Attawapiskat

April 17: I have tried to stay away from commentary on politics or news events. Instead, other than a couple of personal observations about Rob Ford, I’ve tried to provide some diversion or “entertainment” and left the pondering of weighty matters to you. But with the revelations of the crisis in Attawapiskat earlier this week, I feel obliged to say a few things.

I’m aware that there is a long and chequered history of relationships between our peoples and there is some “blame” for the current situation on both sides. That said, our treatment of the First Nations is a travesty. We have tolerated Aboriginal communities with no running water, no sanitary services, no schools, poor housing, lack of access to health care and social services for many decades. It’s complete hypocrisy that we continue to abide third-world conditions in First Nations communities while criticising other countries for their human rights failures.

We stumble from crisis to crisis, apparently lacking a national strategy for making meaningful improvements to the lives of our first citizens. Prime Minister Trudeau has promised a more thorough and considered approach to the situation, and I hope he will deliver, yet I’m cynical enough to feel that we will again be caught in the morass of history and politics and that nothing much will be accomplished. Why does it have to be this way?

Through our elected government we (the taxpayers) are about to spend significant amounts of our money on infrastructure and other measures in an effort to get the economy moving, and I suspect that a majority of Canadians would support spending a large portion of that money to rectify the long-standing issues in aboriginal communities.

If we’re going to be spending billions on infrastructure, why not build sanitary sewers and water systems, roads and air/rail connections to native communities as a priority? Why not train First Nations to build them and housing and schools? They would learn portable skills, and become employed and employable. Why are we not using First Nations communities to model non-carbon energy generation? Surely there’s an opportunity to wean these communities off diesel-generated power in favour of small-scale hydro, geothermal, wind and solar power installations. It might be a showcase for Canadian technology and a good example of what we should all be trying to accomplish.

Why are we not looking for creative ways to support these communities with health care and social services professionals when they are obviously so critically needed? At the moment, many communities lack basic shelter for health care workers, and the pay is not great, so there’s no incentive to go north. The opportunity of meaningful service needs to be cast in a way that overcomes the potential isolation and makes it more appealing than other alternatives in the south. What about refocusing Katimavik or creating similar opportunities for young Canadians to go north and be of service for a year between high school and university? It would benefit them, the communities they attend, and build bridges for the next generation of leaders.

We also need to find a way to deal comprehensively with the fallout from the residential schools fiasco, including teaching it as part of Canadian history classes and providing appropriate and meaningful social services and addictions supports.

Easy to say. Hard to do. Much of what I say is naïve and devoid of any real understanding of the situation, but  I don’t feel that I am alone in wanting to see meaningful progress to address the horrendous state of affairs we see in First Nations communities. I can only hope that the crisis in Attawapiskat marks a new beginning, rather than another failed opportunity.

The Grass is Riz

April 13:  I arrived home from the Dominican Republic at 3:30 AM Saturday, only to discover that the temperature was -3C and there was  still snow in the driveway. Admittedly, shorts were a bad fashion choice, but really – it’s supposed to be spring. Obviously, one hackneyed photograph of a robin doth not a Spring make, but here are some things that do…

Dirt: About a week ago, a flat-bed truck arrived 2016-04-14 08.49.52at the Valu-Mart and proceeded to unload the year’s supply of dirt. Not just any dirt. Some of this stuff is top-of-the-line President’s Choice dirt.  I would have thought that a neighbourhood developed almost a hundred years ago would be pretty well supplied with dirt, but apparently it’s not. It will all be gone from the store in a month or so.

amen-cornerAmen Corner: Dad being a golfer meant that I was exposed to the Master’s Golf Tournament very early in life. At first, it didn’t mean much, especially on a black and white TV. But later I came to see it as a full-colour harbinger of Spring.  It’s held in Augusta, Georgia, so the plants and gardens are a few weeks “ahead of schedule” compared to Ontario. The place is gorgeous. I think it’s the prettiest course on the Tour, although Pebble Beach looks pretty good too. The Masters is the first golf “major” of the year and it always reminds me of Dad and gets me thinking about dragging out the clubs and getting ready for the golf season. That said, I played once last year.

Colour: I don’t think that Toronto is a particularly “colourful” city. Our restrainedIMG_2100 Anglo Saxon heritage defined us as solid and dignified as opposed to flamboyant and outgoing. Winter makes the situation even worse; everything fades to a flat grey or brown. With Spring comes a resurgence of natural colour that changes everything. And then there’s the annual ritual of buying trays of pansies and geraniums….

IMG_2124Rabbits: We are blessed here at Garden Court to have a family of rabbits in the main courtyard. Although they are usually quite timid, I looked out a few weeks back to see one chowing down on the new growth on the hedge. Yesterday I saw a pair cavorting on the front lawn. They were obviously not interested in feeding.

So in spite of the cooler weather, Spring can’t be that far off. With that in mind, I’m off to get my motorcycle out of storage. And buy some dirt.