May 13, 2005 - Glebe Report
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31 <strong>Glebe</strong> <strong>Report</strong> <strong>May</strong> <strong>13</strong>, <strong>2005</strong> CONTEST<br />
Congratulations to our Essay Contest winners<br />
JUDGE'S COMMENTS<br />
I picked two winners. These two essays, MR. TRUDEAU and the untitled<br />
essay, were very well written, heartfelt and memorable. I suggested a title of<br />
A PLEA FOR COMPASSION for the untitled one.<br />
UNTITLED quietly but effectively connects the wretched and the<br />
beautiful. In understated, heartfelt prose, the public horrors of genocide in<br />
Rwanda are linked to a moment of poignant compassion when a small girl<br />
hugs a homeless person.<br />
This essay needs some tinkering with punctuation in the middle of the<br />
fourth paragraph. I also think the title of Romeo Dallaire's book should be<br />
used, as well as the title of the Lonely Planet book about the kindness of<br />
strangers. The last paragraph needs some attention to the semicolons, etc.<br />
MR.TRUDEAU is a sincere homage, perhaps one might say, a passionate<br />
defence of a great man. This essay eloquently reacquaints us with the kind of<br />
man we could use in the current unsettled weather of our political climate.<br />
In this essay, the last third of the first paragraph might need a bit of work<br />
to give it clarity of meaning.<br />
UNTITLED<br />
(A PLEA FOR COMPASSION)<br />
BY COLLEEN SLOAN<br />
Earlier this year I read Romeo<br />
Dallaire's book describing the<br />
genocide in Rwanda. It contains<br />
many horrific images and is an<br />
account that makes you want to cry<br />
or scream, to rage against something<br />
or someone or maybe just hide in a<br />
hole and never come out.<br />
Earlier today I read an article<br />
online about a 9-year-old girl who<br />
was speaking to a group of business<br />
people and about her response to the<br />
homeless.<br />
Her message seems<br />
simple enoughbe nice to them.<br />
According to the article, her<br />
message moved several people to<br />
tears.<br />
These two events are seemingly<br />
distant and disconnected from each<br />
other, and yet I have a strong sense<br />
that they are not as disconnected as<br />
they seem. In my mind they<br />
converge and I am slowly realizing<br />
that they are all part of a bigger<br />
picture. The picture of humanity.<br />
Romeo Dallaire describing the<br />
systematic annihilation of nearly a<br />
million people, and the world's<br />
lackadaisical response (or lack of<br />
response) to the horror and this<br />
small girl talking about giving a hug<br />
to a homeless man are both just<br />
telling us what it means to be<br />
human.<br />
Since the publication of LGen<br />
Dallaire's book many people in the<br />
world have vowed never to let this<br />
kind of thing to happen again.<br />
Canada has just changed its foreign<br />
policy in part with the idea in mind<br />
of preventing the Icinds of atrocities<br />
that happened in Rwanda, but I have<br />
to admit I'm a little skeptical. It was<br />
less than a year ago that I was in<br />
Guatemala reading about their 36-<br />
It's All<br />
year-long civil war; about the<br />
decimation of the indigenous<br />
population, about babies having their<br />
fingernails pulled out and their<br />
genitals cut off or their heads<br />
smashed against stones, about<br />
women being raped, tortured and<br />
killed, about entire villages being<br />
wiped out in a single afternoon.<br />
It got to the point where if I saw a<br />
baby on the bus with intact<br />
fingernails I would secretly rejoice at<br />
the wonder.<br />
My friend finally brought me the<br />
Lonely Planet book on the kindness<br />
of strangers, stories of people who<br />
had been unexpectedly kind and<br />
caring and demonstrated unusual<br />
grace, and suggested I might try<br />
reading that instead.<br />
Which brings us back to the small<br />
girl.<br />
Everywhere in the world, we see<br />
this juxtaposition between the<br />
wretched and the beautiful, the<br />
things that we almost can't bear to<br />
look and those that we want to grab<br />
hold of and keep close to our hearts.<br />
I think we are touched by both<br />
because if we really look deep down<br />
in our own hearts we recognize that<br />
within each one of us lies both the<br />
capacity to be wretched and the<br />
capacity to be beautiful. We can at<br />
times be indifferent to suffering, and<br />
at other times reach out and give all<br />
we have to remind someone else of<br />
their own beauty.<br />
This one small girl is reaching out<br />
and reminding homeless people;<br />
those who might be depressed,<br />
mentally ill, smelly, dirty, and<br />
marginalized that they are human<br />
too. A striking reminder to us all that<br />
we are at our most human when<br />
someone sees both the wretched and<br />
the beautiful in us and hugs us<br />
anyway.<br />
Amethyst Women's Addiction Centre<br />
488 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa, ON K1N 6M8<br />
Tel: (6<strong>13</strong>) 563-0363 Fax: (6<strong>13</strong>) 566-2175<br />
Web site: www.amethyst-ottawa.org<br />
E-mail: amethyst @ amethyst-ottawa.org<br />
Writer Rick Taylor teaches<br />
writing at Carleton University.<br />
He will be giving a Writers in the<br />
Community workshop at the<br />
GCCShaping Material For<br />
Memoir and Travel Writingon<br />
June 11 from 1-3 p.m. He is the<br />
author of House Inside the<br />
Waves: Domesticity, Art and the<br />
Sulfing Life and is now working<br />
on an unusual book about<br />
swimming called Water and<br />
Desire.<br />
MR. TRUDEAU<br />
BY WALTER JOSEPH<br />
MacDONALD<br />
Just like the other tens of<br />
thousands of people that morning I<br />
felt a calling to set aside whatever<br />
was happening in my personal life<br />
and get myself to Parliament Hill.<br />
The line could have been fourteen<br />
hours instead of the four that it was,<br />
and that would have been quite<br />
alright. The spiritual energy that<br />
seemed to concentrate itself upon<br />
the Mahogany coffin was an<br />
experience we will not likely see<br />
any time soon. Similar to the<br />
winning goal in the final game of the<br />
Russian Canadian play off series,<br />
and Expo '67, all eyes fell upon the<br />
same page: A great unifying<br />
experience. On a personal note it<br />
was a day like no other. Moved to<br />
the point of tears I knew that in<br />
almost perfect alignment, give or<br />
take a day or two, twenty years<br />
prior, Mr. Trudeau had delivered his<br />
eloquent eulogy at my father's<br />
funeral. The sense of synchronicity<br />
in the air for me was uncanny. Even<br />
the whether [sic.] was remarkably<br />
similar. A man bearing a microphone<br />
approached my group fromacross<br />
the green; and somehow I<br />
knew he was coming toward me. I<br />
was very pleased to say a few words.<br />
The sense of equanimity and harmony<br />
on that hill was really something<br />
to behold. I fell in love even.<br />
Finally I was at the coffin. Unbeknownst<br />
to me my photo was taken<br />
and appeared in the paper the<br />
following day. I looked just like my<br />
dad on a previous occasion long<br />
before in a photo that shows him<br />
peering quizzically at Mrs. Trudeau.<br />
If these are the final words that<br />
fall upon my sheaf of paper I can always<br />
make the claim that the Right<br />
Honourable Pierre Trudeau referred<br />
to my writing as eloquent and<br />
sincere. It was never a surprise to me<br />
that Richard [Gwynn] adopted the<br />
word magus in referring to him. As<br />
my mother says, aptly and simply,<br />
"he was quite a boy". It is a<br />
compliment he would enjoy. He was<br />
many things that certain critics<br />
claimed he was not.<br />
18 and over category<br />
Judge Rick Taylor<br />
Mr. Trudeau was a deeply<br />
emotional man, and he was anything<br />
but arrogant. Yes the Jesuits told<br />
those boys that they were the leaders,<br />
but an arrogant boy that does not<br />
make. Pierre Trudeau was a figure<br />
who represented the true meaning of<br />
humility, and if this comment evokes<br />
rage and disbelief in certain readers,<br />
then good I say, good; not to put you<br />
down, because that is wrong, but<br />
rather to enlighten. And if you think<br />
now, that I am being arrogant, you<br />
are sadly mistaken. Humility is<br />
nothing more than a true assessment<br />
of one's own strengths and<br />
weaknesses; of one's qualities, and<br />
in so doing, to enjoy a true<br />
appreciation of others. What<br />
appeared to be arrogance, was, on<br />
the contrary, a person who decided<br />
to embrace the light; and in so doing,<br />
had a great time dancing and<br />
pirouetting across an international<br />
stage, showing each and every one of<br />
us what was available to us if we<br />
chose to embrace our [own] light.<br />
Arrogant? No. One of the brightest<br />
lights I have ever seen? Absolutely.<br />
For a man to stand head and<br />
shoulders above everyone else at<br />
international gatherings in terms of<br />
his ability to consider ideologies and<br />
beliefs far different than his own is<br />
the antithesis of arrogance. That is<br />
humility in action. Ask Nelson<br />
Mandela or [Mikhail] Gorbachev<br />
what they think about this, and they<br />
will agree.<br />
There are those too who would<br />
say that Mr. Trudeau }mew nothing<br />
of self sacrifice. To me he [was] the<br />
embodiment of self sacrifice. How<br />
could it not be so? How easy it<br />
would have been for him to spend a<br />
lifetime in coffee shops talking<br />
philosophy and literature; something<br />
that was a real option for him. If ever<br />
there were a human being who<br />
understood what discipline and selfsacrifice<br />
means, it was Pierre Elliot<br />
Trudeau. To become the fascinating<br />
human being that he was would require<br />
nothing less. Some people<br />
strive to be the Prime Minister. Mr.<br />
Trudeau strove to be a whole person.<br />
An honest man. Someone who did<br />
not want to become the Prime<br />
Minister. How wonderful!<br />
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