HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2003-01-22, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 22, 2003. PAGE 5.
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Nothing stuns like a deer
Here’s.a little quiz for you to while away
the time waiting for the barkeep to
refill the pretzel bowl - what do you
reckon is the most dangerous animal in North
America?
Well, the Yanks are ‘way ahead of us on this
one. They’ve got scorpions, diamondback
rattlers, coral snakes and black widow spiders
not to mention ‘gators, great white sharks and
Jesse Helms.
But Canada can post some pretty impressive
predators. Your Rocky Mountain grizzly -
there’s a fella you don’t want to pester for
spare change. Cougars pack some pretty
impressive switchblade cuticles,, not to
mention their dental armory.
We’ve got our very own viper, the
Massasauga rattlesnake, not to mention Wood
Buffalo bison, wolverines, timber wolves,
musk oxen, wharf rats, rabid bats - heck, even
the lowly mosquito can punch your ticket if it
happens to be packing the West Nile Virus in
its stinger.
But none of these can hold a candle nor a
canine tooth to the most dangerous critter on
the continent.
It’s Rudolph,
Which is to say your common, timid,
vegetarian, non-belligerent whitetail deer. This
year, Bambi and his brethren will knock off
more North American primates than all
predatory forms of wildlife combined.
And how do .they do it? The hard way,
mostly - by stepping out in front of our cars
and trucks at inopportune moments.
Needless to say, this manoeuvre hurts them a
lot more than it does us. In the U.S,,
deer/vehicle collisions constitute more than a
Tories appear to ignore jails
Ontario’s Progressive Conservatives are
working hard to gain an image of
being tough on law and order, but they
also are picking up an unsavoury one of
locking criminals in jail and throwing away the
key.
The Tories claim constantly they are the only
party that cares about fighting crime and
Public Safety Minister Bob Runciman scoffed
‘a Liberal talking about law and order is a
walking, talking oxymoron, like jumbo
shrimp.’
But the Tories face mounting tragic incidents
which suggest they don’t care much what
happens to those they put behind bars. They
also don’t learn from past errors.
The latest concerns are about how they run a
youth detention centre where a 17-year-old
boy, who had lived on the streets after fleeing
sexual abuse by his father, was held on charges
of breaking into and stealing from cars. A
youth charged with similar offences who had a
normal home would have been sent home.
The small, thin boy was punched while in
the van and had his head slammed against its
bars and sides by bigger, tougher youths, some
with records of violence.
He slept in the centre on a mattress without
a pillow on a floor crawling with vermin, and
his meals were stolen by gangs of boys, who
punched him repeatedly and ordered him to
lick up another boy’s sputum.
After 10 days, the boy pleaded guilty in
court and his lawyer asked he should not be
sentenced to further custody because he had
suffered enough in the detention centre, and
the'judge asked him for his whole story.
The judge said other boys from the centre
previously appeared in court with visible
injuries, but evaded questions or claimed they
‘fell,’ and the boy was brave for speaking out.
The judge said the beatings the boy suffered
at the centre entitled him to an absolute
discharge and it was a ‘hellish’ place that
million traffic ‘incidents’ every year.
Mostly, the deer involved pay with their
lives. Even so, more than 29,000 Americans
can expect to be injured in such a crash in any
given year, more than 200 of them fatally.
The numbers here in Canada are lower but
no less alarming. Even Saskatchewan, which
boasts the most wide-open of spaces, wracks
up 3,620 deer/vehicle collisions annually.
And we’ve got no one to blame but
ourselves. Since the day the white man arrived
we’ve systematically wiped out the wolf,
cougar and bear populations in most parts of
the continent.
This has left the deer bereft of natural
predators. Which means the deer population
has exploded to...well, to levels they probably
enjoyed before the pale guys in the big
sailboats first landed.
Except that it isn’t the same ‘here’ anymore.
We’ve gobbled up hundreds of thousands of
square miles of natural deer habitat with our
logging, our subdivisions and our road
networks.
Which means more and more deer on less
and less land.
And that means trouble. In many parts of
North America the vast numbers of deer are
stripping the forests of vegetation. Gary Alt, a
wildlife biologist with the Pennsylvania Game
Eric
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Queen's Park
showed reckless disregard for his safety,
turned a blind eye to assaults on him and left it
up to him to lodge a complaint, which would
have exposed him to worse beatings.
The judge said the centre was reminiscent of
Charles Dickens’s exposes of brutal conditions
in Victorian England and Lord of the Flies and
violated United Nations’ conventions.
The province’s child advocate revealed she
told the government a year earlier the centre
was overcrowded and not actively supervising
detainees, many of whom lived in fear.
A union representing guards added gangs
there constantly intimidate weaker inmates,
but the province would not spend money
needed for adequate surveillance.
A 16-year-old youth, who also feared other
youths, was revealed to have hanged himself in
the centre a month earlier.
The Tories have had many warnings to
which they do not appear to listen.
Ombudsman Clare Lewis said in June their
hard line against spending has produced
intolerable conditions in some correctional
facilities.
Prisoners should not be mollycoddled, he
said, but society has an obligation to see they
are treated rationally and with some degree of
dignity and respect.
Inmates have testified in courts that three
commonly sleep in a cell meant for one
person, two in bunks on top of each other and
the third on a mattress on the floor jammed
beside a toilet.
Commission fears that eventually “everything
will be lost. The deer population will not be
healthy and scores of other species will suffer.”
Interestingly enough, the situation is
reversed on Vancouver Island.
There, deer herds are said to be in decline.
One of the provincial government’s more
brilliant proposed solutions? Kill off a slew of
wolves and mountain lions to ‘take the
pressure off the deer’.
And incidentally, leave more deer for human
hunters to make sport with.
There’s another island that could teach us all
an important lesson in wildlife management.
It’s called Isle Royale. You’ 11 find it tucked into
the northwest corner of Lake Superior.
Isle Royale is uninhabited by humans, but
has a goodly population of wolves, moose and
deer. Logging, hunting and development have
been banned on Isle Royale for most of the last
century and all of this one. The animals have
been pretty much left to themselves.
So did the deer and moose strip the island
bare? Did the wolves proliferate and eat the
deer and moose right down to the last rib eye
steak?
Nope, the populations stabilized themselves
naturally, without benefit of bidlogists, govern
ment planners or gun-toting 'harvesters’.
We tend to forget that Mother Nature
somehow muddled through for thousands of
years before we came along to help her.
Which means we really should re-think that
notion about the whitetail deer as Public
Enemy Number One.
The most dangerous animal in North
America isn’t the ungulate in the headlights.
It’s the monkey behind the wheel.
Another judge recently cut three months off
a sentence for a man convicted of assault
because he had spent a month in custody
awaiting trial in conditions ‘like the Middle
Ages.’
The Tories should be watchful particularly
over conditions for youths because a few
months ago they were forced to pay $1 rr i I lion
in an out-of-court settlement to 12 beaten by
guards after being removed from another
detention centre.
Some had imprints of the guards’ boots on
their faces and large patches of hair torn out
and the child advocate said they were
subjected to ‘a degree of fear, humiliation,
indignity and trauma that is not acceptable.’
The government expressed regret and
claimed it has improved conditions, but it
would have difficulty proving it.
Letter
Continued from page 4
of our rural communities. We live and work
here, we have a vested interest in protecting
the environment for ourselves, and future
generations. We feel that the trust the
provincial government used in certifying
farmers to use pesticides, and livestock
medicines, seems to be lacking in this
legislation.
We publicly urge the Minister to take time to
examine the regulations again. An April I
implementation date does not seem reasonable
with the kinds of concern that have been raised
by ourselves and other farmers. Farmers
wanting more information can call
OMAFRA at 1-800-877-424-1380 or website:
www omafra.gov.on.ca/scripts/english/rural/th
elist/default.asp and click on nutrient
management.
Sincerely,
Neil Vincent, President,
Huron County Federation of Agriculture.
Bonnie
( Gropp
The short of it
Killing time
Oh, how 1 adore those chirpy little
people who sing praises for this
wonderful season. Get ouj, and enjoy
winter! Give me a break.
It is now time for my winter vent. As I sit
writing this I am for the umpteenth day, having
problems seeing across the street. Those
lovely fluffy flakes creating this charming
winter wonderland are obscuring everything
around me, including the road that I must
travel home on this evening. They are
fluttering into my frantic thoughts about loved
ones traversing from here to there and the back
of beyond.
All of this doesn’t mean that I’m not happy
for the snowmobilers, skiers and boarders. I’m
not that much of a curmudgeon. But forgive
me if my enthusiasm falls short. While I may
not deny you your fun, I shamefully wish it
was over. I’ve tried to join your ranks hut I
truly could not find the pleasure.
When I was younger if I remember
correctly, I did more easily see the attributes of
our dark months. They helped to create the
wonderful diversity of our seasons and in as
much offered new activities and adventures.
When I was younger I was indeed less
negative about winter.
But let’s call that naivete. I know better now.
When I was younger it wasn’t me who had to
clean off the car every morning, brushing and
scraping, fingers freezing, as I watched
everything cover up as quickly as I cleared it
off. When I was younger it wasn’t me who
shoveled (My husband would say it still isn’t,
but 1 have on occasion. Besides let’s just say
then that I feel baoly for him.)
When I was young I didn’t have a husband
or children to worry about, loved ones finding
their way home in a milky world that could
turn nastily sour in a heartbea!. When I was
young my life was in town so nothing, except
school, ever got cancelled
When I was young I was never cold, my
bones didn’t ache and thare was limitless
living looming before me.
Well, while hopefully it's still a long way
off, I now know, because of my aching bones,
that there is a limit to living. Thus I ask you to
please excuse me if I get a little frustrated
when something like winter puts constraints
on my precious time. 1 can’t get where I want
to go, people can’t get to me and I am not a big
enough person I guess, to not find this all
frustrating.
You can’t change it, so learn to live with it,
right? Believe me, I have, or this diatribe
would have been much, much worse I know
there’s nothing to be done about winter but it
doesn’t mean 1 can’t pray tor its timely
conclusion. My thoughts race on through the
months - January almost over, February short,
March is near the end. I want springtime and if
it came tomorrow I’d be thrilled.
Some, I suppose, might say that for a person
acknowledging that life is limited it’s foolish
to wish winter away, that counting the days
until spring blooms is hurrying my time along.
I don’t see it that way, however, because
while I may wish away winter, I will hope
time slows come spring. With the same
determination that I mark time until the last
snowflake melts, 1 slow my pace in the warm
season trying to fool the clock. For six months
I ask time to speed up. For the next six 1 beg it
to slow down. It’s a balance.
And, as neither is going to happen anyway
just whimsy to kill time.