HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2000-11-15, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2000. PAGE 5.
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Will that be coffee, tea or me?
This may just be the jet lag talking - I’ve
been hopscotching by air all over the
continent for the past several days -
but...
What is it about airports?
A person ought to feel great in an airport -
after all, it’s a slick, no-hassles city in
miniature. You’ve got your restaurants, your
bookstores, your newspaper kiosks - even your
chapels and your lost and founds.
At the really big airports you can get a
shoeshine, a bottle of Dom Perignon and a
massage.
Airports are totally climate-controlled. Once
you get inside those doors you don’t have to
deal with heat waves, monsoons or black ice.
You also don’t have to worry about being run
over by a truck, getting stuck in a traffic jam or
being mugged by a gang of Homeys.
And the airport is ecumenical. Hardline
Muslims line up at the check-in counter, cheek
by jowl with staunch Catholics;
fundamentalist Baptists, share leatherette
couches with Unitarians; dreadlocked
Wiccans, break bread with briefcase-toting
burghers from the ‘burbs.
Your average big city airport is nothing if not
democratic. We should love them.
Vast armies of the homeless and the
dispossessed ought to be pressing up against
the hurricane fencing around our airports,
eager to get inside and set up camp. Names like
O’Hare and Heathrow, Pearson and Nagoya
ought to be mentioned in the same breath as
The art of remaining Canadian
There is a lot of concern expressed about
the ability of Canadians to maintain a
society that is distinct from that of the
United States. Precisely what the nature of that
society should be depends on the speaker but it
is generally agreed that we have a “kinder,
gentler” society with more universal social
welfare programs. Our gun laws are much
tougher and our distribution of income is more
equitable.
As far as maintaining this sort of society is
concerned, I often think that the Canadians and
the Swiss have a lot in common. Most Swiss
speak German but just north of the country are
over 80 million Germans, well over 10 times
the number of Swiss of the same language.
Perhaps we should mention the Austrians
to the east, who are also German speaking. It is
a battle to keep German influence to a
minimum.
If that were not enough, the 1 1/2 million
French-speaking Swiss are across the border
from 50 plus-million Frenchmen while Ticino,
the small Italian speaking canton of
Switzerland, faces 50 plus million Italians.
You can just imagine the influence coming in
from all sides.
I sometimes hear people complain that most
of the channels or programs on TV in Canada
are of American origin. The same thing
happens in Switzerland. That country is
bombarded with programs from Germany,
Austria, France and Italy.
Yet there are good Canadian programs just as
there is good Swiss programming.
Add to that the complaint that we are overrun
with Americans in the summer. While we can
blame to a considerable degree for that, this
observation is made as if such an influx was
threatening our way of life. Again I can draw a
Swiss parallel.
I like to spend a few days in Ticino, the
Italian speaking canton in the south of that
country. For one thing it gives my Italian a
good workout and I also like the place.
But each time the canton seems to be overrun
Arthur
Black
London and Bangkok; Vienna and Paris.
So how come that doesn’t happen? Why is it
airports make us nervous, antsy and eager to
be just about anyplace else?
Perhaps it’s the very Nowhereness of
modem airports. Being in Gatwick is like
being in Kennedy is like being in Dallas
International. The same disembodied
mechanical voices reverberating off the same
marble surfaces.
And it’s a false community. Sure, you’re
surrounded by every hue and accent of the
human race — but like you, they’re all going
somewhere else - and soon! These people
you’ve been thrown together with you’ll
probably never see again. The airport
“community” has the shelf life of a champagne
bubble. Maybe something in our genetic
makeup recognizes that and keeps us on
Standby Alert.
One saving grace is that most of us don’t
have to deal with airports all that often. Pity the
poor folks - the maintenance people, the
caterers, the guys who have to hump our
luggage around - everyone who has to work in
airports, day in and day out.
Raymond
Canon
The
International
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with Germans, few of which speak any Italian.
The waiters have to cope with this but it isn’t
easy. However, they might not have a job if the
Germans didn’t come and the same holds true
for Canadians.
Can you imagine how many jobs are created
by this tourism which is a labour intensive
industry to say the least.
Letter to the Editor
THE EDITOR,
The tragedy of Walkerton ... the constant
closing of Lake Huron beaches this summer...
They are warning signs that can no longer be
ignored.
Safe and clean beaches along Lake Huron
from Sarnia to Tobermory can no longer be
taken for granted. Safe and clean groundwater,
rivers and tributaries in the whole Lake Huron
Watershed of southwestern Ontario, our
backyard, can no longer be taken for granted.
We have choices. We can sit back and watch
our water quality deteriorate further, we can
point fingers and debate endlessly, we can
conduct yet more tests ... more studies, or we
can volunteer to roll up our sleeves and get on
with a serious cleanup. Towards that end I see
the need for a citizen groundswell, the need to
mobilize every stakeholder living, working,
farming, owning property, doing business
and/or vacationing in the region. Every village,
town, township and municipality in the
watershed, farm organizations, conservation
authorities, community and cottage
associations, youth and service groups,
environmental organizations, nature groups,
Mind you, they occasionally have their
revenge. Like the Canadian Airlines gate agent
who had to process an entire daisy chain of
disgruntled travellers when a flight out of
Ottawa was cancelled.
She was working her way through the line
with as much grace as she could muster when
a red-faced guy in a three-piece suit bulled his
way to the front of the line. He slapped his
ticket down on the counter and said, “I HAVE
to be on this flight and it has to be FIRST
CLASS.”
The agent replied, “I’m sorry sir. I’ll be
happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help
these folks first, and I’m sure we’ll be able to
work something out.”
The passenger was unimpressed. He asked
loudly, so that the passengers behind him could
hear, “Do you have any idea who I am?”
Without hesitating, the gate agent smiled and
grabbed her public address microphone.
“May I have your attention please?” she
began, her voice bellowing throughout the
terminal. “We have a passenger here at the gate
WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If
anyone can help him find his identity, please
come to gate 17.”
With the folks behind him in line laughing
hysterically, the man glared at the Canadian
Airlines agent, gritted his teeth and hissed
“Screw you!”
Flashing her best flight attendant smile, the
agent purred, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid
you’ll have to stand in line for that, too.”
Obviously both Switzerland and Canada are
subject to intense foreign pressures; it goes
with the territory. In the end, however, it comes
down to the extent to which we want to go to
preserve a way of life.
It may be in the support we give Canadian
artists, authors and the like, it may be the
support groups that we set up in our various
communities or even the standards that we set
in individual families.
Over a hundred years ago the Canadian
government was trying to persuade European
farmers immigrating to North America that the
way of life was superior in Canada to that of
the United States.
In this respect very little has changed in the
last century.
businesses, government departments,
academics, ‘Workfare’ groups, environmental
experts should make a five-year commitment
to collectively, cohesively and single-mindedly
work towards making the total Lake Huron
Watershed in southwestern Ontario an
environmental ‘Area of Excellence’.
I have a vision - a vision of establishing a
continuous riparian forest of native trees and
shrubs along the Lake Huron shoreline and
along the banks of Ausable, the Maitland, the
Saugeen River and the smaller rivers and their
tributaries to reduce agricultural and « rban
runoff. Of establishing buffer strips of shrubs,
grasses, sedges, reeds, bulrushes and other
plants along small creeks, ditches and
irrigation channels. Of restoring weLands. Of
installing fences to keep livestock away from
waterways. Of upgrading sewage treatment
plants, lagoons and storm sewers to achieve
zero discharge and zero spills of raw or
partially-treated sewage. Of identifying and
aggressively dealing with abandoned
waterwells, with leakage from sewage lagoons,
septic tank systems, liquid manure storage
' > Continued on page 6
Bonnie
Gropp
The short of it
Use it wisely
I know I’ve said I don’t think this column
is about serious thought, however, with
three elections occurring in North
America during November, politics has been
hard to ignore.
I’m not an aficionada of government and its
workings. What I am is your typical every
person, a voter who hears the news, reads the
dailies and in an informal, non-absorbed way
gives government some attention. Often we
may not really wake up until a choice must be
made, but it is to be hoped that that choice will
be reached with an open mind.
The fact that I’m beginning to believe that
more and more it isn’t, has increased my level
of cynicism lately to the point where a
colleague needed to remind me that ultimately
democracy is still the best way.
I watched that mess in the south with
interest over this past week, primarily out of
curiosity, but mostly with concern, first
because a misunderstood ballot and a system
where the popular choice is not the winning
choice, challenges my view of democracy.
But there is another reason that added fuel to
a recent fire. There are comments I have heard
of late that really have me wondering if our
capricious nature makes us deserving of the
right to choose. And as we prepare for our
own federal election at the end of this month,
it is important that we understand when we
select a leader exactly what we will be getting,
not cutting off our nose to spite our face.
In a recent issue of People, two of Al Gore’s
daughters, campaigning for their father, were
featured in a story which mentions, in
reference to the one woman’s take charge
manner, that when confronted by a snake, she
killed it and skinned it. An appalled 'etter
writer responded to the article stating the
action had cost Gore her vote. And to think I
always thought it best to judge the candidate
on his merits, not on those of his family or the
people who attach themselves to him.
Presuming, that this woman was going to
therefore vote for George W. Bush, it’s
interesting his past history of drunk driving,
and that his wife as a young girl caused a fatal
car accident and feels it was unfortunate it
came to light now, are points the voter could
overlook.
I have heard of federal or provincial
candidates losing a vote because the elector
disliked the handling of one particular issue.
One remarked that when Huron Bruce MP
Paul Steckle had stood by his convictions
opposing his party’s gun control legislation, he
had only represented one sector of society.
While this is true; he certainly didn’t represent
my beliefs on this; I respected that he held true
to his convictions, which were admittedly
shared by a good number of his constituents,
and didn’t just follow the party line. I need to
weigh what is more important to me — that he
didn’t speak for me or that he did speak for
others.
Locally, there were people who remarked on
what they liked or didn’t like about their
municipal candidates based often on things
that had little to do with what type of
representative they have been or would be.
I am not blameless. I’ve been led by heart
over head, by gullibility over gut. But I have
tried in the recent municipal and soon the
federal elections to make my choice with a
clear conscience, a choice that came from
common sense, not a nonsense decision.
Yes, we are fortunate to have the democratic
process, the lesser of all other evils. Let’s use
it wisely.