A Poor Substitute

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Food banks made their first appearances hereabouts circa 1980 with the idea that they would be a short term stop gap measure to deal with a sharp downturn in the economy resulting in a decline in employment and in many families having to rely on help while they looked for new work and adjusted to more straitened circumstances. This support was supposed to just fade to a memory as the economy picked up, as people found the next wave of well-paid work and life returned to normal.
We are now thirty years into this process, and food banks have more patrons than ever, and not likely because people want to be leaning on the institutions to feed themselves: the jobs never came back in their previous relative numbers, and few of them as well-paid, while the price of food, energy, housing and clothing has continued to rise at a pace that outstrips what were already pretty meagre social supports.
I also remember pretty clearly the end of the Terry Fox run and the subsequent agony of keeping a public vigil as Terry wound down to the inevitable death in the summer of 1981, just as I remember being astounded at the outpouring of sympathy that accompanied millions of dollars in donations to support Terry’s cause of research into a cure for cancer. I have been party to Fox runs for three decades and have watched the total funds raised in his name balloon toward the half-billion dollar mark. Despite his efforts and those of so many since, cancer seems more prevalent than ever with each passing year, where it is easy for organizer of events benefitting the cancer research establishment to speculate that it’s a rare person who hasn’t been touched by the disease, either personally, or through close friends and family members who have had to deal with the disease.
When the National Film Board of Canada released the film Pink Ribbons, Inc. in the fall of 2011, it helped to crystallize a series of observations that had come unbidden about charity and the role it plays in our society.  As I move into advanced years, I have developed the perspective that allows me to look back and assess the effectiveness of the generosity of some and the efforts expended on behalf of all of us in a wide variety of domains. Do we find it frustrating that huge sums of money can disappear into the maw of the charitable machine in all its incarnations and be assured that we still have abject poverty all over the world, including in some of the most prosperous nations, that cancer hasn’t been beaten, that AIDS is still a threat, that clean drinking water and decent housing cannot be counted as a bottom-line facet of life, sometimes even in wealthy jurisdictions.
There is a chilling little sequence in Pink Ribbons, Inc., a short shot of Ronald Reagan in the early years of his presidency, outlining the expanded role of private industry and the charitable sector in the business of providing for the less fortunate in society, essentially affirming without stating so that the American Federal government was on the cusp of abdicating much of the responsibility for the health and welfare of a good part of its population to the tender mercies of those who might have either the business acumen to wring a profit out of the endeavour or the generosity of those well enough endowed to give back at their discretion. This declaration essentially meant that people couldn’t choose to act in concert through the government to ameliorate health or social conditions, that citizens would have to work through for-profit organizations, meaning that shareholders and executives got paid before clients received benefits, or through charitable organizations who would have to cast around for funding through appeals to the generous or through grant applications. In this, we see the rise of the grant writer and the charitable executive as well as the advent of a new type of organization that raises funds for any organization in return for a piece of the action. This situation implies that concerned citizens are blocked from seeing a health or social emergency and acting together to resolve the crisis, hopefully with minimum fuss and interference from bureaucracy and the delays caused by wrangling necessary funding and other resources.
Charity has also typically dealt with symptoms rather than with root causes, something made abundantly clear in the Pink Ribbons, Inc. film which makes mention of the millions dedicated to the structures searching for a cure, and highlights the lack of funding to study the causes and the suspected links to the 80 000 to 100 000 unregulated chemicals that permeate our living space, our food, our cosmetics, our building materials and the air we breathe. As well, when we participate in charitable events, or even just write a cheque, we generate that warm and fuzzy feeling that we are, at heart, good people who are concerned about the welfare of our fellow human beings. This allows us to block out the general mess in which we are all forced participants, to address crises in a piecemeal fashion and to suppress the sense of outrage that we ought perhaps to feel over letting a significant portion of humanity suffer hunger, cold, poor housing, lack of education and a sense of being able to participate fully in the affairs of society. When we peel away the rescue aspect of charity, we’re left with a power imbalance that is degrading and alienating to the recipient and falsely exculpatory to the donor. We are made to feel good as we roll out the best of our intentions, but fail to engage in the kind of long-term thinking that might produce real progress toward eliminating the circumstances that produce poverty, hunger, inequity, disease and a toxic, degraded environment.
Charity should be abolished; and be replaced by justice.
— Norman Bethune

 

Worth a look, though the complete film will provide a more in-depth look and answer some of the questions raised in the trailer:

Pink Ribbons, Inc. Trailer

A succinct visual representation of the charity versus justice dichotomy:

First As Tragedy, Then As Farce (Animation)

(There is a ton of other good stuff on the RSA site! I also really like Annie Leonard’s work, definitely worth a gander for those who haven’t dug in already.)

Hey! I just found this (silly me) bit that is very much on point:

http://www.storyofstuff.org/movies-all/story-of-cosmetics/

 

 

 

Doyle Cut Off

 

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Yet another roadblock in the BC Rail affair: Justice Bauman of the BC Supreme Court has ruled that the Auditor General does not have a right to view all the documents relating to the $6 M settlement of Basi and Virk’s legal fees because it would breach solicitor/client provisions. These clowns have taken a plea, done light duty and escaped with their assets pretty much intact, it seems, while the citizens of BC look to have been bamboozled and robbed by the people who were supposed to look out for their interests. Everything about the whole process, the resulting raids and the ensuing judicial dance carries a whiff of barnyard mixed with brimstone, and at some point, having excused the accused from further prosecution, it seems like time to shine an array of lights under this rock. If there is nothing slimy there, we can put the rock back in place and leave it there, but there can be no accountability (a word so dear to Campbell and company) and no trust in the government or the political process as long as affairs are conducted behind multiple screens of secrecy by people who seem on the face of things to be as untrustworthy as a group could be. It will be interesting to see if a change of government in May produces a couple of results:

1) a complete reversal of the narrative of openness and transparency. Don’t say it, do it.

2) a complete reckoning with all and sundry involved in the privatization of common resources needed to keep the citizens of BC engaged in reasonable participation in their economy. Note that Liberals can’t even whimper about anything that any other government does, given their record of stonewalling.

Failure to follow up on these items will ensure that people will dissociate themselves from being part of the governance of their province, a short-term boon to those looking to profit from indifference and corruption, but a powder keg of discontent in the longer term.

Moody’s To The Rescue

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The headlines read that Moody’s, one of the three major ratings agencies along with Standard &  Poors and Fitch’s, have downgraded the ratings of six Canadian financial institutions, the Bank of Montreal, National Bank, Bank of Nova Scotia, CIBC, TD Bank, and Caisse Desjardins. The action is due to the concerns that the agency has about exposure to household and consumer debt and the possibility that Canadians might nor be able to repay all of the money that they’ve borrowed for mortgages or the vast sums that consumers have posted on their credit cards and through home equity loans. This is particularly interesting in the wake of finishing Michael Lewis’ tome The Big Short, in the latter stages of which the role of ratings agencies in the the meltdown of the last five or six years becomes very clear. In effect, all the big Wall Street investment houses were able to convince the ratings agencies that many of the CDS and CDO instruments that they were floating around were worthy of a triple-A rating, even though they were essentially bundles of sliced and diced sub prime loans made to people known not to qualify for traditional financing. Without spoiling the story, it seems clear enough, if you believe Lewis, that the ratings agencies failed to research the instruments, or, because of the fees they collected, were willing to overlook the essentially inherent risk built into the underlying loans that was bound to affect the worthiness of the derivatives. I just fins it mildly ironic that anyone still believes any of what these people say.

However, this does not mean that we should have limitless faith in the above institutions, or any other such group, as likely, Moody’s is covering it’s posterior and the risk factors may be far greater than the ratings agency is willing to admit. Mark Carney, governor of the Bank of Canada, has touched none too delicately on this point on several occasions over the last couple of years, which is rather a no-brainer as real estate prices have continued to climb until recently while incomes have remained fairly static, and while the push has continued for the consumer to carry the weight for growth in the economy, particularly during the months leading up to the annual Christmas spending binge. Canadians are supposed to continue consuming, to buy increasingly pricey housing, and to contribute to RRSP, TFSA, and RESP accounts in a zero-sum income situation. Something doesn’t compute, but, then, most of what comes out of our current political régimes makes little sense.

Of course, as in the sub prime maelstrom, the current round of consumer and student debt might produce a round of defaults which, in turn might jeopardize the liquidity of the banking institutions to the point where we could have massive bankruptcy. But the banks seem not to worry: the Bank of Canada will step in, the taxpayers will pick up the tab and we can go back to rebuilding a bubble. Notice that no one, in the wake of the investment fraud that brought on the crisis of 2007-08 (and ongoing), went to prison, that the TARP funds and subsequent tranches of quantitive easing have largely served to prop up the same institutions that caused the mess in the first place, meaning that Goldman Sachs, Bank of America and Morgan Stanley have largely managed to substitute the real money derived from what people produce for the thin-air funds they created out of sub-prime loans. You have to marvel at the ingeniousness of the scheme and at the dullard taxpayers who put up with this sort of result. Letting the banks fail may not be an option when the real economy is still tied up in the ability of the banking world to extend credit and where governments and pension funds are dependent on the financial community to fulfill their obligations, but surely there needs to be some personal and corporate liability for the incompetence and malfeasance that produces such disastrous outcomes, and where the public who pay to bail out the bankers get control over the assets that should have been forfeit once to extent of the bungling and fraud was clear.

More Reflections on Film/Television Crews in B.C.

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We just finished watching Season Two of Treme, the HBO drama highlighting the struggles of New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, and, like David Simon’s previous series Homicide, Life on the Street, and The Wire, there are multiple and interlocking story lines to follow, as well as many questions posed in the course of the eleven episodes. We both felt, after watching the first season’s DVD, that this was less intense and focused than The Wire, and we still fell that way after the second season, but also that the diminished intensity and focus doesn’t really detract from the interest and entertainment value of this series, and that intensity and focus are sufficient to highlight the conflicts and questions of values raised by the show. As in previous works. Simon depicts the breadth and depth of corruption that accompanies the personal struggles of the various characters. Jon Seda’s portrayal of Nelson Hidalgo is a perfect fit for all of the shenanigans put in play to significantly alter the essential character of New Orleans following the flooding of poor neighbourhoods and the subsequent dispersal of a large segment of the city’s black population to other parts of the country. It seems clear that a certain group wanted to turn the city into something of a sanitized white-bread, Disneyworld-like haven for tourists and a gold mine of redevelopment schemes for sponging up recovery and rebuilding funds, as well as for selling a different city to a different clientèle. There are great scenes in clubs and on the street celebrating Orleanian culture, in particular the music, but without any rose-coloured glasses: there is ample portrayal of the tawdriness of much of life in the city, including the ever-present threat of violence visited on relatively innocent citizens. Included as part of the tension of living in NOLA is the oft-conflicted relationship between the NOPD and the citizens it purports to serve, making an interesting backdrop for several of the story lines. In addition, we’re offered spoiled and conflicted teen angst, hyper-testoterone fired lives, all the flakiness that comes with creative types, well-intentioned poseurism and lots of the confusion and lack of clarity that constitutes much of life for all of us. Simon doesn’t pretend to have any answers to any of this, being quite content to hold up mirrors to let viewers see what they will and decide whether or not any of these situations relate directly to the viewer. He does, however, offer a view of a world full of flaws venial and mortal and helps to formulated a series of questions that we can choose to address at or discretion. It could just be entertainment…

OK, the real reason I bring this up is that my concern for our local BC film and television industry is that they are pawns in a Hollywood game, a game where the Hollywood production people get to pretend and in which the crews on the ground get to be part of the stakes, along with considerable taxpayer funds. Hollywood has done a splendid job of finding the lowest common denominator, exploiting it to the point where they’ve lowered an already low standard, and they want us to forego even more tax revenue so they can continue to shovel out more of this drivel, the same tawdry content recostumed, updated, prettified and sleazified for injection into the already toxic content stream. David Simon’s work isn’t perfect, but it has some sensitivity and incites the viewer to reflect on more than the inadequacy of fortune or looks in relation to the latest crop of celebrities. Is there room for a huge increase in the volume of meaningful content? Probably not to the extent that trash is being created in whatever version of Hollywood exists either in SoCal, or Vancouver, or Toronto or whatever might be the latest incarnation of cheap remote location that turns Gastown or Hogtown into downtown Cleveland. I would love to see the Hollywood moguls go off in a little corner and visit their silliness on each other, but I fear that we live in a world that cannot physically stand that kind of a waste of resources. I certainly resent being forced to participate through government subsidy in the creation of this LCD slime. I’m willing to pay for decent content, and that’s how a market is supposed to work, but here we have yet another example of how the “free” market is rigged through the sale of the political will. At some point, there should perhaps be some sort of dialogue about the skills we possess and how best to deploy those skills in a way that ensures that people such as the film and television crews of BC (and all jurisdictions) can make a decent and stable living doing work that produces content with some lasting value beyond the kind of “sugar high” to which we could liken the majority of what comes out of studios.

 

 

Finance For Fun!

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I just couldn’t wait to finish the book I’m reading to write about it: The Big Short, by Michael Lewis details a perspective on what brought us to the financial crisis that started in 2007 and which continues to plague us to this day. Lewis knows of what he writes, both through personal experience and through thorough research; what he has to say is devastating, detailing the reckless and risky behaviour of the big players on Wall Street and the total lack of oversight by any form of government. The book details the deviousness of the ploys used by players to create masses of credit default swaps, sub-prime mortgage bonds and CDOs to first hide, then slough off DOA investments on investors, institutions, and, eventually, on the general citizenry. The breadth and depth of the scheme is frightening, and the fact that none of these people has ever had to justify any of it in a court of law speaks to the penetration of corruption in high places. For all that the subject matter is depressing, at times esoteric, and rage-provoking doesn’t keep it from being terribly interesting, engaging, and even humorous at times:

“The argument stopper was Lippmann’s one-man quantitative support team. His name was Eugene Xu, but to those who’d heard Lippman’s pitch, he was generally spoklen of as ‘Lippman’s Chinese quant’. Xu was an analyst employed by Deutshce Bank, but Lipmann gave everyone the idea he kept him tied up to his Bloomberg terminal like a pet. A real Chinese guy–not even a Chinese-American–who apparently spoke no English, just numbers. China had this national math competition, Lippmann told people, in which Eugene had finished second. In all of China. Eugene Xu was responsible for every peice of hard data in Lippmann’s presentation. Once Eugene was introduced into the equation, no one bothered Lippmann about his math or his data. As Lippmann put it:’How can a guy who can’t speak English lie?’ ”

 

Lewis sis also responsible for Liar’s Poker, Moneyball, and The Blind Side, all fine books and worthy of a read.

Keep on Truckin’

 

 

WebDTRan across this interview on YouTube the other day:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwaau9mMQ-M

 

It parallels to some extent some things Derek said in discussions contained on his Songlines DVD about reaching out across musical barriers and about honest music. He comes across in the interview like a very sincere, straightforward and hardworking man who is dedicated to his craft and his family. The music is not in the most popular of genres, and several of my closest associates really don’t like the brashness of some of his playing, but I like it when influences from Duane Allman to John Coltrane to Ali Akbar Khan, to King Curtis can somehow come together in a fairly harmonious whole. I go through these musings every time I hear about another musical awards show, or hear that this celebrity or than sang at an inauguration or some other significant occasion, reflecting on how much our taste is influenced, not only  by glitz and popularity, but also by the selling of the music and the self-promotion of the business of music. It’s reassuring that there are people who have achieved a measure of success while maintaining some personal and musical integrity and managing to eschew to fanaticism of the purist.

Cakewalk To Bamako

Over at the Globe and Mail, we have this clever fellow Jeffrey Simpson who’s keen to tell us that those French should be careful about undertaking foreign adventures from which they may have more trouble extricating themselves than they had in inserting themselves. Perhaps the readership is as short on memory as the French leadership, which all seems a little nonsensical given that the French only recently pulled the last of their troops out of Afghanistan after ten years of what can best be described as futility. We still have people there, though not in combat positions (is there anywhere in Afghanistan that isn’t a combat zone?) and who knows where all the Americans are these days. Given their jag of base building since March of 2003, I find it hard to believe that there aren’t still significant numbers of American military personnel in Iraq, which brings us to the instant parallel that came to mind when I read the headline on Simpson’s discourse:

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/commentary/entering-mali-is-easy-exiting-not-so-much/article7536744/

This was around the internet just about the time W sent the boys off to finish Saddam Hussein, a sly little ditty from the man who recorded the Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag as the Vietnam War raged, and so had a bit of a perspective on this here-we-go-again routine in 2003.

Cakewalk to Baghdad
Lyrics and music by Bruce Barthol © 2003I remember back, before we whacked Iraq
I was watching the news, were we gonna attack?
A man named Richard Perle came on and talked
He said going to Baghdad would be a cakewalkCakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to BaghdadIt went real easy,
Took a couple of weeks
Tore down that statue
Set those Saddamites free
The Frogs and the Krauts, they feel real bad,
They missed out cakewalkin’ into Baghdad

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Next we’re gonna cakewalk into Teheran,
Gonna cakewalk to Damascus and Pyong-yin-yang
When we strut on in,
Everybody’s gonna cheer
They’ll be wavin’ old glory,
We’ll have kegs of beer, just like that…

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Now moms and dads don’t worry ’bout
Your soldier boys and girls
We’re just sending them cakewalkin’
Around the world
When the coffins come home and the flag unfurls
Cheer for Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz and Perle

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Do you think we’ll see those Bush boys patrollin’ the streets
Like our soldiers got to do in Basram and Tikrit?
We gonna see Richard Perle cakewakin’ ’round
The streets and alleys of Baghdad town?

Cakewalk to Baghdad,
Cakewalk to Baghdad

Easy to cakewalk in … not so easy to cakewalk out.

 

http://www.countryjoe.com/cjb.htm#cakewalk

If you go to this page and click on Richard Perle’s face, you can listen to the song (I love it) via Real Player, and there is a version of it available through iTunes.

 

In any case, the French have Vietnam experiences of their own on which to base a certain sense of caution, along with the nastiness of the war in Algeria leading up to the Evian Accords of 1962, along with a bit of a misadventure in Rwanda in 1994 and the recently ended Afghan sortie.

Looking at the multiple recidivism of so many countries when it comes to intervention in foreign countries, we perhaps come to the conclusion that this is part of the scheme to drive the economy based on blowing things up, hopefully someone else’s stuff and in someone else’s yard, but as long as we can call them terrorists, we’re good to go. Meanwhile there are rumblings in the French press that the bigwigs in Bamako, on whose behalf our C-17 is ferrying French stuff to Mali to be blown up, are more concerned about the independence movement among the Tuaregs of the northeast than they are about Al-Quaeda au Maghreb Islamique in the northwest (who knows?) and perhaps the French have their own little agenda relating to gas, oil and uranium resources in the northern desert section of Mali.

Simpson, Reality and Idle No More

Jeffrey Simpson seemed to be a reasonable guy at one time, but he seems to think that no one should have a dream, a set of goals not entirely rooted in the world of the way things are done these days. Perhaps Mr. Simpson has been cloistered too long in the comfortable confines of Toronto Journalism and has become an insider looking out on a reality too foreign for him to encompass.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/commentary/too-many-first-nations-people-live-in-a-dream-palace/article6929035/

 

Most of us try to run our affairs within the parameters laid out for us, but we also hold some vision of a reality that might be better, perhaps for us alone, perhaps for a broader swathe of humanity. This might be at the root of Idle No More, where a people beset with the worst woes of contemporary society says that they’ve had enough of being kept down and pushed around. It’s something akin to what the Trilateral Commission decided in the late ’60s when they perceived that there was too much democracy developing in the Western World and they were going to take a firm long-term stand to see that society went as far back to the Middle Ages as they could send it. First Nations have no monopoly on a sense that they’re not getting a fair shake, they just happen to be the latest group to make some noise. Should First nations be conforming to the economic models in vogue right now? A look at the specific piece of legislation in their sights shows that their fight is a fight for anyone who wants to see Canada do its part to protect what remains of our living environment and perhaps, why not?, improve it. The current government in Ottawa is serving the fossil fuel industry’s quest for profits at the expense of the rights and consultations that, by decision of the Supreme Court of Canada, rightly belong to Canada’s First Nations.

Is FN quarrel not the quarrel of all those disrespected, disaffected, disenfranchised and dispossessed by the rapacity of the global corporate dominance?

Go, Go, Go, Little Queenie (Pope Benedict, Stephen Harper, et al)

Queen Elizabeth has spoken in her traditional Christmas message, all surrounded with video clips, musical interludes and a glimpse or two into one or another of her royal residences in which choirs and chamber orchestras entertain her/us at her behest. She trumpets her sixty years on the throne and the efforts of the brigades of volunteers who allowed the staging of celebrations for her diamond jubilee, as well as the hosting of the summer olympic games and then launches into a homily about the arrival of Christ in the manger and how we should have a thought for those who suffer at this time of year from the loss of loved ones or who heed the call of duty to provide service to queen and country and are thus unable to spend the holidays with their loved ones. Pope Benedict takes a minute to comment on the plight of those in Syria and other conflict spots and much the same drivel popes have spouted for centuries about the need for piety and charity. Stephen Harper tells us he’s working for jobs and prosperity for all of us, though his twisted definition of prosperity for most of us may not coincide with what we might have had in mind. Does anyone else find it ironic and somewhat galling to have people who wield relatively vast power and wealth lecture the rest of us on the need to give? It seems clear that charity is the key to more charity: charity has become an industry, and an industry that supports hierarchies of people who shouldn’t be at the top of the list as beneficiaries. It seems, for instance, that Galen Weston has managed to direct a significant portion of donations to President’s Choice charities into management and further fund-raising, rather than to those in need. Likewise, Corus Radio, patrons of the Children’s Charity Fund, benefited from the charity to the tune of nearly a million dollars, and this in an economic climate where the numbers of children living in poverty is increasing (this information was from documents posted at Norm Farrell’s Northern Insights blog). While the pontifications on charity and goodwill ring out, these same folks are either directly responsible for, or complicit in, the ongoing pillaging of the African continent, a considerable portion of the chafing in the Middle East, heightened tensions in Asia and a plethora of nasty undertakings in Latin America.

Perhaps the following is not directly connected to the Christmas blather, but it certainly is another piece of the same puzzle picture: we’ve been bombarded recently with a series of ads sponsored by the Catholic Church in which lapsed Catholics are exhorted to “come home”. They probably hope to snare the odd other otherwise committed religionist with tales about how they are the largest charitable organization in the world, that they have educated more children than any other organization in the world … exactly the sort of half-truths that pervade the world of commercial promotion, coyly eliminating mention of the abuses suffered in parochial schools, both residential and otherwise, the phenomena of meddling in politics at all levels, the Inquisition and, perhaps more than anything else, the idea that these clowns have been around for two millennia and have still failed to resolve any substantive questions of poverty, war, disease, inequity and the unsustainability of our current economic paradigm. It’s difficult for people who exercise a bit of reason to take the lead from an organization that has, for centuries, impeded social progress, rejected equality for more than half of the world’s population, stifled initiatives to better the condition of much of humanity and actively supported régimes around the world and through history that have stood for none of the basic tenets of Christianity. We can say similar things about religious and political hierarchies all around the world, but these ads speak of a brazen and wanton disregard for history and current affairs in a most shocking way.

In contrast, there are groups like Strike Debt that are trying to do real good, albeit using what might be termed market solutions:

http://crooksandliars.com/susie-madrak/seasons-greetings-strike-debt-youre-n

While this can be only a stopgap at best, it’s proof that there are people working creatively to build a more constructive approach to social and economic interaction. The end we should seek is not the forgiveness of distressed debt, but the redress of the circumstances that generated the debt in the first place. As long as we substitute charity for opportunity and bow down before the rich and powerful, there will be little in the way of a better world in this life, even if the Pope tells us that we will be better off in the next life. Personally, I’m unwilling to take that on faith, or to wait idly for the promised paradise. How we get to that society of opportunity and mutual support is a very large discussion, one that is happening in various places, and which is well understood by a minority, but it will take a considerable effort to overcome the inertia of current institutions and some courage, particularly on the part of the segments of the population that continue to live in relative comfort.

 

Idle Too Long

I watched a speech given by François Hollande in Algeirs yesterday in which he made it clear that he wouldn’t apologize for the colonial occupation of Algeria by France, but that the truth of the occupation needed to be spoken, made plain for all to see, that truth being that the colonial period was a period of brutality, exploitation, massacres and torture. His lack of willingness to apologize was linked to his being of a generation that was too young to have participated in the suppression of colonial peoples. We don’t have that luxury here in that “our” people have continued to pursue a policy of social, economic and cultural suppression right up to the present day, and the culmination of that policy is the passage of yet another omnibus budget bill by the Harper government in which they enforce a false accountability on First Nations to which they, especially do not adhere. The bill also contains further provisions to sidetrack and criminalize anything that inhibits the Wild West expansion of Canada’s energy infrastructure and mining undertakings, the benefit of which will be bled off to the U.S. and China with crumbs to the investment class here in Canada, and the downstream consequences of which will be shouldered by Canadians, and, disproportionately, by Canada’s First Nations as the whole idea of treaty rights goes out the window and land that should be set aside for First Nations gets dug up for bitumen, waters are drained out of systems on which First Nations depend and befouled in a way that threatens the health of wildlife and of the people who depend on those systems for their lives and livelihoods. This bill, it bears mentioning, will also move us closer to weather disasters occasioned by damage to the climate from the indiscriminate burning of fossil fuels, to continued extinction of species, and to economic and social disruptions to which no one will be immune, not even those deniers who will think themselves well-insulated in their armed and gated communities. First Nations have been positioned as the last best line of defines against the ravages of colonial industrial devastation, and bill C-45 is a stealth bomb intended to remove that line of defence. I guess I can’t apologize for anyone else, but I can express my regret that I’ve been part of a system that denies a reasonable life to many citizens, but none more consciously and consistently as the First Nations.