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Array by Bryan Zandberg
FEATURES STAFF
Looking east from staging that
evening we saw the park land on the
far side of Okanagan Lake sprinkled
: isolated fire
iisk like myriad!
flames speed unchecked across the
park. But one by one, these stories,
along with the crew's usual time-
killing theatrics, faded into an introspective silence. We stared in wonder
at the plume of smoke coiling
high into the atmosphere  above
fas
gouretl
the ce
I w days—a fire now perched oil the
Ige of the city of Kelowna itself.
It had already been a grind of a
summer, on record as one of the
worst in BC's histoiy as. a result ofthe
hundreds of wildfires that plagued
the province. Our crew, 23 wildland
firefighters known alternately as the
Rupert or the Telkwa Rangers, had
put in a solid month on the road
together, criss-crossing the Kamloops
Fire Centre with work in Cherryville,
Vernon, Blue River, Sicamous and
Barriere. We'd also put in 16 days in
a similarly drought-stricken northern
Ontario.
But that evening found us
reassembled at a staging area just
outside of Kelowna, about to go into
our first graveyard shift. None of us
had ever fought fire at night before,
so we speculated what it would be
like while we waited for the higher-
ups to hand us a game pjan. Those of
us who had spent days off in Kelowna
related what it was like watching the
:ght,th
in thejfSfk were
re life a you
Kelow
oust
beg
constj_
"told toi^^^«%rt Firi
in Mission KelSna.
Lakeshore Drive Sere were hun-
dredifeand hm^feds of cars and
trucks ae_Wg^_vm the fire, all of
them loaded down with furniture,
photo albums and family heirlooms.
Under the street lights, the drivers'
faces looked resolute, impassive. It
was unforgettable because it looked
just like a war zone: police-enforced
roadblocks, lights flashing blue and
red, wailing sirens and hundreds of
agitated people milling about And on -
the hill just above us a boiling red
glow sending intermittent tongues of
fire twisting into the night sky—giant
pillars of flame that easily dwarfed
the silhouettes of coniferous stands
up on the treeline. In all the commotion you could hear the low thud of
explosions coming down from the
fire. Somebody said it was the sound
of propane tanks exploding.
For many of us, it was an interminably long time we spent waiting
at deHart, especially when we were
so close to the action. We took pic
tures in the dark,; duct-
lamps to our hard-hats
to the scattered reports
both our CB radios an<
local radio broadcast
tance of fire officials
might have.made sej
lafety—we are versed
attacking forest fin
"fires, which are much
ous—it seemed absurt
standing by when pei
ere burning to the gr<
e onlookers, too, we:
see us and some
Department units si
Lakeshore Drive. One
ing out the window of
ing truck, gave us a moi
head
tened
in on
.e Kelowna
the reluc-
send us in
terms of
,e methi
not ho
to
ho:
,d. A few*'
appalled
owna Fire
down on
man, lean-
ilowly pass-
round of
disaster was somehow our fau
was weird, and a Uttle unsettiinl
forgotten when our crew leader 2>dd
Nessman came out of deHart stj
with'ipb news that at last we Slere
going to work.
Getting into our trucks, we i
up Lakes
neighjjj
>adyj
;uad|j dividing i
d'wir
quip^M, as usual.
if blazes wi||||ia»^ospthe
province had eaten* up resources to
the point where our work was severely limited by a lack of pumps, hose
arid water fittings. It got so bad that
jealously guarding our equipment
applause, as if to insinuate that the     actually became som»tt"'na nf q oamq
during the summer: we became
overtly protective of our tools so as to
avoid the maddening frustration of
being unable to do our job.
Everyone slid a couple of lengths
of inch and a half firehose onto the
handles of their shovels and pulasMs
in different directicrf
ad^merdorable Qgjp-t
quad, llj'gyo., headS a,
the 'n8jj[ wha§| the
landful of^uaJfstood
ae night, rafflOngulfed
aere were sJpral.KFD
trucks and crews thereJpid we did
our best to support Imb despite the
fact that our water finings didn't jive
with theirs. But with a bit of monkeying we got water, and scrambled up
an embankment to the base of a
crumbling house, where we began
actioning the fire.
The rest of the night passed as
quickly as a dream, with all of us
engaged at different points along the
fire's edge. In the morning there
were amazing stories, everybody having something to tell, whether it was
working in a burning ravine or dous-
ing flames frorii off of a sun deck,
flames which were literally licking at
the side of that very house.
They were stories we fold in a
state of exhaustion, and the one hour
drive home—back to the rodeo
grounds we were camping at in
Summerlahd—proved to be just as
" dangerous as a night spent fighting
See "In retrospects"on page 4-5.
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NEWS:
Were going streak'nl
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Students protest corporatisation at UBC.
CULTURES
Watch yogr drinks!
"Dissolve' reveals date-rape. Page 2.
SPORTS:
Living the cross-counry dream
The team ends a successful season and
heads to the Nationals. Page 7.
EDITORIAL:
First Nations self-governance
Bill does not recognise needs. Page 6.
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2003
  • • VOLUME 85
Where Have My
Huckleberries Gone?
by Nicola Campbell
I am an urban hunter-gatherer and I am shopping at
Capers, an organic grocery store in Vancouver's West
End. I silently step froii ceramic tile to ceramic tile looking for the organic muesli with the most dried berries. I settle
for blueberry-almond. From the cereal aisle I venture onward,
searching for fresh, new greens. In a moment of contemplation, I remember one of the most important teachings I ever
received from my elders, that of balancing the traditional First
Nations lifestyle in which I was raised with the convenient
lifestyle of the dominant society.
I grew up in a small town in the southern interior of British
Columbia. I am proud to say that I am of Nlakapamx and Nsilx
ancestry. During the winter, I went to a' public elementary
school, unlike my mother's and grandparents' generations
who attended Indian Residential School. During the summer
months, my entire family would pack up tents and coolers,
and travel throughout our traditional territory to gather traditional food. In the spring we gathered wild celery, wild
rhubarb, wild potatoes, bitter root and tree sap. When the wild
rose bushes bloomed, we knew the sockeye would soon be filling the rivers and my family would travel to the Fraser River
to fish with traditional dip nets. Later in the summer, we gathered saskatoon berries, chokecherries, soapberries, then travelled to the highest mountains to gather black huckleberries.
My cousins and I would pile blankets into the box of the truck
and lie there for the duration ofthe trip, telling stories and giggling until we fell asleep.
_, Amidst trees, bushes and grasses that grew higher than our
heads, my cousins and I would gather wildflowers and Indian
paintbrush, glowing bright red and orange; unsuccessfully we
would tug on tall, brilliantly pink fireweed Then, crawling
through the grass, we would wonder and fantasise about the
fairies who wore the ladyslippers.
Surrounded by loud infectious laughter and the gentle
rhythm of the language spoken by my elders, I sat near my
mother with a pail tied around my waist and gathered hand-
fuls of shiny, black huckleberries. "Ting, ting, ting," they fell
into my bucket, rolling around, taunting me ,wt     ,/
with their sweetness. But my ever-watchful
mother would say, "Don't eat the berries that TArflPTl T
are filling your bucketl* Tart, tangy and sweet,
I could never resist and would stuff handful r63JiS6 I
after handful into my mouth every time her .        -i
back was turned. Afterwards, I would always nTH HOI ODVy a.
have the tell-tale signs: purple lips, purple Tivmtoi* and ffath-
tongue, purple cheeks, fingers and palms. ®
During the winter months, the hunter-gather became themidnightfreezer-raider. Slowly,
bag by bag, my mother's precious winter preserves   of huckleberries  would   diminish,
savoured by my thievish mouth. Her voice hollering, "Nicola, where are my huckleberries?"
echoes through my mind as clearly as it echoed
through the house each and every winter when she discovered
her precious huckleberry pancake rations gone. Today, that
phrase reverberates back to me with a dozen different meanings. Where have my huckleberries gone? Or better yet, what
have they become? .
I am standing by the purple grapes in the Capers produce
section. I bite into a grape and sweet juices flood my senses. I
hate buying bland grapes; they have to be sweet and tasty
before they receive any appreciation. My friend professed to
erer offood, lam
a hunter and
gatherer of life
experiences.
me her great love for frozen grapes. Her senses have not been
intoxicated by the overwhelming melody of flavour found in
ice cold, sweet and tangy black huckleberries, not the red
huckleberries that so many West Coasters are fond of, black
huckleberries. There is nothing that compares to them, not in
my world anyway. That's when I realise I am
not only a hunter and gatherer of food, I
am a hunter and gatherer of life
experiences.
My first love was raised
like me. The two of us would
spend endless days in the
mountains, driving or hiking. At home, we would have
the senseless arguments that
young people have, but in the
mountains we would resolve
them. In the spring, we gathered fresh, new greens. In
the summer we helped his
mother and aunties preserve sockeye salmon and
berries. In the fall, we went
hunting   for    deer   and
moose. In the winter we
went   ice-fishing.    But   of
course,   things   change.   We
moved to the city for his education. When all the jars of salmon were
gone and there were no more huckleberries to be found, I began my journey of hunting
and gathering alone.
In cedar dugout canoes, with' wind, rain ancf hail'
blowing in my face, I hoped to gather the strength and
discipline of my ancestors. My elders said balance is necessary to survive. I came to understand that although traditional ceremonies and prayers strengthen the spirit,
they don't bring me forward into the dominant society.
You have to work, and work hard in bqth worlds for that.
But loneliness always seems to have the
upper hand over common sense and self
discipline.
Standing on the beach in the pouring rain, f
taught my girlfriends the "Looking for a good
inan dance." Laughing, we envisioned situations where we could practice our hunting
prowess. But First Nations men are hunter-
gatherers at heart as well. Late one night I
realised this when one sang Indian love songs
to me from out on the street My theory was
affirmed again when I discovered I was one of
many—like the berries ih the bottom of my
bucket—girlfriends of my new love. When, listening to the radio, my newest lover.thought
that notches on his guitar, marking his passionate endeavours, were cruel. His guitar was far too precious. And when he professed my perfection, his insignificance, and said the timing was off and went east in pursuit of
his goals, I knew it to be true. He was a hunter-gatherer too.
I came to the conclusion that it was time to pursue my^
gathering elsewhere: gathering life and work experiences,
gathering dreams, goals and set aside the search for a love
that just wasn't happening. Now I am doing things that I never
would have experienced had I stayed at home, in my home
town and continued my life on the Indian reservation where I
grew up. In places like university I further my education: on
the water I participate in traditional cedar dugout war canoe
racing, a Coast Salish sport that is not from my own territory,
and a sport that most of you more
than likely are not familiar with.
I work out at the gym becoming physically fit becoming
aware of my health and
diet. I have my own
home which is my safe
place, my haven and my
temple. I accumulate
material belongings
like my car, which
transports me anywhere
from the Northern tip of
Vancouver Island to the
University of British
Columbia, to my second
home in Sto:Io Territory,
to my home in the Nicola
Valley where I grew up
and then farther even to
my aunty's home in
Batoche, Saskatchewan. I
have accumulated clothing that never seems to
stay in style, a stereo and
of course my love, music.
Someone somewhere said
those things were important At
„ , r university Tgather knowledge, a+Jb=c,
jjtr however I never made it through rlath,
and now as I sit here and write this,
you'll know that the gift of the spoken and
written word is what has become important
to me.
' Where is tile balance between academic education and traditional education? Where is the balance between the city with all of its pavement, tall buildings and smog, and the mountains, filled with the sweet,
enveloping scent of pine, fir boughs and Labrador tea? In a
place where my existence is as clear as is the colour and intricate patterns on the sidewalk beneath, my feet Here in this
city it would be so easy for me to become confused about my
identity. The city becomes more real than the community
where I lived throughout my childhood. And the community
of my childhood remains more real than the city and all of its
pavement, buildings and millions of people. The one thing
that I know for sure is, regardless of where I am, regardless of
what foods I eat, regardless of whom I am talking too, I am an
Aboriginal woman. I am my aunty's niece, and I have lots of
wonderful aunties (who, by ihi way, keep me in line). I am my
mom's daughter," and I have two beautiful moms. I am
Interior Salish, Nlakapamx (Thompson) and Nsilx (Okanagan)
on my mother's side, and I grew up in the Nicola Valley. On
my father's side, I am Metis and aH that I know about being
Metis is what my father's family has told me.
Back at Capers, I remember the shock of an early morning
bath in ice-cold mountain water while refilling my recyclable
water container. With sudden overwhelming clarity I realise
that balance between traditional and contemporary, bad and
good, new and old, exists nowhere else but inside. ♦
Upcoming Al
Bool* Launch
Without Reservations
November 21, 2003  7:00 - 10:00pm
The veiy first book of Indigenous erotica -
First Nations House of Learning, 1985 West Mall, UBC
Night of Great Blues Music and Laughs
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Featuring The George Leach Band and Don Burnstick
The Green Room, 695 Cambie St., Vancouver
$ 15 advance or $ 17 at the door
Fundraiser for 2003 Ganoe Gatherins
Thursday, November 27, 2003-
Featuring Grandma Suzie and Grampa Charlie
Squarnish Nation Recreation Centre, Capilano First Nation,
North Vancouver, 7:00 $2 0/ticket
Canadian Aboriginal Festival
November 28 - 30, 2003
Aboriginal Music Awards and Pow-wow, Toronto, Ontario
Jam at Joe's on Commercial Drive
Friday, November 28, 2003 featuring local Aboriginal talent     Program
Binso & a Movie APTN
Every Friday night, Channel 71 @ 6pm
North American Native Arts & Crafts Festival
November 29 - 30, 2003
Featuring Native musicians and performers
Vancouver Aboriginal Friendship  Centre,   1607 East
Hastings
Aboriginal Blues Nightat The Yale
December 18,2003
$15/doors open @ 7:00pm,. 1300 Granville
Shaktee Hayes, Wayne Lavallee, Jason Burnstick & Skeena
Reese and many morel
Fundraiser for the Vancouver Native Health Foster Parent 2HEIHI
the ubyssey magaiine
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Friday, November 21,2003
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throughout the Lower Mainland.
November 29th, 11:30 - 6:30, UBC
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Organized by the Student Youth
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END THE OCCUPATIONS OF
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MASSAGE FUNDRAISER! Presented
by UBC Circle K Volunteers. Friday*
Nov. 21 11-3 and Monday Nov. 24 It-3
in SUB 214. All proceeds go to sleeping,
children around the world to provide
children in need a warm bed kit.
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Date-rape down the drain
DISSOLVE
at the Gallery Lounge, SUB
playing Nov. 24,6pm
by Michelle Mayne
CULTURE STAFF
In her first one-woman show, UBC acting graduate
Meghan Gardiner tells a stoiy that she says represents
many rumours she's come across in her years at UBC,
and probably reveals countless more true stories that
will never be told. Gardiner wrote and perforins in
"Dissolve/ an informative stoiy about drug-induced
date-rape.
The hour consists of a girl preparing for a night on
the town, intertwined with scenes of the fate that awaits
her. While she tries on clothes and does her makeup in
detail, the scene flashes to other people who will emerge
throughout the evening, all of whom, through their,
inability to discern the seriousness of her circumstances, will play a role in leading her further down the
path to a nightmare.
With a flicker of the stage lights, Gardiner effortlessly
morphs between characters, from unscrupulous bouncer
to 'concerned' neighbour to irresponsible friend to the
personification of the 'date-rape' drugs themselves,
rohypnol and gamma hydroxybutyrate (GHB).
In a dramatical twist Gardiner gives a lecture on
medicine in the early 1980s, her humour filling the discourse while adding informative details in fast-forward.
It was x time when rohypnol and GHB were relatively
new drugs, and were highly praised by the scientific community. A switch is thrown and she rewinds herself
through her speech, only to begin it again, but with
minor alterations: it is now two decades in the future and
the subject is criminology. The dangers of these drugs-
including amnesia, coma and death—when abused
become all too apparent
"Dissolve* transcends its heavy subject matter
because of its energetic and humourous delivery.
Gardiner's acting skills shine in her portrayal of slimy
bouncers, stereotypical girly-girls, and friends that are
jealous that you got to spend a night with "him," even if
you don't remember it
Beneath the jokes, Gardiner maintains a serious
approach to the matter at hand. It is the aim of "Dissolve'
to wake society to the increasingly common use of date-
rape drugs, and the danger that young adults face, even
if they think it could never happen to them. Included in
die program is a list of rape relief organisations and
sdme; common-sense tips that eveiyone should employ
when drinking; "Dissolve" successfully puts learning and
entertainment hand in hand. With Gardiner's talent as
both playwright and performer, it is evident that she will
go far. And, hopefully,, so will her message.♦
"I'LL PASS!" Meghan Gardiner turns down
unattended drinks, michelle mayne photo
it's a lonely day in the neighbourhood
"Cul-de-sac" moves away from boring theatre
CUL-DE-SAC
at the Vancouver East Cultural
Centre
untifNov. 29
by Anna King
CULTURE WRITER
There are two imJtges from "Cul-de-
sac" that will tug at me for a while.
The first is the soft hands of ol'
' neighbour '{Sic*, passing back and
forth an imaginary ball of sound, a
ball that contains the cries of the
dying cats he used to put down. A
retired veterinarian who'll never
outright tell you how much he misses his wife, Bic loved that sound,
comparing it to the subtle message
of a letter sent to a lover across the
ocean, another package of small
breath.
The other is the stage before the
play begins: a single chair, a square
of light and the sound of heavy rain
filling the theatre for what seems
like ages. It is a sad image that, once
you have seen the play, shares its
portrait of careful loneliness, but
the sound of the rain is also comforting. The rain made me feel closer to the folks sitting next to me in
our shared, if unacknowledged, sadness, and this, I think, is what "Cui-
de-sac" is all about
It is the story of Leonard, a middle-aged gay man who lives in a cul-
de-sae, or what the sign leading into
it calls a 'dead end,' and his last five
minutes of life. Leonard is already
dead, but leads us around the neighbourhood, following the low sound
that he made as he was dying and
that seeped into the lives of his
neighbours on that rainy night
There is Joy and Edward, a scrappy,
droll couple; Virginia and Samuel
snotty Gilbert and Sullivan fans; Bic
with his cats; and 13-year-old
Madison Page Turner, aspiring
author of such esteemed tides as
"The Balsa Wood Astronaut" There
is also Erick, a prostitute wired on
coke whose final appearance brings
the whole stoiy crashing to a close.
Internationally acclaimed
Canadian actor/director/writer
Daniel Maclvor impersonates all of
these characters brilliantly, or perhaps Leonard is the impersonator-
each character is ionised with a bit
of the last one, to the extent that
some sound alike. But maybe that's
the point since Leonard is telling
the story and it's him we really want
to know. In the last minutes of the
play, however, Leonard tells us 'you
didn't get to know me very well,"
and he is right. What we know about
Leonard is gleaned from bits he
tells us about his life, but mostly
from the irreverent honest way he
cocks his head, raises his eyebrows,
begins a story and then trails off,
tells jokes that are funnier than he
seems to think they will be, hints at
his loneliness, then shuffles it away.
He is a man who believes he isn't
much, but we know better, and this
tragedy is the pull that holds the
whole story together.
In some ways the story doesn't
hold together as well as it could, however, although it may have felt that
way because "Cul-de-sac' isn't really
a. drama in the traditional sense.
How do we connect with a story
when we don't know who the main
character is and when the secondary
characters aren't deeply developed
and integral to the plot? The answer
is that Maclvor and his co-creator
Daniel Brooks are aiming for something more like a portrait of a few
minutes in time, and a hinting at
what community we do have and
could have more of. Mostiy, though,
the play is a vehicle for Maclvor to let
his lovely talent play with you
onstage. Watching him slip into characters—his portrayal of a 13-year-old
girl is hilariously spot on, Erick the
cokehead is riveting and Bic is downright beautiful—and heck, even just
seeing him sit there and raise those
devilish eyebrows feels like you're in
the presence of a giant but one who
wants to know who you are.
' Brook3 is infamous for knocking
the assembly-line theatre mentality,
and Maclvor has also expressed his
discontent with the "boring theatre"
he sees almost everywhere on stage.
Moving away from the self-referential meta-theatre Mclvor's theatre
company da da kamera started off
producing, 'Cul-de-sac' marks a
break from mid-1990s postmodern
concerns towards what Maclvor calls
"emotional realism." That is not to
say his latest play is straight storytelling—there is enough self-consciousness in the way Leonard talks
to the audience to keep you wondering "What exactly is this?"
'Cul-de-sac' will never answer
that question. But with Maclvor sitting on that chair, drenched in the
sound of rain and haunted by the
idea of a sound you will never actually hear, the sound of his own death,
the wondering is enough.♦ _2^5Si^.«»£i3S2a.
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 21,2003
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Sat. Nov 22 - Sun. Nov 23
7:00PM - Buffalo Soldiers
9:30PM - Seabiscuit
Wed. Nov 26 - Thurs. Nov 27
7:00PM - Lucia Lucia
9:30PM - The Magdalene Sisters
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encourage activities and events that develop and strengthen a sense of community on campus. For our 804 anniversary
in 1998, we established a $50,000 endowment that wil fund the Ubyssey Community Contribution Award This annual
award recognizes a returning UBC Student who has made a significant contributiofi to developing and strengthening the
sense of community on the UBC campus by.
1. Organizing or administrating an event or project, or
2. Promoting activism and awareness in an academic cultural political, recreational ot sodal sphere.
Tlie award is open to aH returning, fufl-time, UBC students, graduate, undergraduate and unclassified In good standing
with the Ubyssey Society. For our 85th anniversary, we wi award two $3,000 awards for projects last year and this year.
Decisions will be made in late. January 2004 and awards will be disbursed to the successful candidates in early February
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Nominees for the award will be judged oa
L  The impact of the contribution made • the number of people involved or affected
2  The extent of the contribution - the degree to which it strengthens the sense of community on campus.
3. The innovation of the contribution- preference will be given to recognizing a new contribution over the
administration of an existing one: .
4 The commitment ofthe individual to UBC ;
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Nominations should include a cover letter by the nominates either an individual or a group, briefly stating the nature of
the contribution made, the individual being nominated contact information of the nominator and the nominee and a
letter (approximately 500 words in length) describing the contribution made and how the above four criteria have been
met -
Students are welcome to nominate themselves, but those doing so must attach a letter of support from another member
of the campus community, the award wi be judged by a committee chaired by a representative of UBC Student
financial Assistance and Awards office and members from various parts of lhe campus community.
Deadline for submission of ampletednomimtionsshotdd reach the Ubyssey.room 23,^
December 15,2003. For further information, please contact FrakPoeira,Buaness Manage Tlie Ubyssey, at (60^
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TOTEM: THE RETURN OF THE
G'PSGOLOX POLE
at the First Nations House of Learning
Nov. 20
by Megan Thomas
' * In 1929, the- G'psgolox totem pole
was stolen from the First Nations people of Kitimat, a small town south, of
Prince Rupert Despite a more than 70
year fight to have it returned, the pole is
still thousands of miles away in a
Swedish museum.' TOTEM tells the
stoiy of the fight to have this piece of
cultural heritage rightfully returned to
the Haisla-Xanaksiyala people.
The film explains the importance of
the pole to the Haisla-Xanaksiyala people. It was removed in 1929 and given
to the Swedes, as the Canadian gov-
ernement considered it abandoned and
left to decay. But for the First Nations
people the condition of the totem pole
was part of its natural life cycle. If left ih
place, the pole would have disintegrated over time and been returned to the
earth, thus allowing the ancestors to
rest peacefully. ,   ;
Although the pole w^s taken with the
consent of the Canadian government,
the Haisla-Xanaksiyala people say it
was taken without proper consent It
was this belief that brought them all the
way to Sweden to fight for the return of
their property. •'«
Representatives of the Haisla/Xana-
ksiyala people trek to the Folkens
Museum Ethnografisk^ to see the pole
fashioned by their ancestors, and a
moving scene of tearful reunion
results. The passion of the people for
their histoiy is clearly apparent
After three long years of discussions
with the Swedish Minister of Culture an
agreement was reached. The pole
would be returned to Kitimat if a protective space could be built to protect
what the Swedish saw as an historical
artifact. While the Haisla-Xanaksiyala
people had no such space, not wanted
to house the pole indoors and break the
natural cycle, they agreed to create a
replica pole for the Swedish museum.
The Haisla-Xanaksiyala people even
decided to carve a replica to put where
the historical pole stood to try and
replace what they had lost so long ago.
The film shows the carving of the replica poles in great detail and one must
marvel at the centuries old skills
employed by the mastercraftsmen. But
humour does enter when the replica
poles are an exact replica: they end
where the original was cut to be taken
down. But ingenuity prevails and a special device is fashioned to create a base
for the replica pole. Eventually one
replica is ceremoniously raised in place
of a piece of stolen history.
Next the community turned their
attention to the replica for the Swedish
museum. Despite the logistical night-
' mare of shipping ari entire pole from
BC to Sweden, the raw materials
arrive at the museum. There the Haisla-
Xanaksiyala people again work to fashion an exact replica, this time to the
delight of wide-eyed children's museum tours.
When the- second pole is ready and
is properly cerimonialised by the
Haisla-Xanaksiyala nations, it is laid to
rest at the foot of the original in a great
hall of the museum. But despite the
effort the Swedish will not release the
original because they are not satisfied
that it will be pireseryed by the Haisla-
Xanaksiyala people.
However, all is not lost it would
seem, because the Haisla-Xanaksiyala
people were able to reconnect with the
histoiy of the pole and come together as
a community over its loss. While they are
still missing a piece of histoiy, they were
able to create some history of their own.
TOTEM is a highly educational film,
which screened as part of film festivals
across Canada, that plays on the emotion
ofthe situation to draw the audience into
a lesson in histoiy, told by voices not
usually heard. Tlie film is an excellent
look at just one ofthe injustices the First
Nations people have suffered ♦
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In the middle of Turtle Island, where the summers are s6 hot
that you can fry an egg on a sidewalk, and the winters are so cold
that pigeons can freeze to death in mid-flight and drop dead on
the hood of a car, live the Anishinabe. One summer afterndon,
a newly married Anishinabe-ikwe was beading on her loom. She
looked out her window at the grey storm clouds rolling in'over
the prairie. As the sky darkened, the approaching thunder
became louder. The next moment the crickets stopped chirping
and the birds stopped singing, and then there was silence.
Suddenly, a crash of thundeaand lightning split the sly. The
ikwe pierced her finger with her needle^and four djops of blood
fell onto her moccasin. She took it off and examined the crimson
drops which bled into the tanned hide. As she held the moccasin
in her hands she felt a longing for a baby. She wanted a honey
coloured baby like the colour ofthe supple hide. She envisioned
the baby with big brown doe eyes and hair soft as the fur which
lined the moccasin.
Within the year, the woman gave birth to a daughter who did
have soft honey coloured skin and sparkly dark eyes framed by
long lashes that curled up, and the baby did have satiny raven
coloured hair. The mother and father named her Minotozhee-
ikwe, which means "Good Woman." A nurse came in and
admired the baby, "Oh, how lucky she is. Her lashes are so long.
She'll never have to use mascaral' While the new mom rested in
her hospital bed, a blood clot was moving slowly through her
veins and towards her brain! Sadly, the mother passed away a
day later.
Nawautin cut his long hair in mourning for his beautiful
young wife. After a year, he started to feel recovered enough
from his heartbreak to go out and about in the world again. He
also realised he could not raise his daughter by himself, and he
knew he had to make a good life for his daughter whom he now
called Minnow.
There was a woman. Windy Goforth, who had pursued
Nawautin before he married, but he thought she was too vain.
This egotistical woman did, in fact, think she was God's gift to
, man. Windy so hated Minnow's mother, because Windy wanted
to be married to Nawautin. She didn't really care for him, but
she knew that he was going places in life. And, as she was lazy,
she wanted to marry him and do nothing in life except please
herself. Windy was happy when Minnow's mother died, and she
brought an elaborate arrangement of flowers to the funeral and
she even had the indecency to wear a red dress. During the
father's mourning period. Windy would drop by to visit and she
would bring gifts for Minnow. She would also bring cooked
meals wrapped in tinfoil for the father. Nawautin began to think
Windy must have changed, as people sometimes can, and that
she was now a good person. He ended up marrying her.
Windy Goforth did not change. In fact she was a master of
deception. As Minnow's father was handsome, he was also
smart, and he became Grand Chief of the Assembly of First
Nations. Windy believed she was the envy of all other women
and almost immediately she started to squander her husband's
money. She bought breast implants, designer clothes, furs, a
fancy car for herself, ornate furniture and gaudy jewelry, and for
Minnow, nothing but second-hand clothes. Windy became so
enraged with jealousy at the thought of another woman surpassing her beaiity t&at she would spread falsehoods and lies to
ruin theii: reputations. She played the role of gracious wife for
her husband, but she made fun of other people, especially the
less fortunate.
Windy would always carry a mirror in her purse and gaze at
herself at every chance and say, "Mirror, mirror in my hand. Who
is the fairest in all of Turtle Is-land?" If she saw a grey hair, she
would yank it out immediately and the awful yellow hair dye she
used was making her hair thin like an old man's. When she saw a
frown line between her eyebrows, because she was always scowling, she immediately went to the doctor and got a Botox injection.
She even went as far as to pay an evil medicine woman to
teach her how to hit someone with bad medicine. One poof pretty woman had her mouth droop to one side, and another
became cross-eyed. '   •
Time went by, and because Windy wanted always to be the
centre of her husband's attention, she convinced him to send
Minnow to a boarding school far away. More time went by, and
Minnow was going to turn 16 and finish school. She was coming back to see her father and stepmother before going to college. She missed her father very much. Minnow would also
think of her real mother and try to imagine her, since all pictures of her mother were destroyed in a small fire of mysterious
origin. Minnow knew that when her time on Mother Earth ^yas
over, she would be reunited with her mom.
Minnow respected her stepmother because she was rdarried
to her father and she thought that there must be a reason he
loved his second wife and so she also loved her. Windy didn't
want any children of her own, because she didn't want stretch
marks to ruin her figure, although she had told Nawautin a
number of times she was pregnant even though she wasn't, if
she thought she was losing her husband's love.
One day, Minnow came home and when she walked in the
door her father gasped. Minnow didn't need makeup as she was
a natural beauty. Her father hugged her and told her how much
he loved her and how she looked exactly like he* mother. It took
everything in Windy to force a smile. This was difficult because
of her black heart and because her facelifts pulled her skin taut
over her cheekbones. They all sat at the dinner table and
Minnow's dad told his daughter what the nurse said to him and
her mother about her long eyelashes. No one noticed a green
film spread over Windy's body and then face. Then her eyes
started to glow red. As quickly as the phenomena appeared, it
disappeared.
Minnow informed her dad that she was going to college in
their hometown, as she didn't want to be far away from home
anymore. This was in contrast to her stepmother's recommendation that she should go to a school on the other side of the
world. The conceited woman knew she would always be compared tp Minnow and there was no comparison! The stepmother lay in bed at night and her hatred* and jealousy started eating
away at her insides and started giving her ulcers. Windy's negative thoughts were constantly on Minnow and she started to
devise a plan for her stepdaughter's downfall.
At Christmas-time, she let her stepdaughter drink some
champagne. Windy wanted her to get hooked on alcohol She
tried to get her driinfi at New Year's also, but Minnow didn't like
the taste of alcohol and said, "No, thank you." Windy would fly
into drunken rages and throw stuff. The stepmother also
popped pills and would pass out a lot Minnow would stay awake
and watch her stepmother in case she stopped breathing. Windy
then tried to get her stepdaughter to smoke cigarettes, because
she knew that would age her fast Minnow told her that she didn't want to smoke, because she didn't like it and that she
respected tobacco as a medicine and would pnly use it in a good
way. This infuriated the stepmother so much, because not only
was Minnow beautiful, she also had a good heart She was too
nice and too spiritual and this made the stepmother sick. Every
time the family went out people would comment on how pretty
Minnow was and how she looked like her mother. This was the
last straw for Windy.
The desperate stepmother went to see the evil medicine
woman again. Windy walked to the evil woman's house on the
eastside of town. The place was a run down shack and the interior was filled with junk. Haphazard stacks of newspapers and
magazines reached to' the ceiling as thousands of cockroaches
scattered everywhere. Windy meandered through the garbage to'
the old woman who was lying on the bed. The grey form seemed
not to car§ that roaches and flies crawled all over her. "What the
hell do you want now?"
'I need a potion strong enough to kill someone," Windy
informed.
"Is this for you," asked the foul smelling woman who looked
at Windy with black eyes that penetrated Windy's composure
and made the hair on her neck stand up.
"Yes, in a way it is."
"I'm going to give you this but it's going to cost you much, or
not much." Around her wrinkled neck she took off a string with
a vial attached and held it out the tiny bottle of green fluid.
Windy snatched it and the old lady's sharp fingernails scratched
Windy's hand. Blood dropped on the woman's sheet
"Done deal. Now get lost I don't want to see your ugly face
again," the hag hissed.
Windy went back to their house and she put the poison in
Minnow's food Poor unsuspecting Minnow ate and as fate
Wpuld have it, she did not die but instead fell into a coma.
Minnow's father was devastated and the stepmother tried to
convince him that the best thing to do was to turn off the
machine, but he refused and said he would pray for a miracle.
" Every day he prayed, and every day Windy cursed.
There was a young intern^" Dr Gawaunduk, in the hospital
where Minnow lay. He felt bad because there was nothing he
could do for the beautiful young woman. He talked to his own
mom about Minnow, and she told him to pray for her and talk
to her. When Minnow was in her coma, she wa3 visited by the
spirit of her real mother who told her that she loved her, and it
vyas Windy behind all the evil. Her real mother prayed to the
Creator, because the prayers of people who are on the other side
are more powerful than people on Earth, and she asked God not
to let her daughter die because she was everything good that the
stepmother wasn't The young doctor continued to pray and so
did Minnow's father.
One day the young man was praying by her bed and sadly he
had to inform Minnow that he was being transferred to another
hospital up North and he didn't know if he would see her again.
He whispered, "I love you," and kissed her hand. A tear fell on
her hand and she opened her eyes. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed.
He was awed by the miracle and also by the light behind
Minnow's beautiful eyes. Minnow recognised the voice that had
prayed for her and talked to her so tenderly She looked at him
and knew that he was ai good man and she knew she lo\ ed him
also.
When Nawautin heard of his daughter'3 miraculous recovery, he decided to hold a huge feast to honour and thank the
Creator for returning his daughter to him. His wife feigned happiness but was sick with despair. As eveiyone knows, a criminal
has to tell someone what they did; and Windy did just that The
informant who didn't like Windy—and not a lot of people did—
told all the sordid details to the father and even his suspicion
that Windy may have had something to do with his first wife
' dying. Just then. Minnow's dad snapped out of the love spell,
because th* love for his daughter was true. He told Windy, and
iri front of all the people at the feast, to get out of his house and
that he never wanted to set eyes on her again. Windy shrieked,
"Fine! I'll see you in court and take you for everything!"
Minnow's father didn't care and waved her away, because all he
cared about and loved was his daughter, and he was also
pleased with his future sdh-in-law.
The stepmother hired the best lawyer she could find and as
she sa{ in his office with the expensive mahogany furniture, she
took note of his fancy suit and jewelry and especially that there
was no wedding ring on his finger. Windy sat in the chair and
pulled her skirt up higher as she crossed her legs. She used love
medicine on him, also, and very soon after, they were married
in Las Vegas. After the wedding at the one-hour wedding chapel.
Windy got so drunk on the free booze in the casino, she slurred,
'Come on. Lesh go consummate our union."
The newlyweds went to their honeymoon suite and Windy fell
into unconsciousness from the booze and pills and so she didn't
hear the "dick, click, click," of her groom's hooves on the marble
floor as he walked out of the washroom and toward their bed. ♦
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The path is grey and misty
Leaves of brilliant orange and red
Twinkle on the trees.
The breeze is damp and cool,
dark mist hangs over the tree tops. '
Only once in a while I notice these things.
Usually lost in a selfish ponder,
I overlook all of this: beautiful nature pallet,
the mother earth.
...as many others do.
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CHEAM FIRST NATION
with a spot of tea tool
the best thing in our cupboards
Is bannock on tliei trail
(meaning cooking with a frying pan)
what a treat with sockeye salmon and onions
the substitutes are not even close to what we're used to
especially if you like meat
the urban Indian then eats beans
like our Mexican neighbors
well you can't barbecue beans like you can with meat
you won't get any supper
It will go to the spirits as a food offering
so when they say urban Indian food
you think bologna, bacon, ichiban
well you know what I mean -
- Lorna Billy PAGE FRIDAY
Friday, November 21,2003
the ubysief. maipiifie.-'■
NEWS
Students protest "corporate attack
Group calls for more
government funding
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by Megan Thomas
NEWS EDITOR
The peace of the UBC's Asian garden was broken Tuesday
when a small but noisy group of protesters bared all in the rain
to protest corporate donations to universities.
The energetic protest numbered about 30 people and featured two topless women with slogans like "Campbell's cuts
are stealing the shirt off my back* scrawled across their naked
backs. The clamour could be heard faintly inside the Asian
Centre auditorium where UBC and BC government officials
celebrated the largest "in kind" donation in UBC's histoiy.
Amid chants of, "You have to fight back the corporate
attack,' one student said he is concerned that corporate donations are picking up the slack left by cuts to provincial education funding,
"I am out here to protest what is obviously the link between
the Liberal government and a few corporations,' said Johan
Boyden, a fifth-year history student "The Liberals have cut
back education funding. They are saying the solution is corporate funding. Corporate funding is not the solution.'
The donation of $240 million worth of computer software
for mechanical engineering students was made by the Partners
for the Advancement of Collaborative Engineering Education,
a consortium ofthe corporations General Motors, EDS and Sun
.Microsystems.
"I see when all this money is coming from corporations it's
just to offset the money that is a result of the cuts in spending
to education. I see that as the wrong direction. We should have
free tuition," said protester Jason Mann, a second-year economics student
When one passerby argued with the noisy group that BC
Premier Gordon Campbell was not even at the announcement,
the focus turned to Shirley Bond, Minister of Advanced
Education for BC, who was in attendance.
"Hey hey, ho ho, Shirley has got to go," the group chanted in
unison.
But Bond said the partnerships between the public and private sector are a cause for celebration.
"I want today to certainly encourage and celebrate public
and private sector partnerships because it seems they have
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become increasingly more important to our post-secondary during the announcement
institutions,' she said. "This is a university. People find a variety of ways to express
One university official donned an umbrella and braved the themselves,' he said,
storm to speak with some of the angry students. Despite the now-common presence of protesters when BC
"The issue was, is there any way that UBC as an adminis- government officials come to campus, Sullivan said he does
tration or a board, is unwittingly making it any easier for the not think the protests are a problem.
government to withdraw some of its level of funding support' "The Minister of Advanced Education knows we, are train-
said Brian Sullivan, VP Students for UBC.                        *" *  -   ^ ing critically aware, people/ h<j sjud, adding that el|tc$e<j gp&i *j
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province to not only maintain, but in fact increase its fiihding occasionally and speak up' *    '   '     '
of post-secondary [institutions]/ he said. • Despite the high-decibel protest no security problems were
Sullivan also said he was not surprised there was a protest reported and dignitaries were able to safely leave the event ♦
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by Megan Thomas
NEWS EDITOR .
A computer software donation
worth about a quarter of UBC's
annual budget* will propel
mechanical engineering students
into successful careers, said officials at Tuesday's announcement
ceremony.
The $240 million contribution
from PACE—Partners for Advancement of Collaborative Engineering Education—that includes
computer-aided design, manufacturing and engineering software
and hardware is the largest donation of its kind in Canadian
history.
"Never before has any university in this countiy ever received a
donation that even approaches
this magnitude," said Shirley
Bond, Minister of Advanced
Education.
The donation is part of a US$2
billion  international   campaign
started in 1999 by corporate partners General Motors, EDS, an
information and technology company, and Sun Microsystems, an
industrial hardware and software
company, to develop automotive
technology concepts at 26. universities around the world.
"Students will get hands-on
experience applying those concepts when they work on real-
world industry products,' said
Michael Isaacson, dean of UBC
Applied Science.
Other Canadian universities
benefiting from the PACE program are the University of
Toronto, Queen's University,
University of Waterloo and
Dalhousie University.
Mechanical engineering students are also excited about what
the new software can do for them.
"This will give us access to the
computers that are used a lot in
the industry and it will allow us to-
be very competitive and get the
jobs that are well sought after,'
said Anand Dayal, a fourth-year
mechanical engineering student
"UBC is always hard-pressed
for money and this is a very big
contribution for the PACE people
to give to us," Dayal added.
The software allows students to
create three-dimensional drawings, technical drawings and programs that can be transferred to
computer-controlled machines
that can automatically make parts.
This process allows students to test
their work in a virtual setting.
"It is a very large, very useful
program," said Alex Precosky,
fourth-year mechanical engineering student, adding that he will be
putting his experience with the
software on his resume when he
goes job hunting.
The donation also provides
more access for students through
expensive site licenses that UBC
could not otherwise afford, said a
mechanical engineering professor.
"The size of the donation
means the software is always available,' said Martin Davy. "This is
putting UBC a long way ahead.'
He filso said the software has a
built-in tutorial component that
encourages students to work independently.
"What we try and do is introduce the students into this tutorial
system and make them self-sufficient because the size of the software and the complexity of the
software is such that we would
never be able to teach them everything that is in there," he said. ♦
Telus contract will be revealed
by Jonathan Woodward
NEWS EDITOR
Major phone company Telus dropped its
opposition to a Freedom of Information
Act request that ordered .its $4.1 million
contract with UBC be made public
Wednesday, saying it was in the company's "best interests" not to continue.
The contract which exchanged Telus
phone services for research dollars, was
requested by former Ubyssey reporter
Stanley Tromp in 2000.
. Telus bowed to pressure for access to
information that keeps public bodies
like UBC * accountable, said Tromp's
lawyer, David Sutherland.
"Telus pried uncle," he said.
But Telus spokesman Charlie Fleet
defended the decision, saying, "It's-in
the best interest of the company not to
pursue this any further.'
Telus and UBC entered into a five-
year partnership in 1999, which gave
$4.1 millioji to the university to fund an
industrial research position, and gave a
projected $30 million in business to
Telus through the use of Telus products
on campus. The deal did not restrict the
personal telecommunications choice of
staff and students.
The Freedom of Information request
was filed along with other requests for
information on UBC's public-private
partnership contracts by Tromp. While
the other requests were granted, UBC
decided that under the Freedom of
Information Act it could not disclose
much of the Telus contract.
Tromp then appealed to the Freedom
of Infornjation commissioner, who
ruled that the entire contract should be
made public. Telus then appealed that
ruling and the court would have heard
the case in early January. The docu
ments will, disclosed before the end of
the year.
The appeal was originally pursued
because Telus felt revealing the contract
would compromise the company's ability to compete in the market said Fleet
But he would not comment on why
Telus changed its mind.
The decision followed from a precedent established when a UBC/Coca-Cola
contract was made public under similar
circumstances in 2001, said UBC
Counsel Hubert Lai.
Coca-Cola currently has an exclusive
marketing agreement on campus that
will expire in 2005.
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In retrospect...
"The fire game" from page 7.
fire. All of us were simply too tired to
drive, and upon reaching the rodeo
rounds most of the drivers couldn't
remember getting there.
The second night mirrored the
first: a'stop at staging, a wait at deHart,
until Todd was assigned a unit of
Canadian Armed Forces to work
alongside the Rangers on a rocky hill
beneath another threatened subdivision. It's a difficult thing to describe
the confusion that accompanies a disaster. I don't know if it's just the way
we do things in BC, but I suspect that
the bureaucratic bedlam we suffered
from during the
Kelowna Fire is simply symptomatic of
human nature. I
kept humming the
Paul Simon tune
that goes 'nobody
knew from time
to time / that the
And on the hill
just above us a
"boiling red glow
sending intermittent tongues of
fire twisting into
plans had changed," the night Sky—
amd silently wished gjant DlllarS of
that   fire   fighting   y ±4t     . «i
was a little more name that easily
straightforward dwarfed the
than   the   hit and-   siUlOUetteS of
miss endeavour it   rnnjfprrm~ ofands
really is. Yet as bit    COIUierOUb bldilUb
ter as it can be at   Up OH the tree-
times not to have a   hn6
clear sense of direction on the ground, it's a constant rush
to see firsthand the interface between
human  agencies  and  the  shifting
forces of nature, which had us running for our money and scrambling
anew every time the winds changed or
the humidity fell.
At any rate, the second night had
its various adventures for the Rangers
as had the first When we regrouped in
the morning. Will Bide and Dave
Holland told us about a fire that went
leaping from hedge to hedge towards
a home. Between shovelfuls of dirt
and some deft pulaski work, they managed to save the house. My squad boss
Dermot Hickisch spent the night containing a burning barn along with several other Rangers. The rest of us
drained the bellies of numerous water
trucks on the smoking hillside and
waited for dawn.
The fire slowed down somewhat
Saturday and Sunday. By then the
main body of the blaze was moving
back into the forests north and east
along the mountain, having already
passed through the suburbs, razing
238 houses to the ground. It seemed
like everybody in the Okanagan was in
a state of shock and disbelief; and now
that the immediate danger was over
and the damage done, people were
registering their reactions,  taking
stock in the wake of the calamity.
For the Rangers, this period was a
kind of limbo. Under any normal circumstances we would have been out
cutting a guard around the perimeter
ofthe fire—going "toe-to-toe" with it, as
we so love to say in our typical mock
bravado—but instead we were kept
orbiting around the epicentre of the
damage in the suburbs. Sunday night
we extinguished a mountain of red-hot
asphalt, a task that I won't be surprised to find out proves to be terrible
for our health, seeing as how all night
long we breathed nothing but heavy-
smoke and pungent air that reeked
like burnt plastic and chemicals.
The following two
nights, Monday and
Tuesday, were an experience I'm sure all of
us Rangers will
remember down to old
age, if for no reason
other than the sheer
surreal quality of it I
say this because we
passed these nights-
patrolling among me
gutted houses in the
desolate neighbour-,
hoods of the subdivisions, alone except for
the odd police car making a beat to prevent
would-be looters.
Them, and the various
volunteer fire firefighters from all
over the province, who provided us
with chocolate bars and conversation
whenever our paths chanced to cross.
Among the standing houses were
many with the lights left on, and this
lent an eerie aspect to the night. As for
all ofthe charred craters where homes
had once stood, it seemed odd how
cleanly and completely they had been
incinerated: nothing remained except
the concrete case of the basement
filled with the skeletons of beds, furniture and appliances fallen hodgepodge when the floors above had
given way. Many of these charred pits
were just metres away from surviving
homes. Which was the other strange
thing: the fire's path through the
neighbourhoods was totally absurd. It
looked like the fire had been playing
leap-frog among the houses, sparing
one, taking another.
For the most part the remains of
these houses had burnt themselves
out or been extinguished by structural
firefighters. We busied ourselves with
the rather bizarre task of letting ourselves into everybody's yards to look
for ground fires, stealthy fires that
threatened to set still more homes
alight. It felt kind of wrong to have
that sort of licence—a total freedom of
access that just wouldn't fly under
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normal circumstances. We helped
ourselves to ripened peaches, took
turns jumping on a trampoline, and
sat down to midnight lunch breaks in
posh lawnchairs.
When we found fires,
and we found dozens,
one of us would look
for the nearest outdoor water faucet
while the others
rounded up lengths
of garden hose. Just
about all of the fires
were smoldering
away in the mulches
and the Wood chips
people use to landscape their backyards
and gardens. There
was no end to the
amusement of fighting wildfire with any
one of the multiple
settings on the water wands we'd
come across, and I know I wasn't the
only one wondering if we couldn't
somehow incorporate these handy Uttle gems into our regular line of work.
It was about this time that the people of Kelowna started plastering just
about every available mailbox, streetlight and billboard with 'thank-you
firefighters  and volunteers'  signs.
More than just a morale booster during a situation difficult for everybody,
this sort of outpouring of sentiment
was so effiisive it bordered
American.   It was  moving
Canadians    galvanise    like
Indelible, really.
The limelight that the Kelowna
Department had been deservedly
basking in came our way, unfortunately. What everybody knows but few
experience about the media is their
need for handy little images and
sound bytes, now. As such we ended
up becoming the poster children for
Ministry of Forests, slaving away in
the darkness at the edge ofthe hot and
dusty blaze. What people didn't see
was that up to that point we'd been
supporting structural firefighters in
the suburbs, not battling nocturnal
infernos in the woods. At least our parents got to see us on the national
news. But try convincing your worried
mother that it's really not like that—
that you aren't going to get burned
over or lost in a murky wood.
Eventually, it became clear that
prevailing winds and forest fuels
were drawing the fire away from
Kelowna, and likewise, concern began
shifting towards the prevention of further losses among the wineries and
farm houses northeast of the city.
Heavy machinery, tankers and crews
were doing what they could to cut a
We stared in
wonder at the
plume of smoke
coiling high into
the atmosphere
above Kelowna.
In the twilight,
the numerous
tongues of flame
in the park were
beginning to look
more like a young
constellation.
barrier between the fire and the
unburned forest, but it was slow
work, hampered by extremely volatile
weather conditions. It's maddening to
put a fireguard in
just to watch all of
your efforts ruined
bygusting winds and
dry conditions that
allow the blaze to
jump the guard. Yet
that's exactly what
happened up on the
mountain. There is
little that can be
done, even by all the
agencies in " the
world, when the forest is bone dry and
there'^'no rani
After a week on
graveyards, the
Rangers were thrown
into the mix working
days. Our last week on the fireline flew
past. We were making good headway
on the June Springs Road front, everyone feeling good about being back in
the forest, back on our own turf. By
this point, we'd been together for
!ftw
three arid a half months, including
about 100 days spent labouring side
by side on the fireline. We were tired,
but still had enough energy at the end
of the day to initiate (or "rookie") the
green members of the clan by tossing
them into Stillwells, which are huge
water bladders capable of holding 500
gallons of water. We were still getting
along.
And then, just as quickly as it had
begun, it "was over. I found myself
back at UBC, conjugating verbs and
getting robbed at the University bookstore all over again, the Rangers disbanded for another winter. Far from
the forests of Kelowna, along with the
rest of the province, I read the papers
in disbelief as the fire took one last
great leap, devastating all but four of
the Kettle Valley Railway Trestles. In
the following weeks, coverage of the
OK Mountain Fire dwindled, and then
finally dropped out of the press. The
fire had tired of the game. Just as the
advent of rain and cooler temperatures brought an end to the matter in
Kelowna, the pressures of papers and
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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2003
• VOLUME 85
Changes and reservations
The modern dilemma of living on or off the reserve
by Bryan Zandberg
The remote Uttle hamlet of Fort
Babine, Indian Reservation #6 in
today's political landscape, has
weathered much since the first
voyageurs stumbled into it at the
beginning ofthe 19th Centuiy. Back
then, the labrets—ornamental
pieces of wood and bone inserted
through   the   lip—worn   by   the
httle brown-skinned faces bundled
up in winter jackets, all wanting to
know my name. The boys immediately lured me into a snowball fight
while the girls began inquiring' if I
had a girlfriend and if so would I
please bring her out to Babine when
Lyle, about ten years old at the time,
tackled me from behind and sent
me sliding down a httle embankment to the frozen lake's edge.
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women so astonished these French-
Canadian explorers that they
named the people babine, an informal French equivalent for lips.'
After an era of colonisation, multiple outbreaks of smallpox, the
establishment of a Hudson's Bay
Company fur-trading post Christian
evangelisation and the subsequent
incorporation of the Babine people
under the federal Indian Act, ifs no
; wonder that many of the trad jtional
] ways of this Carrier-speaking nation- -
' have been lost"
But life in the Fort Babine of
today goes quietly on, by all
accounts relatively unobserved
even by the people Uving in surrounding northern communities
like Smithers and Burns Lake. Yet-
as demure and introverted as this'
little cluster of houses at the utmost
tip of Babine Lake may seem, just
one visit there is enough to turn this
assumption on its head. My first
introduction to Fort Babine was the
moment when, having just pulled
into town with some missionary
friends, I was swarmed by a dozen
Looking up at all those laughing
kids, you could say I was hooked.
But it's a much different world
these kids grow up-in today compared with th^ one Sylvia
Desjardins grew up in. Even though
she's just 38 years old, Sylvia spent
her "entire youth, witfiout 'running
water or electricity in a town that
even today has no grocery stores.
"You like the remoteness, bu| at the
same time you don't," she "|ays; of
her childhood, "J liked the fact that
we felt self-sufficient, independent,
away from society."
Sylvia, a Simon Fraser University graduate, has vivid memories
of being a kid in Babine, mehiories
of. sledding in the hills with her
friends, of going to school in a tiny
two-room schoolhouse, of checking
the family trapline for marten and
rabbits with her granny anctaunt
Sylvia grew up in a* house shared
with her aunt Rosie, granny Teresa,
brother Jim my and sister Mary. She
was just two weeks old when her
parents passed away; her aunt took
her in as her own child. Much of
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what Sylvia has to say about her
childhood is set in the relief of her
grandmother and aunt She remembers her granny, for instance, working hard throughout the summer
netting salmon on the Babine river.
"She set the net every night in the
summer," Sylvia recalls, "she was
always busy working, always cutting
fish and hanging them up for
smoking."
In addition to fish, the family
gathered the varieties of wild
berries that First Nations people
still enjoy: lowbush blueberry, huckleberry, soapberry. For white people—in Carrier they call whities like
me nidos— it's this latter berry,
soapberry, that is an altogether
unfathomable choice for a dessert
known as Indian ice-cream. 'It's
kind of tart" Sylvia explains. "You
have to add a lot of sugar."
Whipping the berries into a red
soapy froth generally involved
many hands over the length of an
entire evening. Friends and neighbours would come over to visit, and
eveiyone would take turns mixing
up the contents of a big bowl, passing it on when their arms got sore.
Most of the nidos I know who have
tried it compare it to licking shaving
cream. But Sylvia would beg to differ: "I like it," she says "but I can't
have too many spoons."
Like most of her generation,
Sylvia speaks the Carrier language.
Because her granny and her aunt
didn't speak English, she spoke
mostly Carrier at home. While she
did speak English h1 class and with
her brother and sister, Carrier was
the tongue of choice when playing
with the other children. "When people ask me which of them I learned
first I say I'm not sure, I think I
learned them both at the same
time."
Today, many children can
understand Carrier but not many
can speak it. Sylvia finds this reality
'a bit sad."
■ Along with improvements to the
logging road going to town and the
arrival of running water and electricity in the 1980s came increasing
exposure to society and waning
interest in the village's mother
tongue. Sylvia cites the decline of
the older generation as another reason for the decline of the language,
but quickly goes on to remark that
the advent of television on the
reserve has been detrimental too.
"People back then had more of a life
without the TV. You'd go outside
and you'd see somebody working
on their moosehide or you'd see
somebody packing their water that
they'd need for drinking." Changed
living conditions have had their
effect as well. "You need to have a
house that is kind of immersed in
Carrier, and there's not too much of
that right now."
Sylvia's own status is in itself
telling of the situation. She fives
100km east of the reserve, in the
community of Smithers, where her
husband Andy has a much better
chance of finding work in his trade
as a machinist and her daughter is
in grade two at a Catholic elementary school. As much as she misses
life at Babine, the reality is that
there are just simply no jobs to be
had out there. "There are a lot of
people Uving here in Smithers that
would go back to Fort Babine if they
had jobs and housing available to
them," she says. "It's shrinking but I
think it's just a phase. I think it will
rebound somehow."
Be  that as it may,  for  the
moment, at least, it seems as if the
Babine people are in a sort of limbo,
caught on the horns of Uving either
in a place that has a thinning effect
on their culture or in a place that
has. a bleak economic future, and
almost zero health, and governance
facilities. She sums up the dialectic
pretty well; "It's good that they [the
people jn Fort Babine] are kind of *_
separate in some ways because you
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get to preserve the culture more.
But on the other hand it makes it
harder to fit in.".
And fitting in, even in today's cU-
mate of tolerance, isn't always an
easy thing for First Nations people.
Sylvia continues to feel an acute
sense of otherness in the predominantly white town where she fives.
"Racism really concerns me,"
she admits, "there's a lot of it here,
in Smithers. You see a lot of Native
people in town here but they don't
intermix too much with the nidos,
which kind of bugs me. You don't
see too many Native people
employed here in Smithers. And
even I can feel it too if I'm applying
somewhere—if I come walking in
for an interview—I can feel that
somebody is totally different with
me on the phone than when I go
and see them face to face."
Still, it's a better situation than it
was when she was a Uttle girl, coming to town during the week to stock
up on" groceries. "When I'd stand
beside my mom and my granny
while they were paying at the
cashier I could feel it a lot"
It's a topic Sylvia says most
natives don't find too easy to talk
about "We're all human beings,
and it just really, hurts when you
feel a racist incident When somebody's treating you a certain way
based on your skin colour instead of
just as a person, human to human,
it hurts."
Towards the end of our interview, Sylvia lets on she's a Uttle
worried- about how the article will
turn out, mostly because she's
afraid to speak on behalf of all the
First Nations people Uving either on
or off the reserve of Fort Babine.
But it's doubtful that any among the
Babine people would disagree with
the assertion that the project of preserving their ethnic heritage, and
therefore their reserves, is a worthwhile endeavour.
"I think having reserves is
"important because that's all we
have left, just these tiny little
reserves," Sylvia concludes. "It's
important to keep what Uttle land
we do have left'*>
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VOLUME 85 ISSUE 22
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Are the
feds
helping
to heal?
The government seems to be proposing many
bills to improve the quality of life for First
Nations in Canada, but few seem to actually
recognise or tackle any of the community's
real issues.
; The mandate of Bill C-7, The First Nations
Governance Act, is to empower Aboriginal communities by creating a level of self-government to
oversee First Nations affairs.
It is the first bill to propose major changes to
the obsolete and damaging Indian Act, which has
been in place since confederacy in 1876.
However, the bill proposes a largely superficial—mostly powerless—level of self-government
with limited law-making ability that will still fall
under government-imposed codes if they fail to
put their own into place.
The bill also focuses solely on reservations
and ignores approximately half of the Aboriginal
population that does not live on reserves. These
urban groups have different needs and government funding does not aNvays reach them in
the cities.
Currently 'portability of rights' does not exist
and protects only those Uving on reservations.
The government strongly supports the segregated cojpmunitie^ and blindly pushes for self-gov-
erriaiice within the encapsulated reservations.
" The Assembly of First Nations iii Canada has
voiced that it does not need anqther superficial
layer of bureaucracy*; rather, it would like more
attention and power over social programs to
improve health, education and ecoiiomic devel-
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PAGE FRIDAY
Friday, November 21,2003
opment on and off reservations.
Self-government with this kind of power and
financial backing could catalyse the implementation of programs and spur change faster than the .
stagnating and largely self-interested federal
government.
In working towards improving the quality of
life for First Nations peoples there is a large conflict of interest for the government billions of
dollars in land claim settlement^ and residential,
s.choql reparations are passing through the same
bureaucracy that can propose legislation to
debunk the legitimacy of the claims.
These bills, which offer poor patch-up solutions to large problems, are parallel to other
actions taken by institutions to recognise the
needs of First Nations peoples.
Currently, the Anglican church is considering
an elected'Bishop to represent the national concerns of* Aboriginal members of their church.
While the intention of titiis proposal is good-
natured; ,a single representative will not be
enough to cover the diverse needs of multiple
Aboriginal communities across Canada, both on
and off reservations.
Blanket solutions that do not consider the different needs of these groups will only create
more problems. Real self-governance will provide' rights that extend past the reservations. The
role ofthe government is also key in establishing and maintaining the neW institutions. The
communities are aware of what they need to
help their people, and they need real support
to start. ♦
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the ubyssey niagaiine
Kentucky dreaming, cross-country style
by Sarah Bourdon
SPORTS STAFF
Dreams could come true this weekend for
UBC's cross-country teams as they head to the
National Association of Intercollegiate
Athletics (NAIA) Championships in Louisville,
Kentucky. Qualifying for the November 22
competition is an amazing achievement for the
men's and women's teams, both of which have
done phenomenally well this year.
UBC's teams will face the 28 top-ranked
men's and women's teams in the NAIA, which
is made up of oyer 200 schools from across the
US and Canada. To prepare for such an important event, the UBC runners have gone through
rigorous training. They started training at the
end of August this year and began competitions in September. While, each athlete has
his/her own daily regimen, the men's' and
women's teams meet together three times a
week. This "usually involves running ten to
12km each time, most often at nearby Pacific
Spirit Park. ■
UBC's Jerry Ziak, 2 7, the team's top runner,
has been running since he was in grade four.
He is finishing a degree in psychology and history and is hoping to go into a career in high
school counselling. After competing on teams
SO HAPPY: Ziak wraps his arms ground
fellow racers, michelle mayne photo
at the University of Victoria and Auburn
University in Alabama, he started running on
the UBC track team in the spring of last year.
Ziak's commitment to the sport is impressive.
"A typical run for me involves spending half
an hour doing flexibility exercises to prepare
for my run, then spending two hours at practice, then I come home and have half an hour
of stretch to relax the muscles again," said Ziak.
His dedication has paid off. Ziak has a strong
chance of winning the NAIA race and with
many first place finishes in countless events it
is no surprise that he hopes to compete in the
Olympics in the near future.
Heading the practices for both the men's
and women's team is Coach Marek Jedrzejek.
He has been working at UBC since 1987 and
described this year's group as "a young, promising team." This year, the team has shown
more than promise, especially in its last competition, the regional championships held at
Jericho Beach on November 8.
The men's team sits at 14th in the rankings
following their races this season and Jedrzejek"
is confident they can make a big move, this
weekend. Ziak took first place at the regionals,
winning by a wide margin of 24 seconds with
a time of 24:49. David Roulston (fourth year
civil engineering), the team's second highest
scorer, came in eighth place. After recovering
from injuries, runners Morgan Titus and Chris
Durkih nlade strong comebacks, taking 11th
and 12 th places respectively. Ziak, Roulston,
Titus and Durkin will compete in Kentucky
along with fellow teammates Shane Carlos,
Nick Elson and Jeff Symonds.
The women's team is set to have a good,
race in Louisville as well They have had a
major breakthrough this year, the highlight of
which was their win at the Sundodger
Invitational cross-country race hosted by the
University of Washington in Seattle on
September 2 7. In the competition they beat out
NATiONAL HOPE5: The women racers are ready to compete, michelle mayne photo
17 other schools, the largest field the race has
ever seen.
"Our team has improved so much this year.
We have gone from being outside ofthe top 30
lastyear to being in the top ten this year," said
Kristin Carpenter, a third-year Human Kinetics
student and member of the women's team. "I
think with a good race we can pull off a top five
finish, if not higher." Carpenter will be competing in Kentucky along with teammates
Megan Doherty, Shannon Elmer, Megan
Huzzey, Michelle Mark, Amy Higginbotham
and Celia Ambery.
According to Jedrzejek, the race ip. Kentucky
is an especially great accomplishment for the
women's team. "Ifs the first time we have qualified for the NAIA championships. We are very
excited about that We still can place higher
than we are ranked."
The women sit at seventh going into the
competition in Louisville. The two strongest
runners on the team, Ambery and
Higginbotham, have both run 5km in under 18
minutes this year and stand the best chance of
advancing the team in the rankings. At the
Regionals, the women ran a 5km race with
Ambery (third-year Nursing) coming in fourth
place and Higginbotham (fourth-year political
science) coming in 11th.
"To get to the top, to qualify for the NAIA
championships, requires a lot of hard work,"
said Jedrzejek, reflecting on the success of his
teams this season. "[The teams J deserve this
because they have worked so hard." The NAIA
championships mark the end of the crosscountry season, following which the majority
of the team members begin training for the
track season, starting in March. ♦
Now an additional 20,000 students ride transit to campus everyday.
Since the introduction of U-Pass over 20,000 more SFU ?ind UBC
students are getting around Greater Vancouver on transit U-Pass provides
100% of UBC and SFU.students with unlimitedaccess to transit and
discounts on West Coast Express. U-Pass prograrins are in place at over
200 urivers ity and college campuses throughout North America.        ;
Experiences in other markets indicated a strong growth in student
riders hip when U-Pass is introduced We anticipated the same for Greater
Vancouver. However, the results to date indicate tfiat 40-50% more UBC
and 5 FU students Writing trans it than a year agdO making this the
fastest growing U-Pass Program in North America ?4 4;
Simon Fraser
University
In 2003 TransLink will continue to work with UBC and SFU to monitor
usage and adjust service where required
Get your Free U-Pass map with all the information
you need to get aroundGreater Vancouver. We<ft be
handing ol* maps to UBC and SFU students on board
transit Tuesday, November 25 and Thursday,
November 27 at Commercial and Production Way
SkyTrain stations (available during the morning rush
hour) and the UBC bus loop (available during peak bus service).
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