Category: That’s life
If denizens of Canada’s Parliamentary Press Gallery used the Victoria Day weekend to visit with family and friends back home, they will have noticed a vast gulf between their impression of elbowgate and the views of citizens at large.
Gallery reporters pounced on Prime Minister Trudeau’s gaff with alacrity rarely displayed during the dark decade of Harper. CBC reporter Catherine Cullen pronounced it “clearly the worst day this prime minister has had in office.” Many early reports ignored the role of the NDP in provoking the confrontation, and failed to indicate Trudeau’s elbowing of MP Ruth Ellen Brosseau was inadvertent—though the video makes this incontrovertible.
One-sided initial accounts were followed by editorials condemning Trudeau and declaring his honeymoon over. At Maclean’s, Paul Wells called his behaviour “loutish,” a “hissy fit,” and worse than anything Harper ever did in the House. (To his credit, Wells was one of the first to note the NDP were “buttering the bread of their grievance a yard thick.”) Aaron Wherry wrote that Trudeau’s misstep reflected such “character traits” as “impatience, impulsiveness, bravado, pugnacity.” He suggested it might become symbolic “of something deeply wrong with the Trudeau government.” Writing in The Guardian, the normally moderate Stephen Maher called Trudeau’s behaviour “thuggish.” And on it went.
Perhaps Parliament Hill regulars discounted the NDP’s juvenile jockeying to keep Conservative Whip Gord Brown from taking his seat because such stuff and nonsense is so commonplace in the House, but the public is not so jaded. In a widely shared blog post, NDP supporter Rob McCaghren of Nanaimo wrote:
Watching Tom Mulcair and his caucus create a wall of bodies with which to block Conservative whip Gordon Brown from getting to his seat for the vote on bill C-14 was like watching a clique of jocks blocking the new kid from getting to his locker. Or the shy kid from getting out of the washroom. It was weird, passive aggressive, and horribly childish….
While I can’t say PM Trudeau was in the right to cross the floor like he did, I absolutely understand why he did. Seeing this display of prepubescent posturing, he walked over, took Gordon Brown by the elbow, escorted him through a crowd of grown adults acting like children, and sent him on to his seat with a pat on the shoulder so the vote could go ahead. The way I saw it, it was a gesture of assistance–the NDP acting like brats, grinning and smirking while blocking the path between a whip and his seat, and the Prime Minister of Canada–an elected leader of the country who has the task of leading–comes over and puts an end to their silliness by getting Brown to his seat.
Press gallery reporters have been chafing under the PM’s extended honeymoon. They don’t like Justin nearly as much as the public does, and some were overly eager to take him down a peg.
In any case, Trudeau responded with a string of increasingly abject apologies for his odd behaviour, which is what the public wants in such a circumstance, while tone deaf opposition MPs milked the episode with quavering voices and offensive attempts to conflate the events with the deadly serious issue of violence against women.
Given the sexist slime that rains down on young women caught up in such events, I’m reluctant to criticize Brosseau. She has been an exemplary MP whose work and determination put the lie to the classist, ageist derision that greeted her accidental election in 2011. That makes it doubly disappointing to see her embrace the role of victim.
The best summary of the public reaction I’ve seen came in a public Facebook post by Cape Bretoner Molly Johnson:
1. In Grade 9, my class and I travelled to Ottawa to see Parliament. We sat in on Question Period and I remember very clearly that we fourteen and fifteen year olds who could barely sit still were decidedly more mature than those on the floor. Parliament is not a civilized place. It could be, it should be, but for the most part it’s a bunch of bickering children. I’m fairly certain this is common knowledge, just it would seem, not to the Parliamentarians themselves.
2. At Whole Foods one time, I was collecting a stack of baskets from under a register, and as I stood up and turned with them (perhaps a bit too exuberantly) I smacked an unsuspecting customer right in the chest. Being the sort of person whose default is to say I’m sorry regardless of who is at fault, I obviously apologized immediately, asked if she was okay, the whole rigamarole. As far as I could tell, she was pretty unscathed, but immediately saw she might benefit from my mistake. She demanded a manager and cried bloody murder about me till they gave her free parking or groceries or something. The first time I apologized, I absolutely meant it—I definitely didn’t intend to hit her. Funnily enough, the longer it went on, the less sorry I felt.
3. Sitting on the subway one day, a person close to me got up abruptly, their bag swung wildly, hit my face, and sent my glasses flying onto the floor. They exited the car none the wiser, I eventually found my glasses, and despite feeling a bit disgruntled, carried on with my day. Two pearls of wisdom from my youth: Accidents happen + Don’t cry over spilt milk.
4. There are actual people with actual problems in the world.
5. For the first time in a long time, I see qualities in our Prime Minister which I know in myself, for better or for worse. I much prefer this to anything else currently on offer (except for Elizabeth May, she da bomb). I definitely prefer it to the soulless backroom dictatorship of one Stephen Harper. How wonderfully normal that our Prime Minister has recognizable emotions. How refreshing that he would take ownership of his actions, even when others share the blame. If I was Trudeau and this was my worst day in office so far, I’d pop some champagne.
I doubt Trudeau is popping champagne, but Wednesday’s fracas damaged him less and the NDP more than media coverage suggests.
The men and women who report on Parliament need to get out more.
I’m going to test my technical skills to live stream the start—and with luck, the finish—of the Blue Nose Marathon’s invitation-only, 5K “showcase” for elite wheelchair athletes, beginning Saturday at 2:45 p.m.
You can watch on your iPhone, iPad, or Android device. Download the free Periscope app, log with your Twitter account, and follow me at @kempthead.
Gus Reed, the disability rights activist who makes his home in Nova Scotia half the year, can’t be in Halifax tomorrow to witness this first-ever event. Since he single-handedly prodded ScotiaBank and the Blue Nose committee into their long overdue gesture toward equal treatment, I wanted to find a way for him to watch. Periscope seems to be it.
The race, which features Canadian Josh Cassidy, holder of the all-time record for the fastest time at the Boston Marathon, promises to be exciting. Please join me on Periscope.
Thursday evening, I drove to an event 12 kilometres west of Parrsboro along the Bay of Fundy shore, one of the great drives of Nova Scotia. In the village of Diligent River, this structure stopped me cold:
Leave a book, take a book is the idea.
As I’ve since learned, Little Public Libraries are a thing, pioneered seven years ago by Todd Bol of Hudson, Wisconsin, who built the first one in the shape of a one-room schoolhouse as a tribute to his mother, a teacher who liked to read.
Bol made a few more for friends, and the idea spread like a Fort Mac fire in the age of climate change. Bt the start of this year, there were 36,000 registered Little Free Libraries in Canada and the US, including about a dozen in Nova Scotia. Many more are unregistered, like the one I stumbled upon in Diligent River.
Turns out the Little Free Libraries didn’t just facilitate reading, they also shored up the sense of community in rural hamlets and urban neighbourhoods.
“I didn’t expect to meet people,” Nicole MacDonald of Higgins St. in Truro told Chronicle-Herald freelancer Jennifer Taplin in 2013, after her husband built an LFL.
“They frequently knock on her door to ask her about the little library in her front yard,” Taplin reported. “A man brought to her attention a book he found in there called How to Build a Flying Saucer. A four-year-old boy left a thank-you note, and she was invited to [a neighbour’s] house for tea.”
As of yet, there are no registered Little Free Libraries in Cape Breton, but we’ll fix that this summer.
If the Scotiabank Blue Nose Marathon Society ran Major League Baseball, Jackie Robinson might be allowed to participate in a “base-stealing showcase” on the sidelines of the World Series or the All-Star Game.
That’s the kind of circumscribed role the Blue Nose Society has grudgingly afforded wheelchair athletes at this year’s event: a 5K, invitation-only, “showcase” for elite wheelchair racers.
Mind you, it still promises to be an exciting race. I’m looking forward to seeing the fastest wheelchair marathoner in the world, Canadian Josh Cassidy. He won the 2012 Boston Marathon wheelchair division in 1 hour, 18 minutes, 25 seconds—the fastest wheelchair marathon ever recorded.
The photo at the top of this post shows Cassidy crossing the finish line in Boston. It’s not counted as a world record, Wikipedia explains, only because the Boston Marathon course is deemed ineligible for world records.
Nova Scotia para athlete Ben Brown will also take part in Saturday’s wheelchair event. The speed of these exceptionally accomplished sportsmen is going to open some sleepy Nova Scotia eyes.
But, seriously, is this baby step the best our sports establishment can do? The Boston Marathon has had a wheelchair division of its main event since 1975, London since 1983, New York City since 2000. Tokyo, Germany, and Chicago all have wheelchair divisions for their full 26-mile, 385-yard main events.
Nearly half a century after the breakthrough in Boston, Halifax will hold a 5K “showcase.” All the other events this weekend—men, women, old people, children, 2K, 4K, 5K, 10K, half and full marathons—are called “races.” Wheelchair users, including one of the finest athletes in the world, are consigned to a “showcase.” And you have to scour the Blue Nose website to find any mention of it. How fitting for North America’s most inaccessible city.
Enough patronizing! Scotiabank and the Blue Nose society must move to full wheelchair participation in time for next year’s races.
Note: This year’s Blue Nose wheelchair event will start on Sackville Street, near Queen, at 2:55 p.m., Saturday.
Lately I’ve felt twinges of regret for naming my blog “Contrarian,” since the word so frequently connotes sophomoric opposition for the sake of opposing. Thus I was relieved to discover science journalist John Horgan’s delightful piece on the Scientific American website titled: Dear “Skeptics,” Bash Homeopathy and Bigfoot Less, Mammograms and War More:
I’m a science journalist. I don’t celebrate science, I criticize it, because science needs critics more than cheerleaders. I point out gaps between scientific hype and reality. That keeps me busy, because, as you know, most peer-reviewed scientific claims are wrong….
“The Science Delusion” is common among Capital-S Skeptics. You don’t apply your skepticism equally. You are extremely critical of belief in God, ghosts, heaven, ESP, astrology, homeopathy and Bigfoot. You also attack disbelief in global warming, vaccines and genetically modified food.
These beliefs and disbeliefs deserve criticism, but they are what I call “soft targets.” That’s because, for the most part, you’re bashing people outside your tribe, who ignore you. You end up preaching to the converted.
Meanwhile, you neglect what I call hard targets. These are dubious and even harmful claims promoted by major scientists and institutions.
Horgan goes on to debunk string theory and multiverse theory (theoretical frameworks for physics backed by Stephen Hawking), simulation (a notion advocated by Neil de Grasse Tyson that our universe is a simulation created by super-intelligent aliens), and singularity (the proposition promoted by Google Engineering Director Ray Kurzweil that that “we’re on the verge of digitizing our psyches and uploading them into computers, where we can live forever”).
Turning to medicine, Horgan dismisses the crazy belief that American medicine is the best in the world before challenging the efficacy of mammograms and PSA screening tests, and denouncing the psychiatric profession for transforming itself into Big Pharma’s marketing department.
Finally he attacks some recent scientific bumpf positing that humans are genetically programmed to pursue warfare. War, he argues, is the hardest target of all.
You might also think that religious fanaticism—and especially Muslim fanaticism–is the greatest threat to peace. That’s the claim of religion-bashers like Dawkins, Krauss, Sam Harris, Jerry Coyne and the late, great warmonger Christopher Hitchens.
The United States, I submit, is the greatest threat to peace. Since 9/11, U.S. wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan have killed 370,000 people. That includes more than 210,000 civilians, many of them children. These are conservative estimates….
In the last century, prominent scientists spoke out against U.S. militarism and called for the end of war. Scientists like Einstein, Linus Pauling, and the great skeptic Carl Sagan. Where are their successors? Noam Chomsky is still bashing U.S. imperialism, but he’s almost 90. He needs help!
Maybe the reason I’ve always loved bashing homeopathy is that it’s just so darned easy. The much harder task is to look skeptically at beliefs we hold dear. There’s plenty of that in Horgan’s piece. Read the whole thing, and thanks to Alicia Penney for pointing it out.
Note to readers: I have a lengthening backlog of topics for blog posts, including: Newly appointed Nalcor saviour Stan Marshall’s almost certainly bogus claim that he’ll consider scrapping the Muskrat Falls project; a long and revealing interview with the Chronicle-Herald’s much-demonized CEO Mark Lever; a couple of practical suggestions for dialing back wasteful and authoritarian security precautions at airports and the Nova Scotia Legislature; a curious note about highway sign fonts; the media gang-up on anyone who dares suggest the Fort Mac fires should spark action to fight climate change; Nova Scotia’s disappearing gas stations; the refusal of the Minister of Environment and the Chief Medical Officer of Health to enforce restaurant washroom standards; how failure to follow tendering rules led to the McNeil Government’s first financial fiasco; and a skeptical—yes, skeptical—look at the confidence racket by which we establish judicial salaries in Canada. Phew!
I aspire to greater diligence, but the truth is I’m better at dreaming up blog post topics than I am at getting them written. Also, the pay isn’t great here at Contrarian World HQ, and the older I get, the less urgency I detect for the world to receive my opinions. I will try to do better, but you probably have time to duck out for a puff.
The Muskrat Falls hydro project in Labrador is the mainstay, keystone, and linchpin of Nova Scotia’s energy plan for the next half century. It promises enormous benefits for us—and for Newfoundland—in a setting where no practical alternative exists. Without it, the mainmast snaps, the arch collapses, and the wheels come off.
That’s why last week’s reckless blustering by Stan Marshall, newly appointed CEO of Nalcor, Newfoundland’s troubled government-owned energy corporation, about possible cancelation of the half-built project, ought to alarm Premier Stephen McNeil.
[Disclosure: In 2011 and 2012, I carried out writing projects for Emera Inc., involving the Maritime Link, the undersea cable that will deliver Muskrat Falls power to Nova Scotia and beyond.]
Muskrat Falls is an 824 megawatt generating station on the Lower Churchill River in Labrador. New transmission lines, including two undersea links, will connect it to Newfoundland and Nova Scotia, and thence to New Brunswick and New England. An additional line will connect Muskrat Falls to Labrador’s Churchill Falls generating station, and from there to Quebec and the rest of North America.
This new power loop will, for the first time, give Newfoundland and Nova Scotia a robust connection to the North American power grid. With that will come access to market-priced electricity when local sources are unavailable or overly expensive (as they have been for much of our recent history).
This represents a huge change in our energy regime. Newfoundland currently enjoys no electrical connection to the rest of the world. Nova Scotia has only a slender connection to New Brunswick along a power corridor so congested with electricity bound for Moncton and PEI as to be all but unavailable for delivering electricity to Nova Scotia.
In return for building the 124 km Maritime Link under the Cabot Strait, Emera will get enough power to close most of Nova Scotia’s remaining coal-fired plants, an eventuality Ottawa forced us to plan for even under the climate-change-skeptical Harper government.
Getting off coal means Nova Scotia power consumers will no longer be sending hundreds of millions of dollars a year to sketchy mine operators in countries with dubious labor laws and human rights records.
Replacing coal with hydro will increase the amount of fuel-free wind power we can add to our system. Wind turbines require backup power for times when the wind isn’t blowing. Coal plants can’t provide that backup because they turn on and off too slowly, but hydro makes an ideal backup supply.
Newfoundland’s new connection to the North American grid will enable it to close the decrepit, 45-year-old, oil-fired plant at Holyrood, which is long past its best-before date. It opens the way to continued development of Newfoundland and Labrador’s vast, untapped wind and hydro power potential.
Ultimately, power from Muskrat Falls will help us bridge to the day, decades from now, when tidal power becomes an economical source of electricity. When that happens, Nova Scotia, as custodian of the largest tidal power supply in the world, will become a green energy behemoth.
Unfortunately, the new Liberal governments in Nova Scotia and Newfoundland have both focused on the short-term political goal of finding fault with their predecessors. In Nova Scotia, this meant pre-election pandering to public hatred of Nova Scotia Power with invidious criticism of everything from Muskrat Falls and the Maritime Link to energy conservation programs and rate increases caused by greening the grid.
In Newfoundland, lower oil prices have slammed the economy twice: decimating offshore oil revenues and curbing remittances from oil-industry workers who travel back and forth to Alberta. That led to a fiscal meltdown, and a provincial budget filled with tax increases and service cuts. Premier Dwight Ball thought it clever to blame the mess on cost overruns at Muskrat Falls.
To reign in those cost overruns, Ball brought in Marshall, who, as CEO of a rival energy company, Fortis Inc., had publicly opposed Muskrat Falls. Within minutes of his appointment, and before studying any of the the complex, multi-party contracts governing the Muskrat Falls and the Maritime Link, Marshall was musing about killing the half-built project.
Next: How serious is Marshall?
Male ruby-throated Hummingbirds began appearing on mainland Nova Scotia last week, according to the first arrival map at Hummingbird.net. It’s only a matter of days before we get word of a Caper hummer.
Males, which are easily distinguished by their iridescent red throats, arrive ahead of the females. Nova Scotia’s first hummer of the year appeared on April 19, and half a dozen more have been reported since. Each early report is recorded with a dot, colour-coded in half-month increments, so its easy to track the northward progress.
The hummers that entertain us at feeders for the next five months likely spent the winter in Mexico, in Central America, or on Caribbean islands. For most, the migration included an astounding, non-stop flight across the Gulf of Mexico, which ornithologists believe they complete in 18-20 hours. (The widespread yarn about hitchhiking on larger birds is, apparently, a myth.)
The little birds that make this twice-a-year, 5,000 kilometre trek, weigh a shade over three grams. If you could fit them into an envelope, you could mail eight of them with a first-class stamp.
Hummingbird.net has been tracking the northern hummer migration for 20 years, so the site has a somewhat dated look and feel. It contains links to all the previous maps, so you can look for trends—although it may be hard to tell which changes are real, and which are merely the result of better reporting.
One interesting development is the appearance of Ruby-throated hummingbirds in Newfoundland and Labrador, previously thought to be outside their range. The first Newfoundland hummer appeared on the 2004 map, eight years into the project. Another showed up in 2006, and then 2011. Last year there were reports throughout the island of Newfoundland, and one in southern Labrador.
Lanny Chambers, the St. Louis man who maintains the site, believes window feeders serve a useful purpose:
Ruby-throats are intensely inquisitive and thus easily attracted to feeders, where males in particular typically display aggressive territoriality toward rival hummers, other birds, and even insects such as bees, butterflies, and sphinx moths.
They quickly become accustomed to human presence, and will swoop down to investigate red articles of clothing, possibly as potential food sources. Feeders hung at windows attract as many visitors as ones farther from structures, and the bird that claims a feeder as its territory may spend much of the day perched nearby, guarding the food source against intruders.
Many hummingbird watchers find “Hummer Warz” endlessly entertaining, although the chases are obviously serious business to the hungry birds. For a short period immediately after fledging, a female will tolerate the presence of her own young at the feeder, but they are soon treated the same as other adult birds – as rivals in pursuit of the food necessary to prepare for the fall migration.
If you spot a male hummer in Cape Breton over the next few days, Chambers invites reports using this form.
Saturday I happened upon a huge lineup for Sydney’s latest Chase-the-Ace spectacle and came away with mixed feelings. Cape Breton readers were sharply divided. Earlier I published some thoughts from participants who think it’s all good fun. Today, the dark side, starting with a resident of far northern Cape Breton:
I’ve heard about all the fun to be had, from friends, relatives and acquaintances who regularly drove the two hours from here to Inverness, but these Chases seem to me to be business as usual. Money isn’t trickling down from the 1%, so the lower-earning half of the 99% (wild guess) circulate what they have among themselves.
Lots of gas gets burned getting there, winners win more money than they need while the losers get nothing, half the money goes toward causes that shouldn’t have to count on gambling for survival, while dozens of small non-profits that aren’t sexy struggle to carry on. Hearts are warmed, the status quo is maintained. Reminds me of those desperate little villages in the Hunger Games.
A retired United Church Minister responds:
Hunger Games is a good reference here. These lotteries are the latest canary in the coal mine sign of how wretched things really are in Cape Breton.
What it leads to is a reliance on magical thinking with regard to personal and wider community problems. Is is possible that too many people have just given up on believing there can be truly innovative solutions to economic conditions here and are saying “What the hell? Maybe the lottery will pay off?”
I really wish people—including the organizers of Chase the Ace lotteries—would refrain from holding up the “donation to charity” point as if it’s some justification for the blatant exploitation of peoples’ greed. If you want to give to a charity, give 100% of your donation. If you want to throw your money away, leave charities out of it.
Along the same lines, how about putting aside the sentiment “at least the money is staying here” when a local person wins. Who knows if it’s staying here when one person has it?
The far northern Cape Bretoner:
I see people’s participation more as hunger for community than as greed for money. Unfortunately what they’re getting out of it is a series of parties rather than building a more sustainable community.
The retired minister:
But what has any of this genuine fun to do with a lottery? Surely there can be events that brings folks together without requiring them to throw away money with virtually no chance of a return?
Last word to an activist Cape Breton physician:
You didn’t meet the lady I did who was on welfare and spent $200 on Chase-the-Ace tickets (her kids’ lunch money for a few weeks). Any gambling has this side effect. Gambling moves money around but doesn’t produce any. And the people who are the most desperate, poorly educated/cognizant, and the worst at math, end up spending the highest percentage of their income on tickets.
1) Standing in a line isn’t “social” any more than going for groceries is. There are far better things to do if someone wants to be “social.”
2) It’s not “to support charity” (an excuse many people use for buying tickets). If you want to support the charity, give the $20 to the charity, and they get $20, instead of $10 if you buy a chase-the-ace ticket (the other half going to the winners) If one wants to support charity, why can’t one just go ahead and do it without the promise of a big payoff for oneself.
3) The basic premise of wanting something for nothing is a sad part of CB and Nfld culture (maybe why these things are so successful here?).
4) The thought that more money = more happiness has been debunked long ago. If someone is dirt poor and living in an alley, it’s true. Beyond the basics, it isn’t. In fact, study after study says most lottery jackpot winners end up less happy (interesting reading).
OK, one more. The whole discussion reminds one Cape Breton musician of this beautiful chestnut:
[Video link: https://youtu.be/3Xg2v_T2XH8]
That’s all for now. Thanks to everyone who weighed in.
After watching an astonishingly long lineup for Chase-the-Ace at a Sydney mall Saturday, I offered the following conclusion.
Unlike Atlantic Lotto’s slot machines, Chase-the-Ace won’t drive anyone to addiction, financial ruin, or suicide.
Still, it was sobering to see so many of my fellow Capers willing to endure such a humiliating lineup for such an extreme long shot chance at instant wealth. I don’t want to be a spoilsport, but the whole thing felt sad.
Contrarian’s Cape Breton readers are sharply divided on both points: whether it’s harmful, and whether it’s sad. Today, we’ll hear from readers think it’s mostly harmless fun.
Several commenters noted that lineups at the other eight ticket outlets were much shorter, but many people apparently prefer the allegedly festive atmosphere of the mall’s Brobdingnagian queue.
[T]his, whatever it is, has turned into a social outing. The lines aren’t so much a waste of time as something else—meeting people, talking, dreaming about what you’d do if you won, people watching, etc.
It was actually kind of fun. I hadn’t gone to the mall before because of the crowds, but a friend convinced me to go and have a bite to eat afterwards. So we chatted all the way along the line, I think the main discussion was about fashion memories of the 70s and 80s. Time flew by.
A Sydney lawyer who took in Chase-the-Ace at the Horizon Achievment Centre, one of the lottery’s beneficiaries, wrote:
I sat with two of my sisters and with several friends, played card games, had my fortune read, ate delicious food prepared by the staff of the Horizon Achievement Centre, had a beer, and generally was not bored. I spent money at at least four retail establishments en route and generally felt as though I contributed to a good cause…
Friends who lined up at the Mall reported having a great time talking to complete strangers and carrying on. I also noted that the folks at the Legion were singing along to The Island, etc., square dancing, and also having fun.
Tomorrow: the dark side.
Earlier this month, I criticized former Health Minister and interim NDP leader Maureen MacDonald for her deliberate snub of incoming leader Gary Burrill as she made her abrupt departure from the legislature. This drew an indignant response from a longtime backer of the party’s demoralized Dexter faction.
Nevertheless, NDP insiders know the snub was real, deliberate, and gratuitous. For his part, Burrill hasn’t exactly embraced the Dexter supporters he so soundly defeated.
Now comes an interesting footnote from
Dartmouth Halifax resident Allison Brewer, who served as leader of the New Brunswick New Democratic Party for an unhappy year in 2006-2007 2005-2006. In a letter to Contrarian, Brewer writes that she, too, was the victim of door-slamming as the leader she replaced took her leave:
No one wanted to take over the reins of the party after [outgoing leader] Elizabeth Weir announced she would be stepping down as leader, while keeping her lone NDP seat in the legislature.
There were a lot of good reasons for me not to run—reasons I outlined for Elizabeth during an early morning meeting I was summoned to so she could discuss with me the issue of leadership. When I argued I didn’t have the kind of political experience needed to take it on, she assured me she would be at my side as my personal mentor.
I jumped in and the party found two people to volunteer to run against me so it would look like a real race. I was elated the night I won, and dumbfounded three weeks later when Elizabeth announced she was resigning her seat immediately to take a government appointment. Like Gary, I had almost no notice and little time to prepare for a significant gap in leadership.
Even before Elizabeth settled into her new position, she abandoned her mentorship role and never returned my calls.
I was never able to secure a seat and managed to lead my party to historic lows. My lack of experience, inability to speak French in an officially bilingual province, and my public role in the abortion and LGBT rights movements, all played out the way I had predicted during that early morning conversation with Elizabeth.
Following Weir’s departure, the NDP has never won a provincial seat in New Brunswick.
Brewer thinks her biggest mistake was not to run in the byelection to fill Weir’s Saint John Harbour seat, which Weir had won four times. She urges Burrill to seek MacDonald’s vacated Halifax Needham seat when Premier Stephen McNeil calls a byelection.
There are likely a lot of NDP leaning voters in Halifax Needham ready to right the wrong from the last federal election when they turned their backs on Megan Leslie in an attempt to oust Harper. The riding woke up that post-election morning realizing it had made a colossal mistake in voting strategically and losing arguably one of the best politicians in the country.
Meanwhile, back in the caucus office, Gary has a lot of work to do. Whether Maureen will be able to bury the hatchet remains to be seen. It’s not looking good on that front so far with her abrupt and rather classless departure. And make no mistake. If she were giving up the seat to make way for the new leader, she would have given him more than a day’s notice. That’s the way it’s done.
Let’s hope that here in Nova Scotia, the caucus and party members who didn’t support Gary for the leadership are able to put that behind them and make way for the new guy. He may lack experience but seems to have a whole lot of class.
Running in Halifax would be a risky move for Burrill. While it should be hospitable territory for the NDP, it is clear Burrill can’t count on help from MacDonald. Running and losing in Needham would be an inauspicious start to his leadership, less than a year before an expected general election. Consider the fate of former NDP leader Helen MacDonald, forced out after she lost a Cape Breton North byelection to then political novice Cecil Clarke.
Avoiding such internecine wrangling is why it is the winner’s job to reach out to the losers after battle. Burrill hasn’t done that so far, and he may pay the price as the Dexter debacle continues to take its toll.
UPDATE & CORRECTION: The original version of this post misstated Allison Brewer’s city of residence and the year she spent as leader of the New Brunswick NDP. Apologies for the errors.