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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Exeter Times Advocate
SHDHS student wins history challenge
By Pat Bolen
TIMES -ADVOCATE STAFF
EXETER — "I've had a
lot of really good teachers
who have really loved his-
tory, and that has influ-
enced how much I like
history."
South Huron District
high school student Ally
Macgregor's interest in
history started with stud-
ies on ancient civilizations
in Grade 3 and has led to
her winning a national
contest.
Macgregor was recently
announced as one of the
winners in the Mathieu
Da Costa Challenge for
her short story on Tom
Longboat, the first aborig-
inal to win the Boston
Marathon.
Sponsored by the
Canadian Teachers
Federation, the contest
recognizes the achieve-
ments of Da Costa, who
was the first recorded
black man to set foot in
Canada.
Da Costa arrived on the
ship of Samuel de
Champlain 400 years ago,
and worked as the inter-
preter to the Mi'kmaqs.
The aim of the contest is
also to explore the contri-
butions of people of dif-
ferent backgrounds to
Canada's heritage.
Entrants in the chal-
lenge could submit work
in several different cate-
gories, including essays,
short stories and artwork.
In honour of the 400th
anniversary of the arrival
of the first black man in
Canada, a
special
award
was given
out this
year, for
the best
essay or
short
story in both English and
French celebrating a
black Canadian.
Macgregor's short story
on Longboat was chosen
as the winning entry in
the English portion of the
challenge.
"Running is My Life"
described Longboat's
experiences in the First
World War after winning
the Boston Marathon in
1907.
Macgregor said she
decided to write the story
on Longboat after hearing
about him in her
Canadian history class,
taught by Tracy
McLennan.
What made Macgregor
decide to write about
Longboat was, "he was a
minority, and the first
aboriginal to win the
Boston Marathon."
"I thought that was
really important, as well
as the recurring themes
of the relationship
between the aboriginals
and the rest of Canada,
how it has
always been a
real struggle."
"I thought if
we highlight-
ed something
good that an
aboriginal has
done it would
help to make people more
aware of their contribu-
tions to Canada."
Writing the story gave
her a greater understand-
ing of what aboriginals
have faced, according to
Macgregor.
"There was a lot of
mention of how people
called him the Redskin
runner and all these
derogatory comments and
I thought they should
have had more respect
for someone with as
much talent as he did."
The story captured a
moment in Longboat's
life.
After he had experi-
enced racism from virtu-
ally everyone around him,
a young soldier expressed
"I thought they should
have had more respect
for someone with as
much talent as he did."
ALLY MACGREGOR
SHDHS STUDENT
his admiration for
Longboat.
McLennan, who said the
story was very well writ-
ten, described the scene.
"When this one friend
begins talking who has
admiration for him and
doesn't say anything
derogatory, Longboat was
actually rather shocked,
because he was treated
as anybody else."
"His comrades kind of
ignored him, and made
fun of him and then this
boy walked up to him and
showed a lot of respect
and they developed a
friendship," said
Macgregor.
With her overall interest
in history, Macgregor said
one of her favourite parts
of history is ancient civi-
lizations.
"It's the culture, I like
looking at what their
beliefs were and how
they're different from
modern beliefs."
She also has an interest
in the British Monarchy,
specifically their personal
lives and scandals. "I read
a book this summer about
the wives of king Henry
the eighth and what their
lives were like and
thought it was fascinat-
ing.
McLennan, who men-
SHDHS student Ally Macgregor and her history
teacher Tracy McLennan. Macgregor was recently
named a winner in the Mathieu Da Costa Challenge
for a short story she wrote. (photo/PatBolen)
tioned the contest to
Macgregor, says she tries
to make her classes fun.
"We do debates and
presentations and try to
get hands on. Right now
in my ancient civilizations
course we're doing a
Greek trial and in
Canadian history they're
encouraged to role play
and dress up. With the
First World War we wrote
letters and you had to be
a person from the war
and write as that person,
doing the research behind
it and making it believ-
able."
Macgregor and her par-
ents are flying to Ottawa
Feb. 25-29 for the awards
ceremony.
She is looking forward
to the chance to see the
historical attractions of
the city, including the
Parliament buildings and
the museum of civiliza-
tion.
'Running is My Life' byAlexandra Macgregor
In the early hours of the morning on May 19, 1917,
Tom Longboat stared out across No Man's Land and
marveled at the fiery red sunrise draped across the sky
behind what he knew to be the German trenches.
From his position on a half -collapsed fire -step, Tom
could not actually see the enemy's front line, but the
constant barrage of shells was an incessant reminder to
Tom that he was in the thick of a bloody war.
Tom's heart pounded as he watched clouds of dirt
and debris burst from the ground and fill the air
between the Allied trenches and the enemy, temporari-
ly obscuring the brilliant horizon from view.
As he stepped down from the fire -step, Tom was
relieved that he was not on the front lines that morning.
He knew that, at this very moment, many of his com-
rades were preparing for the daily stand -to.
He could picture the men, rifles loaded and bayonets
fixed into place, grimly taking their positions on the
many fire -steps that lined the front line trenches.
He thought of his friend John Marshall, a young boy of
19 who had been shot down during a stand -to only
weeks ago.
It had been on that fateful day that the Germans took
the offensive and attacked the Allied trenches.
Tom sighed as he recalled the sky that had burned
blood red that morning.
Tom had not been assigned to the front lines that
morning either. Later, he heard of young John's death
from another soldier who had been injured in the fight-
ing.
"He fought bravely enough," the man had said, his
face ashen and streaked with mud and blood. "He's
with the Lord now, anyway."
Tom said nothing and the man limped away, favour-
ing his left side.
As he watched him disappear, Tom thought back to
his first meeting with John Marshall only a few days
after his arrival in France.
John had approached Tom carefully and he hadn't
even noticed the bright-eyed young man sidle up next
to him as he polished his rifle.
"Sir," John had said, startling Tom and causing him to
drop the rifle.
"What?" Tom had barked in reply, agitated that his
freshly cleaned gun had plunged barrel -first into the
knee-high mud that filled the trenches.
"Sorry, sir," John had stuttered, "I didn't mean to
alarm you."
Tom looked up at the boy, almost a foot taller than
himself, and saw that his face had reddened with
embarrassment.
It isn't often that a white man humbles himself for an
Indian, Tom thought to himself. "What is it you want,
boy?" he asked, softening his tone.
John avoided Tom,s gaze and fixed his eyes on the
pile of sandbags just above Tom's head.
Tom took no notice of the boy's apparent
discomfort and prepared himself for some
sort of insult.
The older men often chided Tom about
his reddish skin and strange features.
They called him "Pow -Wow Boy" and
other derogatory names, often to his face.
It would come as no surprise to Tom if
the young man before him had been pres-
sured to do the same.
"I mean no disrespect, sir," the boy final-
ly managed to say, "but I was wondering if
it's true what the other men are saying. Are you really
Tom Longboat, the Indian marathoner?"
Tom nodded. "You,ve heard of me, then?"
"Heard of you!" John had exclaimed, his face lighting
up with excitement. "I was there when you crossed the
finish line at the Boston Marathon in 1907! I was visit-
ing my grandfather and he took my brothers and me to
watch the race. You were fantastic, sir. No one could
believe that an Indian had won the Boston Marathon!"
Tom had smiled in spite of himself. "That was a long
time ago, you know."
John grinned. "That doesn't matter. A race like that
isn't something you soon forget."
In the hours that followed Tom found himself recount-
ing to John the details of each of his many races,
including his defeat in the 1908 Olympic marathon.
"I know everyone thinks you just burnt-out, sir," John
had said solemnly when Tom told him of collapsing only
19 miles into the race, "But to be perfectly honest, I
believe there was some foul play involved."
Tom looked away absent-mindedly. "It doesn't mat-
ter. My racing days are over. Even if I make it out of
this mess alive, I'm too old to race again, although I'm
itching to run. I wonder if Lieut. Harris has anything
that needs delivering...." Tom trailed off, his eyes scan-
ning the men around him for the familiar face of his
commanding officer.
"What do you mean?" John inquired.
"The lieutenant often has me run messages to other
military posts. I'll be the first to admit it's dangerous
work, but it's a relief to run anywhere - even if it might
cost me my life."
Tom's mind drifted for a moment and he
remembered when he had run every-
where as a child, often racing the wild
animals who proved to be better competi-
tion than other children.
"Amazing, sir," John said breathlessly
"You must have to run fast."
"Running is my life," Tom said, almost to
himself.
The blast of a shell exploding nearby
brought Tom out of his reverie. He
blinked back tears and tried to erase the laughing face
of John Marshall from his memory.
He was relieved when Lieut. Harris approached him
suddenly, message in hand.
"Longboat, I've got an assignment for you," Harris
snapped, thrusting the envelope into Tom,s shaking
hand. "Take this to the general, and be quick about it."
"Yes, sir!" Tom shoved the envelope into his pocket
and turned to leave, but a heavy hand on his shoulder
stopped him.
"Longboat," Harris began sternly, "Are you really that
crazy Indian who won the Boston Marathon?"
"Yes, sir," Tom replied carefully, John's voice echoing
in his head.
"That was a race I won't soon forget. The whole coun-
try was proud of you. "
"Thank you, sir."
And Tom began to run.
The older men often
chided Tom about his
reddish skin and
strange features.They
called him "Pow -Wow
Boy" and other
derogatory names,
often to his face.