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Be a citizen, not just a resident
On a recent TVO show, The Life -Sized
City, about Medellin, Columbia, an
activist in that city made an interesting
observation. "Residents," he said, "have rights.
Citizens have rights and responsibilities."
The man who spoke the words was
definitely a citizen, not just a resident. He
was one of a large group of volunteers who
took up the cause of fighting poverty and
Medellin's terrible reputation as a South
American drug capital. Some organized to win
election to run their city. Others took on
smaller projects.
Medellin, for instance, is a divided city with
prosperous areas in the valley and the poor left
to spread up the mountainside with few city
services. There aren't even any streetlights so
at night the streets are dangerous. So citizens
organized a program to install solar -powered
streetlights, adding one light at a time as they
could afford it. The project had an unintended
consequence — as the lights went on the
prosperous residents of the valley were
reminded 24 hours a day of the presence of the
poor in their community.
There were larger projects as well. One of
problems for the poor people on the
mountainside was that it took them too long to
be able to travel to jobs in the valley because
they had no public transit. While on a vacation
in Switzerland, one of the citizen leaders
noticed the gondolas used as ski resorts and
wondered if a gondola system could help get
mountainside dwellers down the hill faster.
The system was built and now makes new job
opportunities available to the poor mountain -
dwellers.
But it's that definition of a citizen being
someone with rights and responsibilities that
keeps sticking in my mind. In a way, it's like a
resident is just a tenant while citizens see
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themselves as owning shares in their
community. They realize that they benefit
when the whole community benefits.
Rural areas and small towns traditionally
have a large proportion of citizens. People had
to take responsibility or communities would
have little to offer. Those who realized they
had responsibilities to their communities didn't
necessarily need to take bold steps like running
for municipal council or the school board.
They made their communities better by leading
the Boy Scouts, becoming a volunteer
firefighter, being active in the Lions Club or
Women's Institute or coaching baseball or
hockey.
It's easier to be a resident in a large
city. You don't need to take ownership in
your community to be fully served. Between
private businesses and government you can
expect to have most of your needs taken
care of. Thankfully there are still people
who take responsibility for leading Girl
Guides or coaching soccer, but these citizens
make up a smaller proportion of the
population.
Changes in society have seen this mindset
creeping into rural communities. The
replacement of small, personally -run stores by
large, corporate mega -stores disconnects the
sense that the well-being of people you know
depends on the dollars you spend with them.
The growth of government services also gives
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the impression that we can relax and let
somebody else pick up the slack.
But the perception that we can sit back and
somebody else will take responsibility is
flawed in rural communities. There's a
richness that's lost, not only because we'll lose
services we've had when we used to provide
them through volunteer labour, but because
getting involved with others in the community
is rewarding. I still remember the simple
pleasure of washing dishes with a neighbour
after a community supper many years ago,
having a conversation we'd never have had
if not being brought together by that shared
task.
Taking ownership in your community pays
off in big and small ways. Back in 1985,
citizens in the Brussels and Blyth areas who
missed having a local newspaper, invested in
The Citizen. Their faith gave them a
community -owned newspaper that's still going
strong nearly 33 years later (and has paid them
a good financial return as well). Meanwhile,
larger communities' newspapers went through
several ownership changes, each owner more
remote from understanding of the needs and
opportunities of the communities they served.
Now it seems only a matter of time before
those communities won't have a newspaper at
all.
We need more people who realize their
community is not just a place they reside but is
a place in which they own a share. Yes, it takes
more effort than just sitting back and
connecting through Facebook or being
entertained by Netflix. But taking ownership,
playing an active part in your community, is
rewarding in so many ways that big business
and big government can't deliver.
If you're not already a citizen, dive in. It
offers so much more than just being a resident.
Court is in session, except for the NHL
You only have to briefly search online
for NHL linesman Don Henderson
and Calgary defenseman Dennis
Wideman to see one of the most vicious hits in
modern hockey.
Years ago the hit would've likely book -
ended one of Don Cherry's Rock 'Em Sock
'Em hockey videos if Wideman had been
hitting another player.
No, Wideman hit a member of the
officiating crew and, taking my experience as
a referee and a hockey player into account, I'm
comfortable saying it certainly does look like
Wideman hit the linesman intentionally.
Wideman suffered a hit while playing
against the Nashville Predators. It might not
have been the cleanest hit but Henderson,
arguably the closest referee, was busy trying
not to fall into the Predator's bench and likely
didn't see it.
In retaliation,Wideman hit Henderson. Not
only did he hit him, he cross-checked him
from behind. That could be a career -ending hit
for a fully -equipped player, and apparently
was a career -ending hit for the comparatively
less -equipped Henderson.
In the end, Henderson sought damages to
the tune of $10.25 million: $10 million for lost
wages and potential earning and $250,000 in
general and special damages.
The hit took place during a Jan. 27, 2016
match and was shifted from a civil court to the
NHL's arbitration organization.
The organization, however, doesn't inspire a
lot of confidence from Henderson who points
out that Wideman has previously dealt with it
and the league as well.
So why does this matter? Well it matters
because, as I've written before, this kind of
disrespect drives referees away from the game.
Wideman received a 10 game suspension
while he potentially ended the career of an
official and, like I said, from the angles I saw
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and the events that played out, you would be
hard-pressed to convince me Wideman didn't
completely intend to injure Henderson.
Unfortunately for Henderson, there is a
layer of protection that isn't quite as visible on
the ice: protection from litigation.
Henderson has every right to seek financial
compensation from the man who potentially
ended his career. It was not a part of the game,
it was not accidental. It was, and again, this
comes from my years of experience being on
both sides of these hits, contact made with the
intent of causing injury.
Wideman faced a 10 -game suspension,
which covers less than a month of playing
time.
If anyone else had used a solid object to
assault someone from behind (anyone else
who isn't protected by an organization like the
NHL) they could face 18 months in prison or,
if indictable, up to 10 years.
But, because he is an athlete, we turn a blind
eye to the crimes he commits. And don't for a
second think this wasn't a crime.
Even if I'm completely off the mark and
misread the entire situation and Wideman was
just sleeping on his way back to the bench, by
not stopping or even trying to avoid him and
instead, bringing his stick up to strike
Henderson, Wideman is guilty of reckless
endangerment.
Heck, players have sought legal reparations
from other players, so I'm not sure why this is
so different. Take, for example, Vancouver
Canuck Todd Bertuzzi and his career -ending
sucker punch against Steve Moore.
Moore had three broken vertebrae as a result
of the punch and the ensuing fracas and settled
out-of-court for an undisclosed amount for the
injury that ended his career.
The NHL, however, thought that 20 games
was enough a punishment for someone
assaulting another player and ending their
career.
Marty McSorley was found guilty of assault
with a weapon after slashing Donald Brashear
in the head in 2000.
Somewhere, we need to draw a line and say,
this isn't hockey, this is assault.
This may seem to fly in the face of a lot of
things I've written about hockey in the past. I
know that I've said that hitting is an important
part of the game and, while I may have never
written this, watching players drop the gloves
is a national pastime in Canada.
The difference, however, is in the intent.
Bertuzzi was seeking revenge for a hit Moore
threw against another Canuck. McSorley was
sore he had lost a bout with Brashear.
Those are also different scenarios in that
those are players. While assault is never
allowed, being on the end of a bad hit is
something they do need to expect.
Officials, however, shouldn't have to worry
about that. In this instance in particular, for
example, it almost appears as if Wideman was
taking revenge for a missed call.
Be it soccer, hockey, baseball or anything in
between, the officials are supposed to be
sacrosanct. You do not assault them, you
don't invade their personal space and you pay
them an amount of respect due to someone
who puts themselves in such a controversial
position.
Wideman, if you happen to somehow read
this, take Red Green's advice, keep your stick
on the ice.
Shawn
Loughlin
Shawn's Sense
Shattered memories
I ast week I was closing my dishwasher
(feel free to stop right there — I'm not
Jsure many action -packed movies or
Pulitzer -Prize winning books have started with
this scenario, I get it) and I heard the dreaded
breaking of glass. I was pushing in the upper
shelf and I, somehow, broke one of my old
beer glasses.
At first I was annoyed with myself. I usually
know better than to try and put glasses in the
dishwasher and often ask Jess to wash them
(my hands are too big to clean those things).
When I saw which glass I broke, I suddenly,
and without warning, got very sad.
I had broken my Guinness pub glass. To
anyone who drank out of it over the years, it
was just a regular old Guinness pub glass. But
to me, it was a souvenir from the first act of
Huron County courtesy extended my way.
When I first moved to Huron County, not
only had I never lived on my own, but I had
never lived outside of the Greater Toronto
Area. This whole experience was alien to me.
I arrived in Goderich in October, right when
the Major League Baseball playoffs began. I
had a roommate and she didn't have cable or
internet, so, to fill my nights, I would go out to
a local pub on my own to watch the baseball
playoffs and have a beer — usually a Guinness,
very often my beer of choice.
After one game and a few beers, my
bartender returned with a freshly -washed
Guinness glass and told me to keep it. He
knew what it was like to start over in a new
town where you know no one, he said, so it
was his gift to me.
Nothing special. Just a pub -style Guinness
glass, but I thought it was such a nice thing for
him to do, especially since he didn't know me
from a hole in the ground.
I always cherished that glass. And then, to
compound its importance, that bartender died
a few years later. It made me sad to think that
one of the first county residents to go out of his
way to be nice to me no longer walked among
us. And now, that glass is garbage. Broken like
so many beer glasses before it.
I was lucky last year. Jess, in a very similar
situation to the one I just described, broke a
glass gifted to me by former Huron East
Mayor Joe Seili in 2010 when his mayoral run
ended. At Joe's last council meeting (although
he would decide to run again in the coming
election as a councillor), he gave every
councillor and staff member two beer glasses
commemorating his time as mayor. He even
spared four for the media — two for me and two
for a reporter from the Huron Expositor.
So, while I was upset when Jess accidentally
broke the glass, I had another to fall back on.
Not only that, but when I told Chief
Administrative Officer Brad Knight about the
tragedy, he dug up a replacement and it was
sitting there waiting for me at the next
meeting.
A glass like the one I got in Goderich that
October night in 2006 is irreplaceable. Not
only did it remind me of the kindness of a
stranger, but it really laid the foundation for
what would become my life here in Huron
County for the next 12 years (and counting)
and help shape me as a person.
When that bartender gave me that glass, he
was telling me that even though the
community was unfamiliar to me and I didn't
know many people, it was going to be alright.
Whether it be through my own kindness and
willingness to meet new people, or people
reaching out to me, things would be alright.
The glass may be gone, but I'll keep the
message it sent with me forever.