out with me to watch cartoons.As I listened tothe story of Hind Rajab, a 5-year-old girl who had been trapped inside a car attacked by Israeli forces,the memory of a little boy reaching out to touch his sister came back. The young girlhadmanaged to call the Red Crescent for help but hours later she and the paramedics who had come toassisther were all found dead. The chilling story reminded me of the shocking cold that struck my hand as I gently touched my sister’s arm in a futile attempt to wake her up.
- 18 Sep 2026
- Reflections
Who Are the Victims and Those at Risk of Becoming Victims? When it comes to mining, particular attention must be paid to those who are most vulnerable: Indigenous communities whose livelihoods depend on their land, forests, rivers, and water sources; small-scale farmers; fishers; poor families; women, children, and older people; as well as communities with the least bargaining power in legal, economic, informational, and political matters. They may become victims when land loses its social function, when water sources are polluted or disappear, when the environment is damaged, when livelihoods are disrupted, or when their social and cultural life is transformed without their genuine consent.
- 18 Sep 2026
- Reflections
In the affluent community where I live, I walk down the street wearing a t-shirt of the elite Jesuit institution I once attended. It’s as if I presumptuously assume that the t-shirt will alleviate the prospect of being seen by surveilling gazes. Yet, I am instantaneously reminded as car doors lock when I walk beside them, and as purses clutch when I pass by, that my body is rendered as a site of suspicion. I am reminded that my Blackness precedes my existence. I am reminded that my darkened body occludes the presumption of innocence. I am reminded that my dark skin has eviscerated my humanity and has turned me into an object of fear.
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- Reflections
When Omar came upon the place in a neighborhood on the outskirts of town, he saw a white rosary hanging over the door and felt a sense of relief. He had been told it was a shelter run by nuns. He had been sleeping poorly for several days and walking in very difficult conditions. His feet were injured, his shoes were torn, and his clothes—which had been wet and had dried on his body over the past two weeks—were terrible. The smell was unbearable. His wife and two young children had been taken in three days earlier at another location, where they could regain their strength. He, being a man, was not allowed to stay in the same space; that was the safety policy they had explained to him.





