HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1992-10-07, Page 5Arthur Black
THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7,1992. PAGE 5.
Everest,
world’s highest
junkyard
Ev-er-est n. Mount, a mountain in
S Asia, on the boundary between
Nepal and Tibet; the highest
mountain the world.
Webster's College Dictionary
It stands a towering five and a half miles
above seal level, the highest gable on the
rooftop of the world. It's been the subject of
poems, ballads, books and films. Humans
have died by the scores trying to climb its
flanks. Adjectives like ‘spectacular’,
‘awesome’ and ‘magnificent’ seem puny and
pathetic in the presence of its sheer, mind
unhinging majesty. It's been called the most
beautiful sight on the planet and the Eighth
Wonder of the World.
It is also a dump.
Specifically, a garbage dump. One created
by wealthy, arrogant, supposedly
wilderness-loving humans who should know
better.
Chris Bonnington is a member of that
extremely elite group of mountaineers who
can claim they've climbed Everest and lived
to tell about it. His summation?
“Everest is the highest junkyard in the
world. It is littered with discarded tins, tents,
The good
things in
other places
I am sure that most people who have
travelled to any degree to other countries
will probably admit that there are a few
things they prefer elsewhere compared to
what we do in Canada. For some reason it
strikes you as being more sensible and you
often wonder why we couldn't do something
like that here. At the risk of being drawn and
quartered by those who think that everything
is fine the way it is in Canada, here are a few
things that I have found in other countries
which strike me as being preferable.
For openers, I admit to being fascinated
with the American system of having a club
or organization or even a corporation adopt a
stretch of road and promise to keep it neat
and tidy. If you drive along some of the
highways south of the border, you will see a
sign that says that the next two miles have
been adopted by the Last Chance Gulch
Widget Corp, and the employers/employees
will spend as much time as it takes to keep it
continuously clean. Not only does the road
keep clean, it also instills a sense of
responsibility in the people involved.
I next move to Switzerland. You knew
that, sooner or later, I was going to get
around to that country but no matter. The
Swiss have a neat way of reminding the
population that the environment matters.
When you come to a railway crossing or a
stoplight, you will frequently see a sign
suggesting you turn off your engine during
the time you are waiting for the train to pass
or the light to change. Again it is not a great
deal but it does serve as reminder and it is
surprising just how many people follow the
food and empty oxygen tanks. There's so
much up there that a full-scale expedition
would be needed to remove it.”
To a non-mountaineer it seems incredible,
but the fact is, thousands of mountaineers
from around the world converge on the
slopes of Everest every year to try their luck.
It costs many thousands of dollars even to
fail to climb the mountain, so the people
who come are most often rich, the kind of
folks who are used to having “other people”
take care of their garbage.
There are no garbage trucks or blue boxes
in the Himalayas, so the trash gets left
behind at the campsites or tossed into
ravines.
Fortunately, not every visitor to Everest is
a pig. There's a group called Youth To
Everest, made up of Canadian and New
Zealand volunteers, who ponied up more
than $4,000 apiece for the privilege of flying
to the slopes of Everest and cleaning up the
junk.
It's not a Club Med vacation. The
volunteers endured six hour hikes and
debilitating bouts of altitude sickness. Even
halfway up Everest a human has to drink
four litres of water a day to avoid
dehydration. And it's exhausting. “At 15,000
feet” says volunteer Dawn Sinko, “even
turning the pages of a book can be
exhausting.”
Aromatic, too. One of the culture shocks
they had to get used to was going without
hot baths for months at a time. The only way
By Raymond Canon
suggestion. I was sitting at level crossing
one day this past summer. The car window
was open and to my surprise I could not hear
a single car motor. Every last one in the line
up was off.
My next accolade is going to go to those
countries that still have some form of
compulsory military service. It is not that I
am in favour of war; far from it. What I
would like to see is some form of national
service, of which the military is one option. I
think 18 is a good age to remind young
people that they have an obligation to their
country and not just the other way around. It
is also a time when they need to learn a little
bit more discipline. Even the military is
changing; it could well be that in the future
Canadian soldiers will be more involved in
peace-keeping. We do, after all, already have
an unparalleled record in this field. Some of
my readers may remember that a few years
back we had a youth service system called
Katimavik. To me this was one of the finest
national service programs ever created but it
got sacrificed on the altar of financial
expediency. What a pity!
There are a number of things from the
Orient but one thing that stands out in my
mind is the way people in that region think
about life in general. Let me cite for example
a Japanese word, “muga”, which refers to
total-present moment awareness. About the
best definition of it comes from the famous
American psychologist Abraham Maslow,
which is as follows: “Muga is a state in
which you are doing whatever you are doing
with a total wholeheartedness, without
thinking of anything else, without any
hesitation, without any criticism or doubt or
inhibition of any kind whatsoever. It is pure
and perfect and total spontaneous acting
without any blocks of any kind. This is
possible only when the self is transcended or
forgotten.” In short, you ban worry from
your mind and concentrate solely on the
to heat water is by burning wood. And the
forests are almost gone.
The volunteers stuck it out, to the
admiration of the Nepalese who have had to
live in the rich people’s litter. They
remember the days when there were no
Yuppy trekkers on Everest. Dawn Sinko
says “You'd ask them what it was like before
the tourists came and they’d get really sad
and say: ‘Oh, it was wonderful.’ ”
Maybe it will be again.
Meanwhile, I notice from my local paper
that a bunch of volunteers spent last
weekend cleaning up a river right here in
Canada. The Speed River is a tiny stream
that will never be mistaken for the Amazon
or the St. Lawrence. Truth to tell, you can
walk across it in rubber boots and not get
wet most of the time.
Nevertheless, a group called Friends of the
Speed managed to fill six dumpsters and 700
garbage bags, and to fish out more than 150
rubber tires.
What’s heartening is that it wasn't just a
bunch of dewy-eyed eco-freaks who pitched
in. The dumpsters were donated by a waste
disposal firm which also hauled them to a
landfill site. The municipality waived the
usual $90-per-tonne dumping fee. A local
plant allowed organizers to use its land
during the cleanup, and a tire recycling
company offered to pick up the discarded
tires.
You know, sometimes it seems as if we
might just get our act together yet.
Scene
moment at hand.
I think you will understand by now that
each society can contribute something to our
way of thinking and doing things so the
world can be a much more pleasant place in
which to live. One thing I have done over
my lifetime is to go into each country with
an open mind and see what they have to
teach us. I found, for example, we could
learn a few lessons in hospitality from both
the Russians and the Iraqis, two people that
have not been high on our list of popular
people these past few years. There are, to be
sure, hospitable people everywhere but you
find it sometimes where you least expect it.
You are also going to find negative
attributes everywhere but why go looking
for them when you don't have to. It is far
better to enter a new world with a positive
attitude and see what can make your life
more pleasant than it might normally be.
In this respect I am always reminded of a
neighbour of mine who went to Switzerland
for the first time. She arrived apparently
right in the middle of one of the largest
military exercises to take place that year.
She immediately jumped to the conclusion
this country, believe it or not, was something
akin to a military dictatorship. There were,
she said, soldiers all over the place every
day. That was the last time she was going
there, she added. They might even have a
coup d'etat while she was there. Now there's
a closed mind.
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At
Lisa’s
Level
Lisa Boonstoppel-Pot
It’s time to lessen
the burden
The best thing about being a journalist is
the places you get to go and the people you
meet.
Some places and people are interesting,
some humourous, some depressing and some
inspiring.
I've seen interesting places, run into some
funny faces, heard some depressing stories,
been awed by amazing accomplishments and
inspired by others.
But never have I felt as inspired and
remorseful as when I met Don and Elma
Plant .You may have heard of them—they're
the couple who've both tested positive for
HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus), the
virus that leads to AIDS (Acquired
Immunodeficiency Syndrome).
You wouldn’t know it to look at them.
They look like you and me. They're not
homosexuals or drug users; they're just a
young couple with three children who
operate a pig farm outside of Londesboro.
I interviewed them this week for a story
about HIV and AIDS as this is AIDS
Awareness week.
What inspired me about them is their
commitment to changing the face of AIDS
by heightening awareness of this deadly
disease.
Here is a couple already burdened by a
dreadful disease, by the knowledge they will
surely die unless a cure is found and with the
agony of knowing they will be leaving three
helpless children behind.
Yet, they’re adding another burden in their
quest to enlighten people about AIDS and
HIV. By revealing their illness, they're
exposing themselves to rejection and ridicule
by an unknowledgeable and unforgiving
public.
Elma and Don regularly attend speaking
engagements to tell their story. Hours of
their time is spent preparing for and doing
their talk—valuable time they could be
spending with each other and their children.
They're using up vital time and energy
trying to help us when so few of us are
trying to help them.
Already, the Plants know of families who
refuse to enter their home or let their
children play with the Plant children even
though the children aren't HIV positive.
’Even people who do not shy away from
the family have a different attitude towards
them. Their lack of knowledge makes them
fearful they will catch the disease, awkward
as they wonder what to say and often
judgemental
It's ironic when you consider we're more
of a danger to the Plants than they are to us.
We can't get AIDS through casual contact
but they could die from a common cold.
Each time they venture out, they expose
themselves to the viruses and illnesses
normal, healthy bodies can fight off easily
but which, for them, destroy even more of
the few remaining immune cells they have
left.
We need to listen to their message, that
anyone, no matter who you are, can catch
AIDS through unprotected sex and sharing
needles.
We also have to remember to have
compassion. Who are we to judge others?
Anyone who has unprotected sex or shares
needles, even once, runs the risk of
contracting AIDS.
It's time we listened to people like the
Plants so they won't have to bear the burden
of the disease plus the load of our ignorance
and lack of compassion.