HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1994-03-02, Page 5! Arthur Black
Newfoundlanders
have what
we’ve lost
Canada's 13th Prime Minister John George
Diefenbaker, probably had the healthiest
attitude towards public opinion polls. Back
in the early 60s a reporter asked the Chief
what he thought of a newspaper poll that
showed his popularity was on the wane.
Diefenbaker, eyes blazing, looked down at
the reporter and thundered "Poles? Poles?
You know what dogs do to poles!"
And fair comment too. The trouble with
polls is that they are mostly wrong,
irrelevant - or they tell you things that
anyone with the IQ of a cauliflower already
knows.
Take this recent Maclean's magazine poll.
"Newfoundlanders are Canada's busiest
lovers," it shrieks.
Yeah...so?
Is this supposed to be a surprise? The
pollsters thought perhaps that retirees in
Victoria or brokers on Bay Street could
seriously challenge residents of the Rock
when it comes to amour?
But I thought everybody knew that
Newfoundland was the Love Nest of the
Canadian psyche. I mean look at the place
names!
International Scene
A reason to
be optimistic
It goes without saying that I get letters
critical of my point of view; any columnist
gets them. I once got one from the Nigerian
High Commissioner's office in Ottawa
complaining that my rather negative report
on the country was, among other things,
detrimental to Nigeria's tourist industry. I
was surprised to hear that there was such a
thing, let alone that I was hurting it.
Another letter was from a reader about my
own age who, if I took the tone of the letter
properly, had reduced me to the level of drug
pushers who were corrupting a whole
generation of readers. There have been, of
course, other writers less critical but I have
always taken solace in a famous statement
by U.S. President Harry Truman that, if you
cannot stand the heat, you should get out of
the kitchen.
At any rate, one of my readers in
Kincardine, a Mr. B. E. Tanner, has written
to The Independent stating that he does not
share my optimistic view of Canada's future.
I have never met Mr. Tanner and I can
accept the fact that there are probably quite a
few people all over Canada who are
prepared to tar and feather me for my stand
on such things as our future, as well as the
country's venture into the realm of trade
liberalization with both the U.S. and Mexico.
I do, however, think that Mr. Tanner
deserves an answer and, while I cannot hope
to bring him around to my point of view,
perhaps I can soften his a bit.
In the article which I wrote, he pointed out
that I "conveniently left out 150 years of
exploitation and labour turmoil" in the wake
of the first Industrial Revolution and the
second one in which we fmd ourselves. He
goes on to insist that ordinary workers didn't
Take a sTiort drive up the east coast oi
Trinity Bay and before you can say I'se the
Bye you'll find yourself passing through a
trio of hamlets called Heart's Delight, Heart's
Desire and Heart's Content.
Toronto has the Frederick G. Gardiner
Expressway. Newfoundland has Tickle
Cove.
British Columbia has Richmond and
Comox and Surrey.
Newfoundland has Bareneed and Ha Ha
Bay and Nancy Oh.
And that's without even getting into the
lascivious Newfoundland place names -
names like Cupids and Spoon Cove. Leading
Tickles and Conception Bay. Comfort Cove.
Breakheart Point. Happy Valley-Goose Bay.
Not to mention Dildo, Dildo Arm, Dildo
Cove, Dildo Islands, Dildo Pond, Dildo Run
and South Dildo.
Pretty hard to be a puritan when you're
living in a suggestible landscape like that.
Some Newfoundlanders claim it's the
seafood diet that give them their sexual
stamina. Others say its the combination of
isolation and even tougher than usual
economic times that account for the
popularity of mankind's oldest indoor sport.
I think it might be something else.
Anyone who's ever visited Newfoundland
cannot fail to notice that the residents there
still cling to something that the rest of us
seem to have misplaced.
I don't know what to call it. It seems to be
made up of generous dollops of innocence,
genuine friendliness, innate kindness and an
By Raymond Canon
benefit greatly from the first one until well
into the 20th Century. I suppose our
interpretation of events may revolve around
the word "greatly", but it is my contention
that the birth of the labour unions during the
first Industrial Revolution resulted in a
dramatic improvement for the workers in the
period of 1830-1880. All he has to do is
compare what they were like before the
British Parliament recognized the legality of
such unions with what they were like at the
formation of the Labour Party in Great
Britain about 50 years later.
In a recent edition of Time magazine the
editors emphasize that high levels of
unemployment are endemic all over the
industrialized world and not only in Canada.
One of the main reasons for this is the
changing nature of our jobs, so rapid, in fact,
that it is hard to keep up. Thus, whether Mr.
Tanner or anybody else likes it or not,
retraining is going to become a characteristic
of our life. How long is it going to take?
Good question! Probably during a person's
entire working life. How are we going to pay
for it? One way would be to make
unemployment insurance benefits be
contingent on a recipient being retrained.
Given the complaint about abuses of the
system, that would not be a bad thing.
Frankly I get a bit weary of hearing about
jobs that have "left" Canada. Many of them
left long before the FT A or NAFTA ever
came in view. Has it not occurred to people
that jobs can leave Canada for a number of
reasons, many of which have nothing to do
with free trade? We may, for example, have
priced ourselves out of world markets; all
countries do that in some industries. Putting
up realistic barriers may be another. Either
we leam to compete with the world or we
start learning what it's like to be a banana
republic.
In backing up his statements, Mr. Tanner
makes the statement that 70 per cent of the
unsinkable urge to enjoy life.
Which they do, in spite of a grim climate,
an unforgiving ocean, a moribund economy
- and the stupid Newfie Jokes the (secretly
envious) rest of Canada tells about them.
You want a Newfie Joke? I'll tell you one.
I heard it in a bar on Duckworth Street one
night when a raucous table of "Come From
Aways" was filling the smoky air with
Newfie jokes.
It went on for a while until finally the
waiter, a brawny Bayman, came over to the
table, put down his tray and leaned on our
table on his two hairy fists.
It looked like trouble. Until he opened his
mouth.
"There was a Toronto feller came here to
live in St. Jahn's t'ree years ago" he told us.
"After a couple of months he noticed a
strange t'ing while he was shavin’ one
morning. He had this brown ring runnin'
right across his forehead. Wellsir, he rushed
right down to the Emergency Ward of the
hospital. The doctor examined the ring on
his forehead. Didn't say a word. The feller
wit' the ring said "What is it doctor? Is it
serious?" The doctor looked at him and said
'You're from Toronto are ye?'
'That's right!' said the feller wit' the ring.
'But how could you know that? And what is
this brown ring anyway?'
'Tis nothing to worry about' said the
Doctor. 'You're merely full of shit and down
a quart.' "
And then the waiter bought us a round of
beer.
TV sets sold in the U.S. are made in Mexico.
I disagree; I think he has used the wrong
verb. They are assembled there but the
component parts are certainly not made
there; the Mexicans can put together but they
do not have the ability yet to make all the
parts. This is the sort of blanket statement
that I have to contend with on a weekly basis
but, if we are going to quote "facts", let's get
them straight.
Mr. Tanner does not have to share my
optimism: I plead guilty to being an optimist
which is hard to be in a country that seems
to have a colossal inferiority complex,
something that I suspect results in part from
living next to "the greatest nation in the
world." Given that we have two strikes
against us because of our geography and our
weather can frequently be the pits, but have
you ever stopped to think what we have
accomplished in competing with the rest of
the world? Our workers, in spite of industrial
revolutions, enjoy one of the highest
standards of living anywhere.
Don't believe all you read about other
nations; they all have problems. In the 11
countries I worked or lived in, there is none
that I would trade for Canada. We have all
kinds of assets in this country and, if the
deficit is forcing us to do more things on our
own, so much the better. If there is any
country that can come close to creating a
Garden of Eden, it is Canada. We have
untold mineral wealth, space, a varied and
well educated work force and unsurpassed
political freedom. What more does a country
need to become great?
In my teaching career I have taught well
over 10,000 students, probably closer to
20,000. I have tried to instill my optimism in
them although I leave them under no illusion
about the adjustments and hard work that has
to be carried out to achieve our goals.
Mr. Tanner, when was life ever any
different?
THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 2,1994. PAGE 5.
The
Short
of it
By Bonnie Gropp
Whose life is it?
Last week a memorial service was held to
honour Sue Rodriguez, the Victoria woman
who was a victim of Amyotrophic Laterial
Sclerosis, more commonly known as Lou
Gehrig's disease.
Ms Rodriguez earned national attention
over the past year with her struggle to
legalize doctor assisted suicide. Rather than
wait out the ravages of ALS and succumb to
inevitable death, Ms Rodriguez fought for
the right to die with dignity. Early last week
CBC showed a documentary chronicling the
last 18 months of her life and her battles
with this demoralizing, painful disease and
with a system panicked by this moral
decision.
Ms Rodriguez, who believed that control
over her life was her own, admitted to being
surprised by the opposition.
Life is a valuable gift, but isn't it rather
sanctimonious of us to presume to tell
someone else how to live, or as the case this
time, when to end it?
While I revel in my existence and fmd it
difficult to imagine at this point that I could
ever choose to end it, my sympathies are
with Ms Rodriguez. As a very young girl, I
watched someone die of ALS and the impact
it left me with has not diminshed. Like Sue
Rodriguez, Uncle George was also someone
who enjoyed life. He had his business, a
family and friends. When he was stricken
with ALS he fought for that life with
courage and determination, though he was
told time and again he would inevitably die.
Yet, even with that will to live, there were
times when ALS controlled. His ever sharp
mind continued to watch the slow, but
steady disintegration of his body, until he
could no longer do even the simplest tasks
for himself. His wife fed him, helped him
with personal hygiene and even woke at
intervals throughout the long nights to help
him roll over.
But, it wasn't just the indignities of the
disease, it was the unrelenting pain that
chipped away at his early determination.
One bad day, as it became clear that the
death sentence would not be repealed, he sat,
beaten and said,"We are more kind to
horses." When I asked him what he meant he
explained that when the quality of life for an
animal is reduced to such a level they are put
out of their misery. People on the other
hand, are to respect the gift and regardless of
how bad it is live with it.
I was young, barely 10, but I recall how
strange that seemed to me then; if he wanted
to die, he should be able to. As I grew older,
however, I did come to understand better the
complexities that cloud the issue. But I have
never forgotten the look on his face and the
misery he endured. Complexities have not
changed the fact that for several years this
brave man battled the inevitable until, like
most ALS victims he choked to death.
This was not an issue of unclear thought.
There are less mysteries surrounding ALS
than in 1968 when Uncle George died; Sue
Rodriguez knew most ALS victims die in
two years, and with a calm and rational mind
she asked to painlessly and legally end it a
little earlier then scheduled.
As she wept, Sue Rodriguez said she
hoped her son would remember her for
doing something important and be proud of
her. If the Supreme Court vote of 5-4 against
her request is an indication, it would seem
that the tide may be changing and her fight
will have meant a good deal to others
looking for a merciful way out of a living
hell.