Two Writers, Two POVs

Leonard Asper wants to own the Winnipeg Blue Bombers. Leonard Asper wants to build a big new football stadium. Leonard Asper wants government to kick in 80m dollars.

There are two diametrically opposed schools of thought on this: one heavily weighing in against it; one thinking it would be a terrific addition to the City.

In our fair city we have a plethora (great word eh) of writers that think theirs is the definitive word. One even thinks his is the only view that matters and dismisses others with differing views. Actually, more than one. But that is another story for another day.

Read for your self. Then let's talk. What do you think?

Tom Brodbeck, Winnipeg Sun. Click here.

Randy Turner, Winnipeg Free Press. Click Here.

Is there a middle ground?

Self Worth, Self Determination, Self Help

Self worth. The first order of business is to give back a sense of self-worth. Pride naturally follows self-worth. And self-determination, responsibility and accountability follow pride.

As I read that it sounds more than a little pompous and condescending. I don't mean to be. But I'm not a professionally trained writer and maybe I struggle to put my thoughts down in a meaningful - not hurtful, way. Mine are simple ideas within an incredibly complex frame. Bear with me.

How do we begin? With hand-ups not hand-outs. There is a monstrous welfare state to tear down. We can't simply keep throwing piles of money around. That exacerbates the problem.

Employment. Education.

In one scenario a group of natives are bored silly. Every month come allowance time, we dole out a handful of cash, pat 'em on the head and say "there you go, you're good for the rest of the month."

In this scenario unemployment is almost 100%. There is nothing to do. Restless and bored, the answer is to par-tay. A few days later the money is gone, the hangover is raging, and now withdrawals are kicking in.

You see, nothing has changed. Except the money is gone. There is nothing left to buy groceries. Nothing left to clothe the children. Nothing left to fix the house.

Now in another scenario instead of simply handing out a pile of cash why not create jobs so people can earn an income? If houses and roads need repair create a company that fixes houses and roads. If children need day care then create a day care.

Instead of sitting around drinking and fighting, watching TV and procreating, now the formerly bored have a respectful job and earn an income, and stay busy. The homes they live in are clean and well kept. The children are well-cared for. Now more money is available to build more homes. Buy more equipment. Expand the businesses off reserves.

With the improved infrastructure kids stay in schools and receive an education. Graduate. On to university and community college becoming doctors and teachers and plumbers and electricians. When they return to their homes they bring with them skills to further develop the reserve.

Eventually, possibly, self-determination. Self-help.

Our Home and Native(s) Land

There has been a lot said lately about aboriginal self-determination, responsibility and accountability. In newspapers and television reports we are hearing about tragic child murders on Manitoba reserves. Amazing land claim rights. Residential school payouts. Urban reserves in and near Winnipeg. Missing university funds. Alcoholism and unemployment. So much angst...

If all that doesn't get your attention then how about reports that while aboriginals represent 10% of the overall population of Manitoba they represent 20% of Manitoba's youth under 15 and 80% of our jails and prisons.

Now have I got your attention? This blog is about to take a (temporary) detour. I invite all to come along. We won't solve anything here but perhaps we can stimulate some interesting dialog.

I don't have all the answers and I'm not prejudiced. But it might seem that way, and I might actually be wrong, and not for the first time! But I do mean well in my thoughts and ideas, musings and ramblings.

So what is the problem and can we help?

Many years ago most of Canada's aboriginals were banished to mostly remote tracts of land, ostensibly in exchange for something of value. Additionaly the government promised to take care of those aboriginals seemingly in perpetuity and keep throwing money their way with (apparently) mostly little long term thought.

Banished is probably too strong a word. In perpetuity might be overstating things just a little. However, let's assume that is pretty much the way it was.

What we accomplished (?), over many generations, was to create a society that could not or would not take care of itself. Okay, yes, I am generalizing and painting an entire civilization with the same brush. I merely wish to paint as vivid a picture of the current state in Canada, AS I SEE IT, as I can.

What we end up with is a class of people who wait for someone else to take care of them. Funnel in the money to feed, educate, house, nurse...

We took away a sense of responsibility and accountability and built a society that has a limited understanding of value leading to ever-greater problems.

Homes and other buildings deteriorate. Children are abandoned. Apathy begins. This is how the vicious cycle begins.

The environment becomes unpleasant. Infrastructure falls apart. People begin to medicate themselves with alcohol and other drugs, including some very toxic cocktails, in an attempt to forget. This is how the vicious cycle is perpetuated.

Now we have a very angry society. This is how the vicious cycle becomes inflamed.

The angriest begin demanding that every ill afflicting Canada's aboriginals be fixed, and now. Throw more money at things. Many make outrageous demands and take illegal actions.

This leads to angry retribution. Most hear only the constant demands and the rhetoric. With too little understanding of the issues, people resist. And fight back. With words. With action.

That sets the table.

We have an increasing segment of Canadian society that cannot or will not take care of themselves, while growing angrier and angrier. Some are doing well and will share with others the key's to their success. Most do nothing.

Therein lies Canada's challenge.

Is it morning again?

I have always been an early riser. Used to be a nicotine fix necessitated an early rise. However since I quit smoking many years ago and I continue to wake up at some godforsaken times, it must be the critters fault. Mostly, I awaken to Toba, the dog, and Dahg, a cat, vying for space on the bed. It is a large bed, but they must feel an undeniable need to squish up as close to my head and legs as possible.

When they demand more attention they create enough of a disturbance that the queen of the household, Pokey, a 9 pound calico, jumps up on the bed. Now there are two cats, a dog and one tired old man on the bed and no one is happy. Further compounding the matter, Dahg really does not like Pokey and vice versa. So when Pokey jumps up the growling begins.

Two cats meowing, chirping, growling. One dog whining. A tired oldish man. And, It's only FIVE am.

Get up. Where to begin. First thing is Toba goes out to do her business. It's cooler outside and frost last night leaves the grass quite damp. She piddles right away and I am pleased. Inside I wipe her feet and let her loose.

Next, to the computer. My morning ritual includes checking emails and reading one of the local newspapers on-line. Not as easy as you'd think. Toba has energy to burn before doggy daycare. And there are so many interesting things to do toys to play with. If it was only Toba perhaps I could get through it relatively easily.

Not so, as Dahg requires my undivided attention. Without fail Dahg arrives in a flash on the top of my desk, meow-purring for my undivided attention. She is an 18 pound cat that MUST be held. There is no avoiding this. She also drinks water by dipping her paw in her water dish and licking her paw. I get the added pleasure of her soggy paws and paw prints on the desktop. It's glass.

Gumby used to be at my feet. Amazingly, with Gumby gone Pokey has actually taken up this activity. This is my clue that it is time to feed the cats, clean the litter bin, drive Toba to doggy daycare and get myself off to work.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Who Says What's Right?

I've been reading, and contributing to, some interesting blog discussions lately. I'm amazed at the narrow-mindedness of some people.

In Lindor Reynolds Winnipeg Free Press blog "Talk of the Town" Reynolds wrote about the death of Gage Guimond in Another Dead Child. What gob smacked me were the many who blamed CFS but absolved the birth parents of responsibility. Even more perplexing was Reynolds dismissal of those whose position was contrary to hers.

In another Winnipeg Free Press blog, Mike on Crime, Mike McIntyre opined a piece on Winnipegger Kevin Hiebert and his struggles in a Greek prison. Mr. Hiebert has many friends and supporters who are intent on getting him out of Greece and home to a nice comfy Canadian prison. Their arguments include his was an innocent mistake and if he committed his crime in Canada he'd be out by now.

Most ignore the fact that this man's innocent mistake was to smuggle two KILOGRAMS of cocaine into Greece. For the imperially challenged that is 4.4092 pounds. 70.548 ounces. Any way you measure it, it is an incredible amount of drugs.

And to top it off the Greek government had the unmitigated gall to try the man in Greek. What has the world come to? Does this man not have Canadian rights? Oops, oh yeah. Pulled his little stunt in Greece don't cha know... C'est la vie.

Much like Reynolds above, Hieberts supporters dismiss contrary opinion out of hand. What strikes me is the level of righteous indignation they display towards those that don't agree with them.

We all have an opinion, some stronger than others. I've asked the same question twice now: who gets to decide who is right?

It is time we all took responsibility for our own actions.

-jwh