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Terrorists threaten society
'` The attempt on Pope John Paul's life two weeks ago
proved one thing, No one is sacred.
But the difference in this assassination attempt is that
the alleged assassin is not someone acting out his own
private . mania as were John Lennon's killer or the man
who attempted to kill Ronald Reagan.
Mehmet Ali Agca is. "believed to have been actingon
orders. Orders from whom? A terrorist ..network whose
aim istodestabilize society to permit the rise of a .new
order:
Why shoot the pope? An article in a daily newspaper
suggests "To shock. To destabilize. The more unlikely,
the more beloved the victim, the bigger the shock.. It" is
meant to shake society until 'one day it crumbles and a
nasty new order can arise. It doesn't matter when, or
whether leftor right wing terrorists do it The lqgic is the
same." .. .
Agca is a terrorist who escaped from a death sentence
for murder in .Turkey, and yet he travelled .around
Europe picking up alae passports, cash and a weapon
when . needed.'
e A terrorist network planning the destruction of our.
world society is not 'something we_ care to consider..
'Indeed when news of the attempt on the, pope's life
reached us, many of us assumed it was another crackpot.
The idea, that Agca was acting on orders to carry out the
pope's assassination as part of some'.subersive plot, is a
strange; scenario that most assassinations in our part. of
the world , do not fit into. It's all :a`. bit unnerving.
Perhaps the attempt on Tope John Paul will
accomplish something. Now that the public knows .how
widely. terrorism andit support teams are organized,
governments' may. have .to. act against . the many
organix ;tions they know about. France, . Sweden and
Switzerland are notorious terrorist havens. i
Turkey bitterly . criticized West German police for
failing to hunt Agca down ,on an Interpol warrant: and
Turkey's head` of state lambasted Europeans who treat
terrorists as "political refugees". • " 1
It is a new idea to most of us in Canada. We are
relatively free of the. fear . and instability created by
terrorists acting in European countries such as Italy, the
Middle East. and Irelaind. But the assassination attempt
on -the pope identifies the scope ,of the terrorist problem
in the world and the, need for action by police and
governntent authorities who have known about it fiir
years.
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Photo by Sharon Dietz)
By Don Campbell . • 0
• The Blake property was a Well established farm
divided into neat rectangles of cleared land and fenced
with split rails. There was a log cabin close to the
concession line but further in, upon a knoll flanked by
trees, was a large gabled frame house. It stood white,
majestic: and prominent against a background of summer
green.
Flora gasped when she saw it. "Tis a mansion, Sir!"
she told Blake. "Such a big, 'beautiful Name."
William Blake nodded. "Yes," he mused. "It's a big
house. Built just the way my wife wanted it. Those pillars
at the front and the verandah above. She must have been
thinking; about her old plantation home in the south. It
took two years to finish - we had to, wait for building
supplies." He shook his head and sighed. "She didn't
live long enough to enjoy it and she left me with no
children to fill it with laughter." He smiled sadly. "Tis a
white elephant ma'am, that's what it is. The joke of the
county. Folks hereabouts call it Blake's Folly!"
They turned into the lanewa and the (tied horses
quickened their page at the sight of home. From where
he sat on the wagon, Neil heard small well grazed familiar
field came into view, saw a hundred or
more black faced sheep and their lambs.
"There you are MacCrimnlon," f lake called out from
the driver's seat: "A shepherd are you? I'll wager you
never had so many sheep in Scotland!"
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Neil nudged Hamish Murdoch: " , `Tis true," he
whispered: "And'I never had sae many sheep in need o'.
shearing!"
Whilst Neil and Hamish tended to the horses, Blake
introduced Flora to her domestic duties. He, showed her
the cellars with the light of a candle. It was refreshingly
cool down there, away from the heat above. There was a
moundof potatoes, with long interwoven sprouts and
green with mould. Blake apologized for this, and told her
the new crop was not ready for digging. Cured hams and
bacon hung from the ceiling beams and there were
barrels of salted meat. So much food in fact, that Flora
could hardly believe her eyes.
In the kitchen, she was introduced to the "modern"
dook stove; a large cast iron contraption with a sir all tank
on one side for hot water, and a large oven. Blake showed
her how to light the fire and operate the damper.
By sorting through the potatoes and wasting far more
-than she put into the boiling pot, Flora found enough for
the four of them. A cabbage fresh from the garden.
provided the second vegetable, and for the "purpose of
expediency she fried' ham. Bread was a problem. In the
pantry were a few loaves, too hard and stale for eating:
From flour and water she cooked bannocks upon the hot
plate.
They all sat down to dinner at the large kitchen table
and Blake seemed satisfied with the meal. "You bake
mighty fine biscuits. Yes, ma'am, mighty fine, he said
pointing to the browned cakes.
Flora blushed. "Bannocks Sir," she corrected him.
"Those are Scottish bannocks, like the ones we made at
hame!"
After supper and whilst Flora engaged herself with the
fishes, the three men sat outside and Blake acquainted
them with their new positions. He pointed tothe east
where the sounds of an axe were heard. "That's Pierre,"
he said. "Pierre Bechard, the man you'llbe working
for," he told Hamish. "You can goand fid him in, the
morning but you'll have to go by yourself. We are
neighbours, but that's as far as it goes. He sleeps in a
tent but I couldn't let him sleep under my roof or, my
name would be dirt in the community. Bechard 'is a
Catholic!''
At heart, Blake was a good living man, but he retained
the prejudices of his father and mother before him. The
"old south" was still his blood and dominatedhis life
style. There was a profound difference between Protest-
ant and Catholic, as indeed there was between master
and hired hands. When it came to sleeping arrangetnents
this became predominantly clear.
"There's a small bed in the hired man's room at the
back of the house," he told Flora. "You can sleep there
tonight and tomorrow you can sleep in the old log'
house." He looked at the two men in a condescending
fashion. "It's a warm\night. I think you will find the barn
quite comfortable." As an after thought of kindness he
said to Hamish. "Tomorrow night, and whilst youwork
for Bechard, you can sleep in the hired man's room., so
longasyou it clean. I wouldn't expect a dog to share
keep p
a tent with Bechard. It's badenough having to work fora
Catholic, let alone sleep in the same tent!"
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