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Bonnie
Gropp
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Lest we forget
There are more strange things in heaven
and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of
in your philosophy.
Indeed there are, Hamlet my son. New
Brunswick’s Reversing Falls and the existence
of Sarah Palin as an elected politician spring to
mind.
But worldly weirdness is not limited to
Moncton and Wasilla, Alaska. We also have
John From and Cargo Cults.
Or perhaps it’s Jon From. Or John Frum.
Nobody’s quite sure because nobody, aside
from a few thousand natives in the South
Pacific, thinks there ever was a John From.
Nonetheless, countless natives believe. In
Vanuatu, each February the 15th followers
celebrate John From Day.
And John From disciples are certain that one
day their leader will appear and bestow upon
The Faithful all the goodies – TV sets, stereos,
matching Hummers – that us white folks have
been jealously hoarding all these years.
The John From phenomenon first appeared
more than half a century ago during World
War II, when American troops swarmed into
the South Pacific theatre. Upwards of 300,000
GIs were airlifted into what was then called
New Hebrides.
Natives of the islands had never seen such an
awesome display of power, wealth and
splendour. They were also gobsmacked by the
down-home friendliness of these Gods From
On High. Imagine – divine creatures that
approached you with open arms, friendly
smiles and greetings like “Howdy, I’m John
from Wyoming,” and “Hi, I’m John from
Kentucky.”
The New Hebrideans didn’t know Kentucky
from Wyoming from Kangerlussuaq,
Greenland, but they heard the greeting “Hi,
I’m John from….” often enough to conclude
that they were meeting a deity who answered
to the name ‘John From’.
Or Jon Frum – the spelling didn’t matter. To
the natives John From was an ethereal
amalgam of Uncle Sam, Santa Claus and The
Tooth Fairy. They just knew that if they were
good little Fromians, they would one day be
rewarded with immense wealth.
What kind of wealth? Cargo wealth.
And where would this wealth come from?
The same place all those friendly GIs came
from – the bellies of all those giant iron birds
that roared across their skies.
Mind you, the New Hebrideans were kind of
an easy audience. They had already been
rolled over by platoons of fire-and-brimstone
Christian missionaries who came out to
civilize the heathen and to acquaint them with
their innate sinfulness.
And to get some clothes on those women,
for mercy sake.
As a matter of fact, some anthropologists
speculate that John From and the Cargo Cult
sprang up as a reaction to all those grim and
joyless Bible thumpers. John From advocated
singing, dancing and drinking. No wonder he
looked good.
In 1941 John Frum disciples rose up, albeit
non-violently. They left the mission schools
and churches, abandoned the plantations
where they’d been put to work and retreated to
the interior, where they established new
villages and attempted to resurrect their
ancient rituals, feasts and dances.
They proceeded to try and call down
heavenly blessings from John From. They
built symbolic landing strips deep in the
jungle, based on what they’d seen at U.S. Air
Force bases. They laid coloured strips of cloth
in the trees and constructed thatch hut
approximations of airport buildings and
hangars.
And waited for manna to rain down on them.
Some of them are still waiting. Last Feb. 15,
the John From Movement celebrated its 50th
anniversary.
Do they still expect to actually see John
From one day? Absolutely.
“He is our God, our Jesus,” Chief Isaak Wan
Nikiau told a BBC interviewer. “One day he
will return.”
Well – primitives, eh? What do you expect?
These people are barely out of the Stone Age.
They’re not sophisticated like you. And me.
And the guy who wrote this about religious
intolerance:
“Imagine a world in which generations of
human beings came to believe that certain
films were made by God or that specific
software was coded by Him.
Imagine a future in which millions of our
descendants murder each other over rival
interpretations of Star Wars or Windows 98.
Author Sam Harris wrote that a few years
back in his book Letter to a Christian Nation.
Then he added the obvious: we don’t have to
imagine the above scenario.
We’re living it, pal.
Arthur
Black
Other Views A few goodies from on high
Premier Dalton McGuinty will go a long
way for his province, but he may have
gone too far.
The Liberal premier has been to more
countries than any previous premier, visiting
China (three times), Japan, India, Pakistan,
Britain, Italy, Switzerland, the United States
and Mexico. Some of these are places
premiers have not trodden before.
The only business in Ontario that’s doing
well in the current economic slowdown may
be McGuinty’s travel agent.
McGuinty has gone mostly to promote
Ontario businesses and products and persuade
business there to invest here. This is a genuine
role all premiers have pursued, although often
they have combined it with trying to win votes.
Before the 2007 election McGuinty went to
parts of Asia which has sent Ontario the most
immigrants in recent years. They naturally
were impressed he took time to visit their
former homelands.
The premier was in China in August trying
to persuade international sports officials
attending the Olympic Games to choose
Toronto as the site of the 2015 Pan Am Games,
which also was legitimate, because these
Games would boost construction and spending
by visitors.
The legislature, where he has a
responsibility to be, answering questions, was
not sitting at the time. In any case, it sits only
half the year, which gives a premier a lot of
leeway to travel.
In October, when the legislature was sitting,
the premier started an emergency debate on
the deterioration in the economy, which has
cost tens of thousands of better-paying jobs,
and was the most important debate in many
years. He called on Progressive Conservatives
and New Democrats to contribute.
But the next day he left for Mexico, again to
lobby for the Pan Am Games.
Conservative interim leader Bob Runciman
fumed that the premier was sipping margaritas
in the sun, while Ontario’s economy burned.
A few days later, while the debate on the
economy was still going on, the premier was
off again, this time for two weeks in China to
promote trade and investment.
The day he returns, the legislature will start
a week’s adjournment to enable MPPs to
spend time meeting their constituents in less
romantic places, then resume for less than a
month before recessing until late February.
McGuinty will have spent a lot of time
avoiding having to answer embarrassing
questions about why he adopted a nonchalant
attitude there was not much to worry about
and failed to do more to protect jobs and
restrain spending and prevent running a deficit
he promised to avoid.
The opposition parties also would like to ask
the premier why so many people are being
shot dead in Toronto by repeat offenders
allowed to roam freely. They can ask
McGuinty’s ministers, but their answers do not
carry as much weight as those of the premier,
on whom the whole of image of government is
focused.
McGuinty is on a valuable trip this time
selling “green technology” that uses newly-
developed, non-polluting sources of energy to
provide power. Having the premier along
impresses the host nation and encourages
business leaders to make the journey.
But any deals arrived at are negotiated by
hard-headed business people and government
officials usually before a premier leaves home.
For example, within a day of arriving in China,
McGuinty announced a company there had
agreed to build a power station here fuelled by
agricultural and forestry waste that clearly was
planned in advance.
McGuinty could have stayed home to deal
with the economic crisis and sent Sandra
Pupatello, a minister he recently freed from
other duties so she could focus entirely on
promoting international trade and investment.
It could be argued Pupatello does not carry
the same heft as McGuinty, but what is a
minister of international trade and investment
for, anyway, if not to go other countries and
consummate deals?
Alternatively, McGuinty could have gone on
part of the mission and left the rest to
Pupatello, but he prefers to be away until the
heat dies down.
Eric
Dowd
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When Stewart Toll toured the European
battlefields of the Second World War
he was so moved by the experience
that he felt compelled to put his feelings into
song.
From that his A Bridge to Remembrance
became the backdrop for a DVD that revives
and revisits the path taken by Canadian soldiers
from D-Day to victory. This has been a way to
honour those who fought for democracy and
freedom, to put a visual image to their valour.
But there’s an even greater value to the
project. As a teacher, Toll said he had, like many
of his peers, struggled with ways to present
Remembrance Day lessons that would carry the
kind of emotional impact to make them
meaningful, but not be so intense as to frighten
young impressionable minds.
Those memories coupled with the new ones
gathered from his tour of historic sites were the
catalyst to the creation of his informational,
educational project. His goal now is to see that
each school board in Canada has one copy.
In one segment Toll interviews a former
observation officer in the artillery, Captain
George Blackburn, who authored a trilogy of
his years in service. Prior to enlisting at the age
of 21, Blackburn had worked as a journalist,
then later as a civil servant. He was awarded the
Military Cross and eventually the Medal of
Canada.
Blackburn’s job was a dangerous one as
observers worked within enemy sights out in
front, directing the gunners’fire to the enemies.
They were targets as the Germans knew by
taking out an observer, they would blind the
gunners.
Blackburn, one of the longest serving
observer, tells in his book The Guns of
Normandy, of a time when he learned his
company was taking bets on when he would be
killed. On the job longer than many, the odds
were against him.
War is harsh. The life for these young men
and women in the trenches and on the
battlefields was that of unknowns and longing
for the familiar. It was full of danger and horrors
that most today can’t begin to comprehend. It
was a different world than that of a privileged,
cossetted society, a place where entertainment
could be made on the prospect of the potential
for a friend’s demise.
It is the stories of veterans that make real the
tragedy and triumph, the sacrifice and
selflessness of those who fought for their
country and for freedom. Sadly, bringing those
stories to the rest of the world is becoming
increasingly difficult. Most of the educators
know nothing about war and conflict beyond
what they have heard or read. Parents of young
children have been so many years and so far
removed from those times that beyond the
moment on Remembrance Day little thought is
given to the lives lost for the cause.
Thus it’s true that importance must be placed
on educating students on valour and its price in
such a way that it has a deep and profound
meaning for them. But, it’s also true, as Toll has
said, that such education can not make
youngsters fearful.
A Bridge to Remembrance is a gentle walk
through a traumatic occurrence in history. The
poignancy of lines and lines of white
tombstones in manicured cemeteries, of
majestic memorials to the fallen, interspersed
with grainy black and white footage proudly
details the contribution of Canadian soldiers. It
goes a long way in keeping the stories alive, for
the young people who don’t know them and for
the rest of us... Lest We Forget.
McGuinty may have gone too far
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