HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1995-12-13, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1995. PAGE 5.
A body could
get depressed
A body could get very depressed
surveying the state of the world today, if a
body had a mind to. There's AIDS. And
Bosnia. And Newt Gingrich. And Jacques
Parizeau.
Not to mention depletion of the ozone
layer, the rape of the rain forests and jock
itch.
But whenever things start to get me down,
I have a fail-safe mantra that I chant to buck
my spirits up. I simply repeat, in a low
voice, 10 times:
"At least we have no Vikings".
It's been close to a thousand years since
anybody looked up from their sheep barn to
see a swarm of wild-eyed marauders with
swords in their hands and horns on their
heads kicking in the front gate. I think
they're gone for good.
But they had a pretty good run. Peasants
first began whispering about the wicings
(Old English: pirates, warriors) around 780
AD. For the next five centuries the Vikings
raped and plundered the coasts of Eastern
Europe, using their long, skinny dragon-
prowed knarrs to unleash lightning raids.
The Viking ships were long, skinny, swift
and remarkably maneuverable. The Vikings
themselves were rapacious, fierce and utterly
merciless.
And they didn't confine their predations to
coastal towns and villages. Danish Vikings
invaded France and Germany. Swedish
Adjusting attitudes
One of the nicest things about going off to
Switzerland each year is that I get to talk
with a small number of friends with whom I
either went to school or worked and who
have an above-average knowledge of
Canada. Some of them have lived and
worked here or work for companies which
have Canadian affiliates. They can be
counted on to give a thoughtful insight into
our country as well as the direction in which
the western world is heading.
-Our mini-conference this year was held in
a restaurant on the second floor of the main
station in Zurich. The food and service are
excellent and all the hustle and bustle of the
station are shut off.
Unfortunately the international press did
not see fit to cover this, which is perhaps just
as well since we did not run the risk of being
misquoted. I shall certainly try to avoid that
as I bring you the gist of what was said.
We were all agreed that the western world
is at one of its pivotal points where a lot of
the ideas that were developed in the
aftermath of World War II were in need of
being altered. The secret is what to maintain
and what to discard.
The ideas of the British economist John
Maynard Keynes came about just before the
war and these were mated with the sincere
desire of most of us, including all those
present, to try to avoid the excessive
Vikings smashed deep into what we know as
Russia. In fact, some people claim they
created Russia. For sure they established the
city of Novograd in 862.
The Vikings weren't just pirates of course,
they used their knarrs to cross the Atlantic
long before Columbus was born. Viking
ruins have been authenticated at L'Anse Aux
Meadows in Newfoundland. The experts
best guess is that they date from at least
1,000 AD.
Even more intriguing is the near certainty
that Vikings got right to the heart of North
America. Nearly a hundred years ago, a
Minnesota farmer found a huge rock
ensnared in the roots of a tree on his farm.
The rock bore Scandinavian runes chiseled
into its face:
Experts scoffed at the Minnesota stone and
dismissed it as a hoax because the
inscription was virtually unintelligible. Last
year, a linguist at Cornell University
declared the inscription is written in a dialect
of ancient Norse that has only recently been
authenticated.
"There is no possibility of any faking.
Nobody (in the 19th century) could have had
the knowledge."
But the Vikings are remembered for their
temperament, not their trekking. Almost
everything about their culture was steeped in
violence. To most of the world, the little
mistletoe is a cheery plant associated with
Yuletide festivities, friendship and
smooching. To the Vikings it was evil.
Viking legend has it that a mistletoe spear
was used to slay one of their gods.
Most people who see the aurora borealis
are enchanted. Robert Service writes of the
Northern Lights "dancing heel and toe". The
By Raymond Canon
suffering of the great depression of the
1930s. The result, as you all Imo*, was a far
greater role played by governments in the
life of the individual.
Governments, by their very nature in a
democratic society, are very bad at any long-
range planning and for this reason the
assumption that government revenues would
increase exponentially to cover the general
social welfare programs was flawed. The
costs of the latter went up dramatically while
the revenues flattened out.
We are now on the horns of a dilemma; a
new approach to all these programs has to be
worked out with the realization that most
governments, with Canada one of the worst
offenders, are up to their eyeballs in debt.
How hard this is going to be can be gleaned
from the lusty howls of protest that greet
even the most minor changes.
The rights of the individual have gone in
the same direction. So anxious have
governments been to assign a high level of
such rights to each person that the
responsibilities of the same people have
been lost in the stampede. "I demand my
rights" has become a catch-all phrase.
We have to swing back to an emphasis on
responsibilities to society. For countries such
as Switzerland this is easier since
compulsory military service is still in effect.
It was my suggestion that we should work
toward something like national service
which embraced roles other than military
where a certain amount of time could be
given to the country.
vikings believed the Northern Lights were
the flashing armour and spears of Odin's
handmaidens, the Valkyries, galloping out to
collect Viking warriors slain in battle.
It's funny how national characteristics
change over the centuries. The tiny
Netherlands once pretty well ruled the
Maritime world as it was known. It's hard to
imagine modern day Spain as an arrogant,
continent-conquering world power.
Watching Marcello Mastroianni on the
screen does not bring images of flinty,
fearless Roman Legionnaires to mind.
Similarly, you'd be hard pressed to
recognize the Viking marauder in
Scandinavians today. Twentieth century
Danes and Swedes are more renowned for
their civility and stolidness. Sawed-off
pepperpot Don Cherry gets away with
calling European hockey players "chicken
Swedes". If he'd tried that with Lief Ericsson
he'd have wound up carrying his brush-cut
head under his arm.
Even the words the Vikings left us are,
well, Viking-like. Anger comes from Old
Norse. So does ransack, and snare and
And my favourite - the most Vikingish
word in the English language. What do you
call warriors who fight like rabid animals?
Who turn into whirling, maniacal, howling,
killing machines? Who get the killing frenzy
so severely that they bite their shields, race
blindly towards certain death, killing
everyone and anyone in their path?
You call them the same thing terrified
Europeans called them when they leapt from
their knarrs onto the lucky beaches of
Eastern Europe 1200 years ago.
You call them berserkers.
Our society is in a state of constant change
and this is likely to continue. We have to
teach our young people the art of adjusting
quickly and often. Basic skills, such as the
ability to communicate effectively, have to
be emphasized, not to mention the art of
evaluation in any number of situations. This
comes in handy when looking objectively at
the changes which are taking place.
One of the things which struck my
colleagues' attention was the level of
tolerance in Canada. That is not to a say that
intolerance does not exist but, given the
multicultural society in which we live in this
country, it is remarkable that tolerance exists
to such a degree.
One comment which was made was that, if
Toronto were in any other part of the world,
it would likely be wracked by constant
violence. We were awarded high marks for
our efforts in this field.
By dessert we were around to the excellent
reputation Canadians have as foreign tourists
and in the contribution made to peace-
keeping forces in troubled spots. One asked
if we were still trying to deal with _aux
inferiority complex; I replied that it was
there when I arrived and it would probably
always be there as long as we lived beside
the United States. It is hard to overcome
when your neighbour considers himself to be
number one in so many fields.
All in all it was a fantastic lunch. I caught
my train back to St. Gall thinking that I
could do with many more such discussions.
Life still does have its high points.
The
Short
of it
By Bonnie G ropp
A season to bring out
the best in us
I heard a couple of news items recently
that gave me hope there is still some good
left. While I can't recall the one, the other
was regarding refunds for beer bottles.
Several beer stores throughout the
province are asking customers to donate the
refunds they receive from cashing in their
beer bottles, to charity.
Imagine! An idea that makes sense in the
90s! With some people unable to afford even
the simplest of luxuries, it seems only
logical that a portion of our Christmas
'spirits' be used to help bring them some
enjoyment as well.
It is an unfortunate aspect of life today,
that more cuts, ever-increasing taxes and
lower incomes make it a little harder to part
with our pennies, so it's good to know that
while most of us are not living the high life,
at least at this time of year stories that tug
the heart strings manage to loosen the purse
strings.
Less heartening, however, is the reality of
the new year when the bills must be paid.
Keeping a generous soul isn't always that
easy.
Hearing news of goodwill and kindness
has a two-fold edge for me. In addition to
knowing about the goodness inherent in
most of humankind it also inspires a sense of
hope, something that it's often hard to dredge
up of late.
Let's face it; the direction in which society
seems to be spinning doesn't give us much to
look forward to. Violence is increasing,
unemployment is barely improving and the
poor get poorer while the rich get richer.
Children carry knives to school and adults
carry the weight of an uncertain future on
their shoulders.
Then there's the recent budget message
which has made us feel like ungrateful
children, who acted foolishly, wasting the
fruits of our labours with carefree lifestyles,
and now pouting because we are going to be
punished. The sad tale is that I thought I
already had been.
Everywhere we go it seems we get less for
more. As I have been doing my. Christmas
shopping this year I noticed an interesting
pattern which formed over the past few
decades. In the early 70s when my family
drew names for Christmas the limit was set
at a comfortable $15, with which I could
purchase a number of nice gift selections. As
time passed, it was the cost of things that
precipitated an increase in what we were to
spend, but ironically by the time it was up to
$25, during the early to mid 80s, that was
actually well within the means of all my
family member's budgets.
This season, however, the common thread
among so many people, is that finding the
perfect present costs so much more than it
did before, while personal coffers are
anything but full to overflowing. Few can
afford extravagance and little can be found
that isn't.
In spite of all this, though, most of us
realize, as we look around us, that we're
doing okay. We're keeping our head above
water and are ready to throw a line to anyone
finding it hard to stay afloat.
No, we don't hear a lot of positive things
happening, but at least at this time of year
we see more to be proud of.
Arthur Black
International Scene