At last-the big move in an al-Canadian energy game
Peter C. Newman
Out of the welter of confusion, confrontation and chaos that has followed Allan MacEachen’s first budget, one new element has emerged: Canadians at last have an energy policy we can call our own. The happy fact is that, alone among the world’s industrialized nations, Canada has a realistic opportunity of achieving self-sufficiency in energy by 1990.
With the federal deficit at $14 billion and growing, the motto in Ottawa has been: the buck slops here. But last week a new brouhaha was begun. Please understand, first of all, that no matter what they called it, what happened was not a budget. Oh, they locked up 242 journalists in an Ottawa train station where the trains don’t run anymore, filled them with brackish coffee and brave talk, formed pillars of paper around the place, but spoke not a jot about the normal stuff of budgets.
'There’s a danger of kids being shortchanged in favor of the old’
Last year, during International Year of the Child, it was trendy to focus, albeit briefly, on the needs of kids. But as IYC fades from memory, I see an alarming erosion of support for child welfare services in Canada. The focus is shifting away from children as the number of elderly Canadians grows, and there’s a danger of kids being shortchanged in favor of the old.
Rift Valley Nehai Sowakla, a 40-year-old Masai woman from Kenya’s Rift Valley, needs no reminding of the importance of clean, accessible water. Every morning she sets off after breakfast, an old oil drum on her back, on a eight-kilometre hike to a spring.
A Lyon in winter: the Tory’s Tory bows down to his makers
The world can he divided into good guys and the Commies
For the liberal-left eastern media establishment—and its friends in Pierre Trudeau’s cabinet, in the universities and among Toronto’s beau monde—Manitoba’s resolutely rightwing premier, Sterling Rufus Lyon, is regarded as everything from a troubling anachronism to a dangerous loony.
In 1906, the Canadian government paid $175,000 for what were almost the last Plains buffalo in the world, descendants of four calves rescued by an American Indian 30 years before. Getting the herd to Canada was no small project. Hired at $5 a day by the American owners, 75 cowboys went whooping across the Flathead reservations of Montana.
Tony the Ant is in trouble again. One day last month he joined his wife and family for dinner in Diamond Lil’s restaurant, which just happens to be in Sam’s Town Casino on the strip in Las Vegas. But the five-foot four-inch “Ant” is banned by the state of Nevada from ever setting foot inside a casino, and so has been charged with gross misdemeanor and will appear in court later this month.
In my opinion, the front cover of your Sept. 15 issue (Alberta Demands Its Due) was totally out of proportion. It is not Premier Peter Lougheed who is Canada’s (or, for that matter, anyone else’s) hero—it is Terry Fox. You should have given him his due by giving him prominence on the cover.
Maclean’s: What do you think of television? Znaimer: It’s one of the pervasive tools of the age, as pervasive as money. A lot of people imagined that TV’s high moment came with Marshall McLuhan. It was thought then that TV’s decade had passed. Now everybody knows that’s not true and that we stand on the threshold of even more significant breakthroughs than 15 years ago.
George Hislop is an unremarkable man in his early 50s, an affable man with a pleasant, ready smile. An aldermanic candidate in this week’s municipal elections in Toronto, Hislop is a standard, slightly left-of-centre liberal politician who talks about day care and education, housing and tenants rights, parks and planning.
Having pre-taped the television address, Peter Lougheed retires to his Calgary apartment to watch himself deliver an ultimatum to Pierre Trudeau: a new energy deal or an oil cutback. In Ottawa, meanwhile, the prime minister goes out to a posh dinner at the National Arts Centre to mark the 10th anniversary of the International Development Research Centre.
At 7:15 a.m., the first reporters and photographers started arriving on Broadcast Hill in Calgary to await Premier Peter Lougheed, due to tape his message to Albertans in the wake of the federal budget. The curdled pink sunrise over the city that oil built was breathtaking.
"We worked on that a lot," Marc Lalonde remarked last week. "We wanted the message to get across quite clearly.” It took several tries but the energy department finally got it the way the minister wanted it. Blunt. In the most sweeping government intervention into Canadian industry since the Second World War, the Trudeau cabinet has gambled it can finesse control of the petroleum industry out of the hands of the multinationals.
Harvard experience only seems mandatory for people intent on Canadianizing the oil industry. Among key players in last week’s patriation proposals, Finance Minister Allan MacEachen went to MIT: Energy Minister Marc Lalonde studied at Oxford; Ian Stewart, deputy minister of finance, graduated from Oxford and Cornell and taught at Dartmouth; Petro-Canada President Bill Hopper earned a geology degree from Washington’s American U. and worked at Arthur D. Little in Cambridge, Mass.
It was as if a lighted match had been tossed into the oil patch. The sweeping energy proposals announced in last week’s budget, which sounded “a lot like socialism” to executives such as David Mitchell, president of Alberta Energy Company Ltd., ignited a mass hysteria in the oil and gas industry.
The rusty Greek freighter tied up at the wharf in Summerside, P.E.I., could have been any of the exotically flagged ships that visit the little port each fall to take on cargoes of potatoes, the Island’s most famous product. Instead, the load being swung into the hold of the Apolon was potato packaging.
Last July,’ Winnipeg bookkeeper Elaine Publicover waved goodbye to her 13-year-old son, Tommy, as he flew off to Lahr, West Germany, to see his father, Earl, a master corporal with the Canadian Armed Forces. The Publicovers have been separated for six years and Elaine has interim custody of Tommy, as well as twin daughters and another son, 19.
The quality that allows most federal politicians to survive their grimy trade is a profound sense of detachment. Issues and principles dissolve into cynical responses to the call of each passing hour; private lives are relegated to a form of distraction.
His Worship the mayor of Hamilton rockets into the Hamilton and District Home Builders’ Association luncheon. Propelled to the podium by backslaps, he touches down briefly to congratulate the assembly on its plans for a home show: “When the poor kids of Hamilton decide to do anything, they do it better than anyone!”
In the midst of the anger and spleen vented throughout Western Canada in the wake of the unpopular federal budget, British Columbia residents were rewarded with a small tidbit of good news last week from the most unexpected of quarters. British Columbia Resources Investment Corp. (BCRIC) — itself the recent focus of a near provincial scandal—announced the appointment of one of Canada’s leading young corporate stars as its new president.
In one of his final appointments before election day, President Jimmy Carter picked A.W. (Tom) Clausen as the next president of the World Bank. The announcement late last week that he was nominating the highly respected president of the Bank of America disappointed many hopefuls.
Legend suggests that King Arthur’s mentor, Merlin the magician, was the son of an incubus—an evil spirit that comes in the night, taking human form to procreate. But who would suspect that a fresh-faced woman in 20th-century TV ads for everything from air freshener to sugarless gum would also turn out to be the daughter of a dreaded creepy-crawly.
The public pronouncements of Anwar Sadat have never failed to astonish. Into meandering monologues that run for as long as four hours, he is wont to drop explosive pearls—here, the news of the historic pilgrimage to Jerusalem; there, the bulletin of some new government policy which most surprises the very cabinet minister charged with its implementation.
By week’s end it was all over bar the shooting. After nine months of violence-marred campaigning, Jamaica’s opposition Labour Party (JLP) had swept to power in the most dramatic upset in the nation’s history. Partial returns gave the JLP 51 of the 60 parliamentary seats, and at least 57 per cent of the popular vote.
They had hauled Poland back from the brink once again, but the men slumped around the negotiating table in the council of ministers’ building in Warsaw early Saturday morning knew the reprieve might be only short-lived. After 11 hours of talks, described as the “toughest ever” in the ongoing conflict between the government and Poland’s wayward workers, nobody could swear for sure that a national strike called for Nov. 12 had truly been staved off.
It was as recently as the 1950s that apartheid's stern ideological guru, former premier Hendrik Verwoerd, declared that there would never be a permanent urban black population in “white” South Africa. But last week, Black Affairs Minister Pieter Koornhof sat in front of Verwoerd’s picture in the press briefing room in Pretoria and outlined changes in the so-called “pass” laws that recognized that very phenomenon.
Canada seems to have become deeply entwined in a decade-long effort by Soviet espionage agents aimed at California’s Silicon Valley, the birthplace of the microcomputer technology that revolutionized Western military hardware. Often barred from purchasing equipment or know-how directly, the Soviets have turned to secret deals and smuggling.
Outside of Philadelphians, and perhaps the few idealists who still see in the Olympic flame something more than an invitation to assorted political hustlers and over-muscled steroid poppers, there can be little argument about which is the world’s premier sports event.
For most people badminton is a game played in sunny backyards, the flimsy poles supporting the net forever drooping, the player with the wind usually winning. The only relation of the backyard game to that played by the top amateurs and professionals is that the equipment is vaguely similar.
Despite the scarcity of recorded output (one direct-to-disc album in 1976), Rough Trade (Carole Pope and Kevan Staples) enjoys a remarkably avid following. This album fails to elucidate why. The 10 original tunes, typically concerned with threatening sex, are sometimes musically agile but Pope’s pose is overwrought.
COME HAVE COFFEE WITH US Directed by Alberto Lattuada
This enfeebled Italian farce, starring Ugo Tognazzi (the long-suffering nightclub owner of the hit, La Cage aux Folles) is a fleshy comedy gone anorexic. Thanks to the suavely vulgar character created by Tognazzi there are funny moments, but for the most part the film, a fable of hot women and greedy men, is unsuccessfully stranded between black humor and a bawdy Boccaccio tale.
If the professor is missing from the faculty lounge next week, he’s not necessarily pruning his prize lecture on The Rape of the Lock. He may be in court, defending his right to remain at his post. And the fat volumes under his arm aren’t necessarily a learned treatise.
Since seven o’clock in the morning, the 31-year-old woman has been sitting on her living-room couch staring intently at an empty liquor bottle. Perched on her lap is a miniature cardboard table she devised herself to hold the bottle firmly in place.
Metro Toronto kindergarten teacher Sharon van Grinsven is one of about 900,000 Canadians who regularly give blood to the Canadian Red Cross. Her next donation will be her 20th—except that she is not sure when she will donate again. She is not alone.
It never occurred to Toby Simon, who already had a healthy child of 19 months, to undergo testing when she became pregnant for the second time in 1970. But then her son was born with Tay-Sachs, a fatal disease that slowly destroys the nervous system.
According to Herodotus, Helen of Troy was “none the worse for her adventures” when eventually restored to her husband, Menelaus. According to Ian McLachlan, things can’t work out that way anymore. In McLachlan’s new novel, Helen in Exile, there are three Helens, succeeding generations of one family: Helena, the 86-year-old grandmother who lives in a Montreal nursing home and dreams often of her native Smyrna; Hélène, her daughter, who fought for the resistance effort in France where she met her second husband, a Canadian; and Hélène’s daughter, Helen, a wife and mother herself, but earnestly seeking her own identity outside the traditional female roles.
THE PANDA’S THUMB: MORE REFLECTIONS IN NATURAL HISTORY by Stephen Jay Gould
Maybe the problem with Darwin’s theory of evolution is that it seems so simple. If it can be that easily understood, it can be easily denied. Perhaps Einstein’s relativity theory has not run into the same obstinate resistance from would-be school censors because they, like all but a handful of us, have not been able to figure it out.
FICTION 1 Firestarter, King (1) 2 Joshua Then and Now, Richter (2) 3 Rage of Angels, Sheldon (3) 4 The Covenant, Michener (7) 5 The Key to Rebecca, Follett (9) 6 The Bourne Identity, Ludlum (5) 7 Fanny, Jong (4) 8 The Clan of the Cave Bear, Auel (10)
In this day and age good guys never, never play with war toys
There is a fine, bouncy American film called Hopscotch now playing in cinemas across Canada. Veteran actors Walter Matthau and Herbert Lom star in it, their polished performances carefully crafted right down to the last details of their rumpled faces and revolving eyebrows.
For nearly an hour in a Winnipeg restaurant recently, Arnold Spohr, artistic director of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet, gushed so earnestly about his company’s recent triumphs that the waiter came over and offered to put Saran wrap over his untouched avocado salad.
It’s a factor, we submit, of Pierre Trudeau’s lofty, unremitting view of life. A reflection of his lack of understanding of how modern life and ordinary, grubby people react. The news that Canada’s future is about to become a messy soap opera on the newspaper call-boards of London—usually the preserve of cricket disaster and axe murders—comes as no surprise to anyone watching the lead-footed Liberal approach to constitutional reform.