The Berger Inquiry

Northern Journal, November 5, 2013

Whit Fraser said if I valued my family jewels, I better not testify at the Berger Inquiry into the Mackenzie Valley Pipeline.  We were sitting in my living room in Wha Ti, still called Lac La Martre in those days, in August 1977.  Whit told me the Government of the Northwest Territories would have my knackers for bookends if I spoke out.  He said the poop had hit the fan when he, a CBC employee, had testified at Norman Wells, one year earlier.
My house beside the lake was like an overrun refugee centre in the aftermath of a devastating typhoon, or the train station in Calcutta on Friday night.  It was the flop house for the media crew:  Whit Fraser, Abe Okpik, Joe Tobey, Jim Sittinchinli, Louis Blondin, Joachim Bonnetrouge and a bunch of other folks I’d never met before.  People lazing in all the rooms, draped over the furniture, sprawled out on any available stretch of floor.  Talking, scribbling notes, typing, eating, drinking, playing cards, reading.
The Berger Inquiry was a Big Deal.  I’d been listening to the CBC coverage from all down the valley, Yukon and points south across the country for well over a year.
Listening to Charlie Furlong, Tommy Ross, Freddy Greenland, Wilf Bean, Philip Blake, Frank T’Selie, Claire Barnaby, Earl Dean, Rene Lamonth, Gerry Cheezie, Sam Raddi, Roy Goose, Les Carpenter, Peter Green, Paul Andrew, Raymond Yakaleya, Steve Kakfwi, George Blondin, Phoebe Nahanni, Gina Blondin, and Richard McNeely.
Listening to Richard Nerysoo define what was a stake – “We are fighting for our survival as a free people,” he said.  Listening to James Wah-shee clarify history by saying – “The Treaty was signed when it was discovered that our land was more valuable than our friendship.”
Listening to Jim Antoine say that he was willing to lay down his life to stop the pipeline.  To Bill Lafferty who come out in favor of the pipeline.  He wasn’t much worried about the adverse spin-offs – “I don’t think an Indian drunk is any stupider that a White drunk,” he said.
Francois Paulette questioned the big rush to get the pipeline flowing.  “The earth is going to be here all the time.  It’s not going to be taken away.  Why are they rushing?”
And George Erasmus, president of the Dene Nation:  “Our struggle,” George said, “is for self-determination.  We want to be in charge of our lives and our future.  We want to be our own boss.  We want to decide what is going to happen on our land.  Our position is that there can be no pipeline until after our land claims are settled.”
For seventeen months I’d been listening to the Berger Inquiry on CBC radio.  It had finally arrived in Lac La Martre and Whit Fraser told me; (he didn’t tell me not to speak,) he told me I’d better think carefully about it.
I asked Whit if he remembered why he spoke in Norman Wells the year before.  Sure, he remembered, he said.  He spoke out because it was something he had to do.  Me too, I told him.  Well then, go for it, Whit said, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
So I did.  And what I said to Judge Berger wasn’t anything subversive or even earth-shattering.  I simply asked him to listen well to the Dene people that spoke to him because they were speaking about our future too, the future of our country and the future of our children and our grandchildren.
The government didn’t fire me.  They probably didn’t even know about it.
But Canada knew about Tom Berger’s report when it came out.  And there was no pipeline.
Jim Green was at the opening of the Berger Inquiry Exhibit at the College last week. It triggered hundreds of memories for him because he addressed the Inquiry himself  at Wha Ti in August 1977.

North Paws – The Dogumentary

NORTH PAWS 

Here’s another northern site I’m fond of and contributing to.  North Paws is looking to tell the stories of Northern people and their experiences with Northern dogs.  Above all else, it’s a site concerned with the welfare of dogs in the north. With an amazingly talented production team, this project will deliver some top notch products.

We`re looking for stories of the ancient world, stories of our living elders histories, and stories in modern times.

We want to bring to light the challenges, successes and positive efforts of people in the North who are living with dogs.

Here are some possible topics:

  • In early times, dogs were essential to staying alive – do you have a family story about dogs and survival?
  • With new technology and industry came a new way of life in the Northern Territories. As communities moved away from a nomadic lifestyle, dogs were no longer necessary for survival. What do you think (or know of) became of these animals?
  • Share your vision for how dogs can fit into Northern culture in a post nomadic world.
  • Big cities have lots of dogs in shelters, and they also have resources to deal with them. Have you had experiences with strays in NT?
  • Do you have a personal story about irresponsible pet owners? How do you think the community could help?
  • Have you ever volunteered for a dog rescue organization here in the North? What was your experience?
  • If you took part in the fundraising campaign for the NWT SPCA, tell us about your experience.
  • Sometimes the only way to ensure the safety of a community which has a dog overpopulation problem is to cull the strays; has this happened in your community?
  • What does mushing mean to you?
  • Challenges with stray dogs and their possible danger to communities are not a problem in and of themselves, but can also be seen as a symptom of the bigger challenges facing the north. What do you think?
  • Got a strong opinion about dogs that isn’t mentioned here? There’s a good chance we still want to hear from you.
 

Yellowknife Documentary Project

Yellowknife Documentary Project: “Ultra-cool”             

I like this project because it welcomes ordinary folks to tell their Yellowknife stories. If you live in Yellowknife, used to live there, visited once and loved it or are purely a Yellowknife fan, you can get involved. The project team encourages people to collaborate to create a documentary about , what they call, “this ultra-cool city”.

They ask you to think about what you love about Yellowknife. What makes it unique? What makes it tick? What’s your best memory of the place? How has it affected your life? Then go ahead and put those thoughts on film.  Make a video.

No experience is necessary. You can do it using the camera on your phone or a video camera. It doesn’t matter. “All videos and video-attempts are welcome.” Then you can share your video with others, with the whole doggone world, by uploading it to the YK Doc Project website. You and other fans can then comment on all the different video clips.

The project team says their goal “is to figure out which video clips resonate with fans.” And then, as more and more clips get added, different themes will emerge. It’s true, they will. And those themes “will inform the basis for a longer form documentary about Yellowknife”.

I like it. The fans become the filmmakers, collaborating to tell the Yellowknife story through the lens of their personal experiences, with their own voices, on camera. Living history by real people. Yeah!

Check out the site. So far, December 2011, my favorite video is the one about ravens.

Obama poem 2

Homemade Jelly

 First I wanna tell you the all time number one
supreme ruler and winner of the red ribbon
for record breaking best music in my house
and that’s the ‘ping’  ‘ting’ ‘tick’ ‘tock’ ‘pock’
sounds of homemade jelly cooling in the jars
the jars cooling off shrinking the air inside
so’s the sealer lids get snapped down tight

Course by that time the kitchen is like to burst
so swole up with all those smells swapping around
it’s enough to confuse the most experienced of noses
like it was this weekend in my cabin in the woods
after I’d boiled and bottled high bush cranberry jelly
followed up with radiant red raspberry jelly and then
chokecherry jelly so strong it was pertnear black

And since I’m doing this in the month of March
I’m getting to replay all the fine outside hours
I put in last August and September and October
under a cacophony of raucous ducks and geese
sharing the berry patches with fat-sleek bears
My dog got such a snoot-full of warm bear all he
wanted was to race me to the truck, git gone

I’m thinking too about my grandson and granddaughter
getting to the age where they could be picking berries
how much I’d love to take them out in the bush with me
sharing the secrets of the berry people with them
where to find them, when to wait, how best to pick them
and how to lick your berry mustache with your berry tongue
after you bite into your berry jelly smeared berry bread

I’ll tell you what, you twist some arms on global warming
so my grandkids have some kinda future to look forward to
them and the rest of world’s mushrooming mob of grandkids
who are all going to need clean air, water, and food to eat
You do whatever you can do, kick a little butt if need be
I’ll take your kids out berry picking and we’ll make jelly
at your house and listen to the music as the jars cool down

 

I declare that this poem is my own work entirely and that I hold all publishing rights to it. I give Powell River Live Poets’ Guild the right to send my poem to President Obama on the occasion of his inauguration on January 20, 2009 and to publish this poem as part of “Poems for Obama from Canada” collection (or similar title) without any compensation beyond crediting me with authorship. Jim Green

Letter to Nancy Schildt

November 20, 2010

Nancy Schildt
First Unitarian Church of Honolulu

Dear Nancy;

One Sunday in October I somehow found myself not only inHawaiibut in the First Unitarian Church of Honolulu where a hot band was warming up of all things. Strange doings. Then, gradually, an almost empty building became filled with the warmth of humanity as a wonderful community came together. Then a vocal section got tuned up as well for goodness sakes. More and more warm folks filled the room. I didn’t feel like a stranger at all. I felt welcome. It felt like a fine place to be. I wondered if people were wondering about the goofy grin spread across my face. I felt so good I thought I might cry. Cry for happy.

All the visiting storytellers on Sunday felt that way. I know they did. You could feel it in their/our voices. We shared our stories with the pure joy of sharing. The way it should be. The way it was truly meant to be.

Afterwards, a young lady recently from Oregon came up to thank me. She said she had been debating whether or not to attend the Church for the first time that Sunday. She decided to come. And she was so glad she’d made that decision, she said . She was so happy to have shared that special occasion with everyone gathered there. She was overwhelmed, she said, at what had happened.

I told her that it was no great mystery. I told her it was pretty simple in fact.
“This,” I told her, “is exactly where you were meant to be today.”

And I realized while those words were rolling outta my mouth that the same was true for me. Right there in the First Unitarian Church of Honolulu was exactly where I was meant to be Sunday, October 17th 2010.

So I want to thank youNancy, and the whole congregation, for taking me in and sharing with me and allowing me to belong. What a magnificent gift.

Sincerely,
Jim Green

BIO

 

Jim in Alberta

Jim in Alberta

Jim Green is a celebrated storyteller, poet, writer, broadcaster, and entertainer who has been living in the Northwest Territories for more than forty years. He’s a gyrating old counter-culture buzzard with a keen wit, sharp tongue, twinkling eye, and an infectious sense of wonder at this life. From Fort Smith, NWT, Jim is a jack-of-all-trades; adventurer, survivor and consummate bullshooter. His performances have been called entertaining, provocative and just a tad outrageous.

About Jim

Jim Green is a celebrated storyteller, poet, writer, broadcaster, and entertainer who has been living in the Northwest Territories for more than forty years. He’s a gyrating old counter-culture buzzard with a keen wit, sharp tongue, twinkling eye, and an infectious sense of wonder at this life. From Fort Smith, NWT, Jim is a jack-of-all-trades; adventurer, survivor and consummate bullshooter. His performances have been called entertaining, provocative and just a tad outrageous.
After 40 years he’s got a deep sack of northern tales and adventures to draw from. He might tell you about springtime in the north when the snow melts, the ducks come back and the whole world is abloom with doggie flowers or about the time he pertnear got shot in Fort Providence or the time he was a hero on Great Slave Lake or the time he got an email from seven chickens or how he found out the difference between men and women at the town dump when he was just a kid; but then again, he might tell you sumpthing else entirely.
He’s performed his own material in every province and territory of Canada. (And we happen to know that last fall he had a four-island, 16 engagement gig in Hawaii; a tough assignment but somebody hadda do it.)