Contents
- Kafuffle or Quandary
- You’re All Invited!!!!
- I must walk on
- Canada probes TB "genocide" in church-run schools
- Communication
- Tomorrow
- Heaven’s Door Blues
- Remembering Luis Llanillos
- If Truth Were Told
- Casual Thoughts on the Meaning of Life
- Bruce Allen’s removal from VANOC
- WHERE’S OUR MONEY?!
- Physical Abuse
- NOTICE of BY-ELECTION
- For Clarification and the edification of all
Kafuffle or Quandary
I survived the great cleansing of editors on October 10th, 2007. At least I think I did. There was quite a little tempest in a teapot over the use of our editor’s use of his interpretation of the policy regarding publishing this Newsletter. In the end I don’t think the outcome was very satisfactory to either side. Some pride was swallowed and some feelings were hurt. I was kinda disappointed as it went along; my idea of what was happening was corrected.
I was sure the meeting was there to try to get rid of Paul as the editor of this Newsletter but that wasn’t the object of the exercise. It seems there were a few people who objected to his misuse of his publishing responsibilities. It seems all they wanted was a way to get something published and Paul was stopping them. At least that’s what it turned out to be. A little bit of discussion from both sides at the outset probably could have saved an amount of time that’s now just been wasted.
There were about 30 people there and most of them were there to support Paul and that included me. SOLUTION The people there to get some satisfact-ion probably could help Paul when he’s putting the paper together. I mean I’ve been working on the paper for about 5 years now and we seem to have a pretty good operation running. People submit, we publish and the whole neighbourhood is informed. I’ve even helped Paul put the paper together a few times; I don’t like that part of the job, but I’m pretty sure that if you want input into a paper you should be willing to work at it and not just complain about the result.
Last publishing day there were only 4 of us there at the start to put the paper together. If these people are so fired up about the Newsletter why aren’t they there to help us get the damn thing out!?
I believe in the Carnegie Newsletter and I put my beliefs on the line about twice a month. I don’t know what those people were trying to publish but it must be totally against Paul’s beliefs. I don’t see what gets rejected but I’m sure that Paul has an idea of what’s suitable and what isn’t. There are other newsletters in the area and ours seems to be well read and popular. My suggestion to those who want to destroy an institution or a person is to try working with it before you work against it. A lot more can be attained with cooperation then with fighting.
People are fighting against us just because of who we are and where we live. We should be standing together as one, not bickering amongst ourselves. A coupla of years ago I wrote about how Carnegie is a family and how we always work together and now it seems we can’t even put a little Newsletter together without calling for assassinations.
Let’s get together people. There are bigger fish to fry and they live outside the DTES. I wrote this about 4:30 this morning and I still can’t get back to sleep. It’s now 5:30. If you want to fight there are people who work at 12th and Cambie who would take you on. There are also people in Victoria and Ottawa who you’d have a hard enough time just getting to listen to you, never mind fight. We should be expending our energy as a group trying to get those people to listen to us.
Today I’m going to Victoria to help try to get some recognition for new housing that the Gov’t has money locked away for and they’re refusing to spend it. Instead they want to earn interest on the money. The fools, if they spent the money they’d save more than that on the money they would save just by housing people, who they promised to house as part of their Olympic promise.
We need your energy for letter writing and other essential things, not for fighting amongst ourselves. Divide and conquer is the oldest adage of winning a war. They don’t even have to do that to us. We’re dividing ourselves and making their job very simple. There’s a wolf at the door and we’re arguing about what’s for supper, ignoring the fact hat we may not even be around to enjoy that meal. We have to let little things like this make us stronger and not let it divide us.
Have a nice day. - hal
You’re All Invited!!!!You’re All Invited!!!!
Fourth Annual Heart of the City Festival presents
Public Workshops and Talks
A public workshop on costume design with visiting Toronto Artist Ruth Howard, director and designer of community plays across Canada.
Mon. Oct. 15, 1:30-4:30 pm
Carnegie Theatre Free
A public talk on youth empowerment and community cultural partnerships with an international Kenya / Enderby / Downtown Eastside exchange. It’s an intimate and informal setting with visiting artists Jimmy Ouma Okello from Nairobi, Kenya and Cathy Stubington of Runaway Moon, Enderby – the folks who inspired The Downtown Eastside Community Play.
Mon. Oct. 15, 7-9 pm
St. James Anglican Church, 303 E. Cordova
Refreshments provided Free
Public Talk on Community Operas in the Inner City with visiting Toronto artist, Ruth Howard, Bridge of One Hair, a community opera for 100 performers. It’s followed by a discussion with participants in the Carnegie Opera Projects moderated by Charles Barber of City Opera.
Wed. Oct. 17, 5-7 pm
Ukrainian Hall Downstairs, 805 E. Pender
Refreshments Pay-as-you-can
The Aboriginal Front Door community meetings welcomes DTES’s own Richard Tetrault to talk about his community mural projects in the Downtown Eastside, Vancouver and internationally as well as extraordinary murals created by other communities around the Americas.
Mon. Oct. 22, 9:30 am – 10:30 am
Aboriginal Front Door, 384 Main St. Free
William Combes knows the truth. One recent afternoon he said to me,
"Those priests and nuns were all lying when they told us about heaven and hell. They didn't believe in heaven and hell, 'cause if they did they wouldn't have done those terrible things to us. I can see they're all just a big lie."
I must walk on in the beautide of mine ancestors
Leaving behind a destructive road of oblivion
Bars I pass, street bums, whores, tramps and thieves
Broken hearts, weeping eyes, ‘tis a road of sorrow & despair
I must walk on, “in Spirit land and song”
Where my people sing and dance, alcohol & drugs don’t belong
I cry to my Grizzly Bear who fills the empty void with prayer
And heals the ills of mind, soul and body –evil’s every betrayer.
I’ve conquered the beasts of sorrow and despair
I’m on the road to happiness and victory I do declare
Truths I speak. Whispering lies and fables gone
Now that I’ve got life, love, truth, peace an’ sobriety
I know: “I must walk on.”
Still, the silence and innocence of mine childhood lingers within,
In memory of 50,000 murdered children, I weep and cry
For their radiant spirit, hearts of gold, purest there’s ever been
Molested by the Indian Residential Schools that still live twisted lies
We were innocent children with hearts of gold
When a man in a black robe said, “Listen and do as you’re told.”
“Be silent,” said he, “the eternal light of god shines upon your face
and forget your people, culture and the Indian way –it’s a demonic disgrace.”
Beatings, rape, torture and genocide was their main thrill
Angels would scream and cry but the devil moved in swiftly for the kill
Wounded Knee, Oka, a holocaust –I pray for the ones who are gone
Following the vision quest and the healing of the Indian way
I must walk on.
Twisted wisdom, fearful heart and snares infinitely long
Stole our dignity, culture, pride and our spirited songs
Songs of healing, songs of the living and dead – they’re all gone.
Spirit awaken, shine like the illumination Eagle for
I must walk on.
I must walk on to the morning star, and kiss the stars of night
I must walk on, heal mine wound and turn the darkest voids into light
I must walk on for 50,000 murdered babies of Indian Residential Schools
They were nobody’s fools; that’s why I must walk on, I must walk on, I must walk on.
All my relations,
William Arnold Combes
Canada probes TB "genocide" in church-run schools
From New Scientist magazine (London, UK)
Canada probes TB "genocide" in church-run schools
by Debora Mackenzie
Canada is to investigate claims that tens of thousands of native Indian and Inuit (First Nation) children died of tuberculosis at church-run residential schools in the early 20th century, and that their deaths were hushed up. Campaigners allege that school officials did nothing to halt the march of TB despite warnings, and charge that their inaction was tantamount to genocide.
Christian churches ran up to 88 boarding schools for aboriginal children across Canada between 1874 and 1985. Their stated aim was assimilation; children were forbidden to speak their native languages. Some 200,000 children passed through the schools, attendance was mandatory and the Mounted Police rounded up truants.
Their experiences were often brutal, and Canada is finalising a C$1.9 billion ($1.7 billion) class-action settlement for 80,000 surviving former inmates, with extra payments for those who suffered physical and sexual abuse.
So far there have been no lawsuits over deaths at the schools, although survivors tell of children disappearing and secret burials. Under pressure from campaigners, Indian Affairs minister Jim Prentice announced last week that his department would find out "why [children] didn't return and where the bodies are".
Kevin Annett, who led the campaign, says he found reports of high rates of TB at residential schools in records, held at the University of British Columbia, which the government has since sealed. In 1907 Peter Bryce, a chief medical officer for the federal Department of Indian Affairs, recorded that 24 per cent of pupils at 15 schools had died of TB over 14 years. At one school, 63 per cent of the children died.
Other documents show that officials knew death rates were high until the 1940s, Annett told New Scientist. They record children being admitted with active, contagious TB, with no quarantine or even ventilation in their rooms, the only ways to control TB before antibiotics. Former students say they slept in crowded dormitories with sick children, and were often hungry: hunger lowers immunity and exacerbates the spread of TB.
They faced high rates of TB at home too: the infection, brought by European settlers, ran riot in crowded, impoverished aboriginal communities, where even now TB infection is 20 to 30 times higher than among non-aboriginal people born in Canada.
Canada's health ministry says the yearly death rate from TB in native communities in the early 20th century, before antibiotics were available, exceeded 70 per 1000, "among the highest ever reported in a human population". However, the ministry also says school death rates reached 80 per 1000 in the 1930s and 1940s. [Just TB: 8% of 200,000 = 16,000 dead.]
The question now is whether methods such as quarantine could have prevented deaths, and whether the schools' inaction constitutes genocide. According to Annett, the University of British Columbia records reveal Bryce's thoughts on the matter: yes, on both counts.
Communication
Communication?
Language a blunt instrument
Rendering partial meaning
Often not even
Often misinterpretation.
Tragedies and travesties occur due to word
And in the beginning was The Word
Who said that?
It ain’t necessarily so
“The things that you’re liable to read
In the Bible.”
So –go figure Pilgrims- this language thing
Not the grammar
Not the words
Not the gesture
Not the assumption
A clean slate – table rasa
Unlearn – learn anew
‘member ol’ Ezra P, one of those clever fascists
“Make it New.”
Rethink Plato and Khyamm
Even Shakespeare & Cervantes
There is more than Will Power & windmills
Maybe _ sometimes
Let the New Sun Dance begin
Wilhelmina
TomorrowTomorrow
Who are you? Another con man made you the judge
I see your airbrushed smile on a bill
and a billboard picture
The hero highway man from our past, now
and future
You’ve got satellite image-delay
It’s your latest Teflon dodge
For while washing your campaign
of luxury forged in pain
Serving caviar and champagne
All for your fame.
No, I don’t think you can show me
where I need to go
You’re just selling tickets for your show
You want a high price for tickets to your show
You want our freedom for a ticket to your show
But not until tomorrow –
Tell me who can see tomorrow?
You can’t see me, you always hide your eyes
When your promises fall through on our time
And you are spending our last dimes
Because there is never enough to stop the buck
or maintain your fool’s disguise
From me and all the rest
Who is stealing treasures from our chest?
Everywhere I’ve been the Earth is dying
and war is what you’re buying.
You are blowing up our tomorrows
We all want back our tomorrows.
You don’t know me or what it means to be free
Now your image fades and cracks
You are that monkey on our back
So you need bulletproof security
While you hide behind your walls
‘Cause you’re no longer walking tall
Rolling stoned and all
We’ll have a ball when you fall
All for one and one for all.
We don’t need your tomorrow
Today is our tomorrow.
Freedome
Heaven’s Door Blues
Like a shot-up southern rebel
I’m trying to find my home sweet home
It seems I lost my way somewhere
Now I’m forever stuck on roam
And I just can’t ever settle down
Or keep my feet on the ground
I lost my head up in the clouds
And I don’t feel like coming down
I’ve got the Heaven’s Door Blues.
Hey preacher man, am I good enough
To go knockin’ on heaven’s door?
Was my road long enough
And have you been there before?
Well, sayin’ good enough is easy man
And if that’s all I need from you
You know it’s gettin’ late and I just can’t wait
To shake the dust off of my shoes
I’ve got the Heaven’s Door Blues.
Hey good buddy how do you do?
Do you sometimes get the blues?
I’m just tryin’ to get along
Please teach me all your rules
I’m truckin’ down this old highway
Trying hard to stay between the lines
And the signs they keep on changing
I’m sick and tired and I can’t tell time
I’ve got the Heaven’s Door Blues.
All these songs and people talking
About a place called Heaven’s Door
And every time I turn around
It’s been done and done before
I’m chillin’ for Dylan, clappin’ for Clapton
Because Rock ‘n Roll understands
You’ve got to ride the Highway to Hell
To get to the Promised Land.
I’ve got the Heaven’s Door Blues.
Freedome
Remembering Luis Llanillos
By J. Escolan-Suay
The remembrance of a good man is worth a friendly cup of coffee in reminiscence among friends and neighbours. If there are some Latinos on the table, the conversation surely could be funny, very controversial and diverse. Maybe some chilenean spirits would be present, also empanadas Chilenas, Currasco Argentino, Mexican tacos and one tequilita, Pupusas, tamales and Caribeean Platanos would be set on that table. The names of Zapata, Frida, El Che, Bolivar, Sandino, Farabundo and Allende, will surely mix with others as Gardel, Discepolo, Jobin, Gilberto, Pele, Maradona, Galeano and Chummsky. Soccer will join with rhythm and poetry, as an incredible blend: tango, samba, cueca, rumba, cumbia, merengue, salsa, reggeton… Violeta Parra, Victor Jara, Pablo Neruda, Mario Benedetti, Luis Borges, Alonso De Ercilla…and the cultural legacy of all First Nations, all along between the poles. I would like to summarize –something very difficult to summarize- in one name: Don Luis Llanillos, one amazing man who for many years worked very hard, broadcasting week after week, from the very heart of our brave DTES at the cabin of CFRO 102.7 Co-Op Radio. One year ago Don Luis left this dimension, to continue his fight for freedoms, somewhere in the great beyond.
The petty dirty war that imposed genocide and thousands of missing people in Chile –which was the same pattern of repression in all south-central America, Mexico and The Caribean, was the cause for Don Luis coming north of the 47 parallel –almost from one pole to the other- to bring his amazing cultural baggage from the Land of Cahupolican, and to share his work and poetry to Salish Land.
Romantitango, Rumbamerica, Horizontes, America Latina Al Dia… were among the programs that saw the work of Mr. Lanillos. But the talent of Don Luis was a generous expression for all the listeners of CFRO and our neighbourhoods: he wrote beautiful poetry, which he himself recited on air, program after program, accompanied by romantic bumpers and background, every Saturday afternoon. Tough is work did not stop there, Don Luis, was always an active person supporting the struggle of our neighbourhood and community, women groups, children, seniors and people in need. That is a man of good heart, a poet and one broadcaster uncompromised with the establishment
The legacy of Don Luis Llanillos will stay with us, in our spirit which is the mother of our community. As the last words of Allende: “I am going to leave La Moneda, if and only if, I accomplish the mandate my people gave me as a result of democratic elections, no matter the price I must pay” (note that Allende paid with his life, but never made a prisoner). Well Don Luis, you have also paid your dues to stay high in our collective memories and in our hearts. Hasta la Victoria siempre Amigo!
Postscript: Some audio resources and hard copies of Luis Llanillos works, could be researched among & through archives of Co-Op Radio, Proyecto Cultural Sur, VPL & his friends at The Chilenean Housing Coopertive in Vancouver.
1
If Truth Were Told
If truth were told on a daily basis
by sons and husbands – lovers too
Women would slip away to tree-lined streets
of other towns
Renting cozy bedsitting rooms or studio apartments
above delicatessens
Becoming librarians in old-fashioned libraries and
checking out tails of mystery & adventure in
far away places
The Amazon or Zanadu…
Maybe running tea ships that sported
fine bone china cups & saucers, little pots
of flowers on the dainty tablecloths
Serving good tea, scones with excellent
strawberry jam or apricot preserves.
Being kind and helpful to strangers
City folk looking for directions to a “nice hotel
or antique shop
One more souvenir for the cabinet back in
Mississauga or Halifax
Kindness has become a burden to these women
The wives and mothers of our NEW AGE:
At least amongst their families – their own
Kith and Kin
Families having become as mysterious as the
New Math or Quantum Physics
All those serpent teeth finally too much to bear.
Wilhelmina
Casual Thoughts on the Meaning of LifeCasual Thoughts on the Meaning of Life
It could be like this:
I heard a man say
The pen is mightier than the sword
Some say the penis is
It ain’t necessarily so; I wish it were.
Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles and the
Neutron Bomb
Would be puny compared to a well-turned
Sonnet or canto
Pens and penises would Rule.
Eastside, Westside, Northside and Southside
Tractors would trump AK 47’s.
Early morning chats at café and cooler
Would determine the outcome of today & tomorrow
Journalists and other tellers of stories
Would live in the lap of luxury
Gossip would become seriously trendy.
The prayers of women and other mystics
Mothers of madmen and invention
Would impound and impinge parliament
And the courts of appeal
Those sweethearts of waiting
Those wives heavy with unborn orphans
Those orphans sticky-fingered & runny-nosed
Would be saved from
The irritation and frustration of their parents
Be they women or men or otherwise.
Sans au pairs; sans nannus
Lucky to have grandparents, those saints
And unacknowledged angels
Buying baby new shoes and their first trikes
Babysitting, knitting, cooking nutritious soups
Spas would have ½ price days for single parents
Accompanied by children – subsidised
Medals could be struck 0 ribbons & banners
Float in a nice breeze
Days would be sunny and cheerful – even here
Or misty with melancholia & mystery
Natives could help with the weather and medicine
In exchange for their own land back.
All those Questions would be answered.
‘bout where’s Daddy or maybe Mummy
May never come up
Just because.
Oh – you all know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout ...
Wilhelmina
Bruce Allen’s removal from VANOCMetro Vancouver calls for Bruce Allen’s removal
from Vancouver Olympics Committee
Anniversaries of Change, a coalition of cultural and educational organizations, trade unions and individuals, was formed in January 2007 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the Vancouver Anti-Asian Riots of 1907 and several other milestones significant to Canada’s multicultural history. As part of a year-long series of conferences, exhibitions and events, over 600 people from diverse communities came together on September 7 to acknowledge these anniversaries and recognise the advantages these changes have brought about in present-day Vancouver.
Anniversaries of Change supports the position shared by several other groups, including S.U.C.C. E.S.S. and the Canadian Jewish Congress, Pacific Region, calling on Bruce Allen to publicly apologize for his recent comments made on radio and urging political leaders to show leadership on this issue by demonstrating zero tolerance for thoughtless and offensive remarks of this nature. Furthermore, Anniversaries endorses the response and call for action coming from the Action Committee of the South Asian community.
Given the Olympic ideals of 'mutual understanding, friendship, solidarity, and fair play,' we consider it unacceptable that anyone expressing such offensive views occupy public office, especially in a
role that will greatly influence how Vancouver and Canada as a whole are represented to the world." We therefore ask the leaders of VANOC to remove Mr. Allen from the team overseeing the opening and closing ceremonies of the 2010 Olympics. Mr. Allen’s anachronistic and exclusionary grasp of history and inflammatory rhetoric are reactionary, unproductive and unrepresentative of both the present-day and historical multicultural Vancouver. Mr. Allen’s remarks damage the growing awareness of Vancouver as a unique Canadian meeting place of First Nations, Pacific and European cultures.
WHERE’S OUR MONEY?!
WHERE’S OUR MONEY?!
Well the great pirate caper is over.
We went to Victoria and tried to force the Gov’t to give us some money that had been promised for housing during the Olympics. They made a housing fund that’s worth 250 million dollars and they locked it away so they could collect interest on the fund. The interest works out to about 10 million a year. That seems like a lot of money and it probably is. I doubt if I’ll ever see that kinda money. The thing is if they spend the money on housing they will house enough people to save at least that amount and more.
It costs more to help a person without housing than it does to help a person with housing. If they housed everyone who lives on the street now they would save at least 10 to 15 million on goods and services and those people would have a place to live in some kinda comfort instead of sleeping on the street. The thing is they have a surplus of money and to build this housing wouldn’t even put a crimp in their 4 point something Billion-dollar surplus.
I guess I’ll try to tell you about our adventure. If you told me that one-day I’d be sailing across Georgia Strait in a pirate costume I would have had you committed or at least have you inspected for worms or something. But there I was with an earring on, fake mustache and eyebrows and sailing into Victoria with some other swarthy characters looking for a doubloon or two. We were greeted by a few people who had gone ahead and helped launch our offensive.
We were, or at least I was, laughing all the way on that crossing. The people around us seemed to be enjoying our escapade. We sorta rehearsed out the little drama on our journey across the great water. The script was kinda adlibbed by person or persons who had put the idea together. I think it was that little red-haired person and her mentor from CCAP.
Anyway it turned out fun and I was looking forward to doing it in front of a live audience once we hit the shores in the little burgh where our supposed Lord and Master, (Gord) gives his decrees from without regard to whom he might affect or hurt. People are dying and he seems to be worried about making a few dollars in interest.
I heard we were even gonna have a little canoe ride. Now I haven’t been in a canoe since at least the last century and I was looking forward to it. I think we almost swamped or tipped our canoe a few times but it was an adventure. We landed, outside the bank or financial institute where the actual money is kept, convinced the bad guys to give us our money and then jumped back into the canoe and took our booty with us. It turned out to be chocolate doubloons and they tasted pretty damn good.
There were speeches and then we strolled over to a sorta secluded area and had a BBQ, which the local Victorians had made for us. I met quite a few people and everyone seemed to be having a good time. We had a guitar-playing singer and a few more speeches, and then we went to the Provincial Legislature for a few photo ops. We were greeted by some Gendarmes but they just watched us and let us take our pictures. We just enjoyed the chilly reception on the lawn outside the legislature. I was chilly not the reception. We spent about an hour before it was time to get back on the bus and head for the hills. Our driver was great and the bus was fantastic. Thanks go to Gray Line and Erin.
I think we would have had a hotter reception but apparently something big in the news happened and we were considered inconsequential compared to what happened before we got there. Something about a certain police chief. I suspect it was pretty big because even though we were marching in mass I didn’t see any police around anywhere. I had so much fun I’d even consider doing it again. Naw, I don’t think so. It was a good day to meet people and try to garner some attention to the plight of unhoused people in this the land of plenty where those in charge seem to have no idea of what to do with all the damn money they have and with more coming in.
I have a feeling it’s going to get worse before it gets better. People are dying and the gov’t is trying to earn interest on money instead of doing what they promised when they asked for the Olympics to be staged here. That is to build housing and not let the Games interfere with certain rights and responsibilities that ordinary people are guaranteed.
You should get 5 people to write to the gov’t and demand they spend that money on affordable housing. Have each of them get 5 people and then each of them get 5 people. The cry would be so great t hat the Gov’t would have to take a serious look at it.
I hope you enjoyed our pirate story and maybe next time you’ll come along for the ride. Have a nice day. - hal
Physical Abuse
Physical abuse is physical force or violence that results in bodily injury, pain, or impairment. It includes assault, battery, and inappropriate restraint.
Who are the perpetrators?
Perpetrators may be acquaintances, sons, daughters, grandchildren, or others. Physical abuse that is perp-etrated by spouses or intimate partners in order to gain power and control over the victim is described as domestic violence. Perpetrators are likely to be unmarried, to live with their victims, and to be un-employed. Some perpetrators have alcohol or subs-tance abuse and/or ego problems. Some are care-givers for those they abuse.
Who is at risk?
As a group, victims of physical abuse do not differ significantly from those who are not abused. It is a myth that a victim is abused because s/he is weak. Typically people who are strong natured are the re-cipients of physical violence as the perpetrators are those with ego problems and see defeating a strong person as a sign of their strength.
What are the indicators?
Indicators are signs or clues that abuse has occurred. Physical indicators may include injuries or bruises, while behavioural indicators are ways victims and abusers act or interact with each other. Many of the indicators listed below can be explained by other causes (e.g. a bruise may be the result of an acciden-tal fall) and no single indicator can be taken as con-clusive proof. Rather, one should look for patterns or clusters of indicators that suggest a problem.
Physical indicators
Sprains, dislocations, fractures, or broken bones
Burns from cigarettes, appliances, or hot water
Abrasions on arms, legs or torso that resemble rope or strap marks
Internal injuries evidenced by pain, difficulty with normal functioning of organs, and bleeding from body orifices
Bruises. The following types of bruises are rarely accidental:
Bilateral bruising to the arms (may indicate that the person has been shaken, grabbed, or restrained)
Bilateral bruising of the inner thighs (may indicate sexual abuse)
"Wrap around" bruises that encircle a person's arms, legs, neck or torso (may indicate that the person has been physically restrained)
Multicolored bruises (indicating that they were sus-tained over time)
Injuries healing through "secondary intention" (indi-cating that they did not receive appropriate care) Signs of traumatic hair and tooth loss
Behavioral indicators
Injuries are unexplained or explanations are implau-sible (they do not "fit" with the injuries observed)
Victims or their assailant provide different explana-tions of how injuries were sustained
A history of similar injuries, and/or numerous or suspicious hospitalizations
Victims are brought to different medical facilities for treatment to prevent medical practitioners from observing a pattern of abuse
Delay between injury time and seeking medical care
Submitted by Terri Williams
NOTICE of BY-ELECTIONNOTICE of BY-ELECTION
On Thursday, November 1, 2007 at the Carnegie Community Centre Association (CCCA) Board Meeting in the Carnegie Theatre, 401 Main Street at 5:30pm, those members attending shall elect one CCCA Board member.
There will be nominations from the floor.
You must have been a CCCA member for fourteen (14) days immediately prior to the date of the election to vote.
You must have been a CCCA member for sixty (60) days immediately prior to the date of the election to be a candidate.
Newsletter Factoids
1) The CCCA funds the Newsletter
2) Its website has archived issues going back to June 2003. An article by Sandy Cameron in the Aug 15th '06 issue has a history of the Newsletter. There are archived copies of the Newsletter in the Vancouver Public Library, at the Central and Carnegie branches
Editorial Policy:
-Nothing published that could be construed as racist, derogatory, demeaning, or discriminatory of persons, groups, or organizations.
-No partisan political statements during election campaigns, but elected politicians can report to their constituents between elections
-Newsletter will accept unsigned articles as long as they meet criteria. They’ll be labeled unsigned.
-Nothing in the Newsletter that suggests CCCA supports any particular partisan political group--could threaten charitable status
For Clarification and the edification of all
September 12 Emergency Publications Committee Meeting MOTION: To establish an Editorial Board to support the Carnegie Newsletter MSC
October 4 Board of Directors Meeting MOTION: To adopt Publications Report. MSC
October 10 Publications Committee Meeting MOTION: To make no change in the curreent editorial structure of Carnegie Newsletter. MSC
On October 4 the Board moved to adopt the pub. committee's report. This doesn't constitute a de facto passage of a Board-level motion to establish any of the specific recommendations made. As is demonstrated in all Finance Committee reports, each individual motion/recommendation passed by the committee must be moved as a separate motion and passed by the Board of Directors to come into effect.
Thank you to all of you who gave support in writing, in person, and with verbal/physical presence at the above meetings. The community of constant readers and several people who have not read an issue for years said, in an overwhelming and solid voice, "It ain't broke so don't fix it."
PaulR Taylor
