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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1998-03-18, Page 5turn out to be a dodgy stomach when we prison chaplain and asked for a final snack of know. International Scene By Raymond Canon THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18, 1998. PAGE 5. Just desserts Light the candles and pour the red wine into your glass. Before you begin to eat, raise your glass in honour of yourself. The company is the best you'll ever have. So goes the advice of a gent by the name of Daniel Halpern, writing on the joys of solitary dining. Mister Halpern was writing from a decidedly salubrious vantage point: one that gave him the choice of dining alone or in company. Lots of folks don't have the option: Spinsters. Bachelors. Widowers. Lighthouse keepers. And prisoners on Death Row. What an experience that must be, eh? Your Last Supper. The warden comes to your cell and asks you through the bars if you have any special requests in terms of what you would like to put in your mouth on the occasion of your final chow down. What about it, reader? Imagine the worst. Imagine that you have been tried, convicted and sentenced to execution for crimes that thankfully only you and your conscience know to date. What would you order for your last meal on earth? Steak? A bit heavy, I fear. Caviar? Rather rich for what might well Where is Kazakhstan? I wonder if there were any others beside myself who were curious why Kazakhstan had a hockey team at the Olympics. It is not as if they had been a real contender all these years, yet they were there although several of the European teams were not. I felt it was worth looking into and reporting on my findings. I knew a bit about the place already, but after my research, I realized the operative word was "a bit." The country is located in central Asia to the north of more familiar places such as Iran, Pakistan, India and China but it was part of the Soviet Union and chose to become independent rather than stay with the new Russia. About one-third of the population is Russian in origin and it is out of this segment that the hockey team you saw at the Olympics, or read about, was formed. There are seven other countries in the area that also opted to separate from Russia, but Kazakhstan is by far the largest. Its capital used to be Almaty, in the southern part of the country, but in order to discourage the Russians from taking over any of the more isolated northern part of the area, the Kazakh government deliberately moved the capital far north to the wind-swept city of Akmola. Frankly I don't envy any diplomat, from Canada or anywhere else, who gets posted there for any length of time. It's what we used to call in the business a hardship post. Kazakhstan is like Canada in that it has a climb those steps. King Crab? Pork and Beans? Pâté de Foie Gras? The most common request prison caterers hear is for cheeseburgers, believe it or not. Over the past 15 years, the state of Texas has put to death 144 men by rope, electron and lethal injection. The majority of the condemned men order cheeseburgers for their final nosh, usually with a side of french fries. Mind you, 24 of them declined any sort of meal at all. As for the rest of the prisoners' orders, well you name it — chances are it's been requested at one time or another. James Smith, executed for murder in 1990, solemnly requested a last meal of common, garden-variety dirt. Alas for Mister Smith, dirt wasn't on the prison menu, so he reluc- tantly settled for his second choice: yogurt. Many condemned prisoners order elaborate, three-, four- and five-course meals only to have their appetite desert them when the food finally arrives. But some cons carry it off right to the end. Gordon Fawcett Hamby was captured after robbing a Los Angeles bank in 1920, in which he shot two clerks. Sentenced to die in the electric chair, Hamby ostentatiously decked himself out in a black suit and a white shirt, then called the large land mass but few people. It also, like Canada, is filled with oil and all sorts of other minerals. It also has great agricultural potential. However, as you might guess, it is oil that makes people sit up and take notice for the western part of the country borders on the Caspian Sea and oil is there in bountiful quantities. Some Kazakhs speak of their oil reserves is being second only to those of Saudia Arabia. It is hard to tell which estimate is closest to the truth for the simple reason that many of the areas in and around the Caspian Sea have yet to be thoroughly explored. This is where Kazakhstan needs western know-how for they simply do not have the capacity to do the necessary exploring. Even Canadian drilling firms have become involved but they, along with the others, will tell you that it is difficult making a deal with the local authorities and it is not likely to get easier. Part of the problem is the rampant corruption which prevails and nobody is quite sure just in whose pockets the money flows. Then there is the question of getting the oil out to the refineries and to western markets. The most logical way is by pipeline and, although some of these do exist, they are only fragmentary and could eventually go in all directions of the compass. One has even been proposed through Afghanistan and Pakistan but, given the perennial unrest in the former country, nobody has any idea when such a pipeline would be built. One of the more logical routes would be by pipeline to the Black Sea and then by tanker through the Bosporus in Turkey. Here again lobster salad. "I need not worry about indigestion," he noted. The famed spy Mata Hari went out in similar style, ordering a specially tailored suit and elegant new gloves for her appointment with the firing squad. There's no record of what Mata Hari ate at her last meal, but I bet it wasn't fattening. And Gary Gilmour, the man executed in Utah State Prison back in 1977? After a lot of brave talk, Gilmour declined to dress for the occasion. His final meal request was similarly un-flashy. Gilmour meekly ordered a hamburger with the works, two fried eggs over easy, a side of home fries — plus two mini bottles of bourbon to wash it all down. Gilmour was lucky. Most prison regulations prohibit any alcoholic beverages with the last meal. Which reminds me: if you're thinking of committing any offence for which you might receive the death penalty, do yourself a favour and don't do the dirty deed in Texas. Or California. Especially if you're a smoker. Both Texan and Californian law absolutely and unequivocally prohibit that famous final cigarette for prisoners who are about to be strung up, fried or flat-lined with lethal chemicals. No smoking allowed. Could be bad for their health, don't you there is a problem for the Turks claim the narrow strait on which Istanbul is located cannot handle any more traffic than it already is. The current president of Kazakhastan, Nursultan Nazarbaev, has a fairly good idea where he wants the country's economy to go; it is the politics that is a bit more questionable. Mr. Nazarbaev makes sure that only his own loyal followers are in any position of power and he tries to play them off against each other so that none of them will be able to challenge him. Some criticism is tolerated but, should it go beyond that in any way, the heavy-handedness of the government makes itself felt. But because of the long border between Kazakhstan and Russia, Mr. Nazarbaev tries to stay on good terms with Boris Yeltsin. Although the Kazakh leader has already agreed to build a pipeline to China which sits on his eastern border, he may well end up permitting the main one to be built north to Russia to join up with the latter's system. Of such decisions are good politics frequently made. Needless to say, there is not a great following of the country's hockey team but at least it showed the flag at the Olympics and that may be the most that Mr. Nazarbaev can hope for at the present time. Meanwhile there is all that oil! Men do less than they ought unless they do all that they can. — Thomas Carlyle The Short of it 4 Nk y onnie Gropp Tears, a balm for the soul I attended a funeral this past week and among other things it got me thinking about the power of tears. What draws them out can be intolerably painful, but there is little doubt that they can be the balm to, if not heal, then eventually soothe even the greatest anguish. The words, "If I could just have a good cry, I'd feel so much better," have been said many times, on many occasions through the years. Obviously, there are situations when tears are expected, when to not have them fall makes us suspect what type of heart beats inside a dry-eyed mass of flesh and blood. The loss of a loved one, pain of the body or soul, are things we expect will precipitate some tears. And therapists attest that weeping will help assauge grief and hurt through time. So, if crying is part of the grieving process, can it also be restorative for minor mental maladies? I believe so and believe me I should know. Though I can't cry on demand, as one woman I know was frequently capable of doing, my kids would probably tell you that I am a weeper of the first order. The other evening my comment that a certain movie had me sobbing "like a blithering idiot", elicited a sardonic response from my son about that being a big surprise. So I'm a bit of a drip. My eyes well at movies, books, songs and, abashedly I note, even some commercials. I have even been known to watch a movie time and again so that I can have a good cry. Because, the thing is, interestingly enough, that while I agree with all the talk about a good cry being therapeutic, I am finding it more difficult as an adult to summon tears when I'm feeling a little down or just plain sorry for myself. With so much real misery in the world perhaps I feel a little guilty about wallowing in self-pity. Thus I hide under a celluloid cover. Growing up does inhibit selfishness. Yet, unfortunately, grown ups also seem to have to bear increasing weight on their shoulders with staunch dignity. Certainly, the longer I live the more joys I've known, but conversely, I have also had to swallow many anxieties. When I cannot take one more dollop of trouble added to a plate heaped with puny problems, it would be such sweet relief, as a guileless child would do, to let it all go and blubber like a baby. But I am not a guileless child, I am an adult — a generation that is also, some may forget, all too human. Like children, adults too feel pain, feel afraid and feel alone. They occasionally feel challenged and threatened or get depressed and tired. Yet, they also must be strong. Part of maturity is recognizing the need to be strong, to be in control of at least a portion of your life. And so we adapt and learn to cope. Usually times are good, but when they aren't the clichés form our physiognomy — we put on a brave face, lift that chin and keep a stiff upper lip. So who can blame us if every once in awhile we pop Sleepless in Seattle into the VCR, grab a kleenex, wipe away that steely facade and permit ourselves a little well- deserved release. Arthur Black