The “Science” of Pipelines

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After a summer of traveling north of Superior and visiting my eldest son in South Korea, I returned home to Canada to find that, in the face of increasing opposition, Prime Sinister Stephen Harper had quietly proclaimed that "science" would determine the fate of the Northern Gateway Pipeline.

No politics pipeline

I wondered for a moment if I had missed a convergence of heavenly bodies and the dawning of a new age. Alas, it turned out to be merely more political greenwash on a done deal. You see, the only science that Mr. Harper has applied to any environmental issue has been the "science" of economics.From the early days when he first took office and shut down the One Tonne Challenge and the Environment Canada website so it could be rewritten in his image, to the current lobbying he is doing on behalf of the oil and gas industry, Stephen has consistently ignored any science other than economics. Continue reading

TWENTY YEARS LATER – Severn Cullis-Suzuki speaks again

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Dedicated to an amazing young woman.

June 11, 2012

It was twenty years ago when I heard  a speech that rocked my soul. It was delivered by a 13 year old girl to an audience of the old boy's club at the 1992 Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro. I have quoted it in every speaking engagement I have given since that day. It is the most pure and honest appeal for environmental literacy that has ever been spoken. I repeat it here, twenty years later. NOTE: at the next Summit in Africa, Severn walked away from the main conference, ashamed that corporate interests Continue reading

THE OMINOUS BUDGET BILL and Ducks Unlimited

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The failure of Environmental Education for a Sustainable Future

Our Prime Sinister of His Canada is about to push the Ominous Budget Bill C-38 through the House of Commons, and the Senate, because he can and he wants to – it is as simple as that. He doesn't need to listen, to negotiate, or to bargain. He didn't do it in committee, and he's not going to do it on TV during question period.  He will look cool, calm, and aloof, and if he needs a rebuttal, John Baird, or another pitbull lackey will deliver biting remarks to the Opposition. Remember, this is the same government that was defeated prior to the last election for contempt of Parliament. 

But after all those republican Robocalls, came a majority government and a certainty that Canada was open for business.The government's attitude seemed to change after President Obama put the brakes on the Keystone Pipeline because of the strength of the environmental lobby, and Stephen Harper reaiized he might lose his Alberta firewall. Suddenly we were beseiged with government ads warning against foreign funded environmental organizations trying to stop Canada's economic prosperity. Ethical Oil ads appeared, as if it were ethical to send oil to China, and the push for the Northern Gateway Pipeline was underway. How to bypass all those time-consuming environmental audits, especially the fisheries concerns of the Kitimat community  – change the laws. The solution: an omnibus budget bill, stacked with enough clauses (753) and modifications or changes to existing Acts (69) to choke a salmon. (Source: Globe&Mail, Front Page: 12/06/12)

This is a slam dunk, a done deal, a "you'll never recognize Canada when I'm through with it" moment. For me, as a global, environmental and outdoor educator, it is an absolute proof of the failure of our education system. We began alerting children to the issues facing the twenty-first century in 1970. Some of the best programs came out of Alberta's Outdoor and Environmental Education Team, so this is not an eastern tree hugger's commentary.

We get all cute and cuddly in elementary school, have a tiny percentage of students take high school credit courses in environmental studies and global education (if still offered), and offer a minor number of significant courses at Universities and Colleges.  In Ontario, Mike Harris and Guy Giorno snuffed out most of those courses and cleverly had the interdisciplinary environmental studies course chopped from the College of Teachers options. "It is not our vocation to nurture ciritical thinkers; it is our job to train productive consumers." If you don't have teachers experienced in interdisciplinary environmental studies, you won't have students learning about what we are doing to their environment and how to respond positively.

So, here we have anyone opposed to this budget bill listed as government enemy number one – every opposition party, every foreign funded environmental terrorist organization from the World Wildlife Fund to the Nature Conservancy of Canada to the fisheries scientists who violated their gag order by speaking out against this omnibus budget bill and its impact on environmental security.  This hypocrisy on top of the fact that the Conservative Reform Alliance Party did not campaign on any of these issues in the last election – called because they were found in contempt of parliament – changes to environmental assessments, introducing retroactive Cabinet veto power over environmental assessments, changes to the OAS, changes to EI, the abolishment of the Roundtable on Economy and Environment, the elimination of significant federal service positions in Parks Canada, and the very subtle changes to The Fisheries Act. 

Ah, The Fisheries Act, and despite the almost universal condemnation of the changes, the government proudly trumpeted that it had the support of a "conservation" organization – the only one at the table with the government was Ducks Unlimited Canada. Now, I have teased DUC on many occasions that they live to serve duck hunters, now known in DUC lingo as "Heritage Waterfowlers". After all, it's no fun to be a duck hunter if there are no ducks to hunt. Which is why DUC is the fifth largest foreign funded organization in Canada – environmental organizations didn't even make the Top Ten of foreign funded groups.

On the other hand, some of the best habitat restoration, waterfowl scientists, and education staff in Canada work for DUC. So, I sensed a conundrum. A good friend reminded me that is easy to sing with the choir who is opposing the government. What about the duck that sits down with the industrialist and tries to suggest a consensus as if the planet really mattered. Would it be better in the long run for DUC to be at the negotiations table, or was the government using them as a "greenwash" poster child?

 

Fortunately, after I had received a form letter from CEO Jamie Fortune explaining the DUC position, DUC was open enough to connect me with a wonderful representative in Ottawa.  Andrea Barnett explained that unlike many other environmental organizations like the Sierra club and WWF, who often  play environmental advocacy roles, or NCC, which primarily conserves habitat by buying land and through conservation easements , DUC is actively involved in construction on project sites to improve habitat for fish and wildlife – dams, beaver bafflers, burms, feed-ins from water courses that often trigger approval under the Fisheries Act – construction projects on the lands involved that can take many years of permit approval before DUC can do anything. The proposed changes to the Fisheries Act would make it much easier for DUC to carry out its rehabilitation and protection projects much more quickly. DUC also insists on upholding strong conservation principles and positive outcomes for fish and their habitats and has indicated that their support for this regulatory change will be determined by the outcomes of the regulatory discussion. A clear answer that will be proven in the upcoming years..

So as with any environmental issue, no one solution to a complex situation. For an oil exec, the Bill is a go. For a conservation organization seeking faster approval for restoration/enhancement projects, the strategic direction of the fisheries amendments in the Bill are positive. But for all those living on smaller rivers not considered to be "in the economic interest of the country" you are fresh out of luck. And for the First Nations seeking respectful dialogue on pipelines crossing their lands, there's a new sheriff in town, and for those underfunded environmental organizations interfering with Canada's economic security, you are extinct.

Our Canadian environmental education curriculum has failed spectacularly – otherwise there would be tens of thousands of environmentally literate Canadian citizens surrounding the Parliament Buildings in Ottawa on Wednesday. Don't blame Ducks Unlimited for constructive dialogue to support their mandate. As Pogo noted, to paraphrase the cartoon, "We have discovered the enemy, and it is us, the politically apathetic and uninformed."

When this Bill passes this week, Canada will never be the same. 

Skid Crease, Caledon 

Small Miracles

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My wife is a Principal at a York Region school.  She is a very good, hard working, dedicated and thoroughly professional educator. What she wants, more than anything, is for her students and staff to be successful in their teaching and learning. A principal, though, gets caught up in the administration cycle of putting out fires, and soothing ruffled feathers, and dealing with all the "stuff" that comes with managing and leading any large organization.

There are days when all she wants to do is teach again, to be that inspirational library teacher who fired up the passion in students to be excited about learning, and inspired teachers to grow through ongoing professional development. So this week she was overjoyed when she got to do that once again, in the form of a tiny insect egg case.

Every spring, when I work at Kortright Conservation Centre in Woodbridge, Ontario, I scour the dry grasses for praying mantis egg cases. Once you find one, you never forget the pattern of what you are looking for – a beige, oblong object about as big as an adult's thumb from the knuckle up. I describe it to students as looking for a little foam peanut in the grass.

The female mates in the late summer, eats the male for nutrition (nothing personal, it's all for the kids), lays her egg case on a plant stem, and dies. The little egg case lays unseen through the fall, and the winter snow, and, in the warmth of late spring, stirs to life. The young nymphs, dozens of them, chew their way out of the egg case and emerge as perfect tiny models of the adult. The young mantids will hang around the egg case for a while, often preying on each other, before moving out into the great meadow to live and die.

I bring home one egg case every spring, and put it in a ventilated insect container with a magnifier lid and wait. The other day, my wife heard her kindergarten students choral reading a poem about a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, and she told the students that she had a praying mantis egg case at home. Of course, they all wanted to see it, so that night she asked me if she could take it in to her school. As fate would have it, when we went to the back porch to check on it, the first nymphs were just emerging. Perfect timing!

The next day she took the egg case and container and magnifier into her school, and four classes of wide-eyed kindergarten children watched the miracle of life unfold as the tiny nymphs emerged. They were absolutely intrigued by the little mantids climbing up and falling off the stems and climbing up and falling off again, just like little toddlers learning to walk. One child commented, "I can't believe they look just like their mother!" Others just thought it was all so cool. All were mesmerized by these tiny insects and a new respect for ife emerged.

Like Barry Lopez once wrote, it's not the role of an adult to know it all. It's the role of an adult to affirm in the eyes of a child that this life around us in all its forms is all so cool. To see that look in the eyes of a child that says, "I did not know until now that I needed someone much older to confirm this, the feeling I have of life here. I can now grow older, knowing it need never be lost."

Well done, my love.

Skid Crease, Caledon

p.s. The nymphs are safely back home exploring our garden. Life is good.

My Polar Bear

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Yes, that is MY polar bear. I like to think of him as living out his life wild and free in the Arctic, but I know his fate has already been decided, and it will not be a pleasant ending.

My bear and I first met on an amazing summer Arctic expedition with Students on Ice. It was a fourteen day journey by sea on the S.S. Discovery, now resting forever in the icy waters of the Antarctic, with a team of seventy-five students and twenty-five scientists and educators to study the impact of climate change in the Arctic.  We traveled from Iceland to Greenland to Nunavut following the route of the early Viking explorers. It was a life changing experience for me.

One day, our incredible expedition leader, Geoff Green, motioned for me and Trevor Lush, one of our expedition photographers, to join him in a zodiac. The three of us snuck off to a remote bay where a polar bear had been sighted by one of the other zodiacs as they were returning to the ship. We kept our fingers crossed that the bear would still be there as we headed out to the bay.  It was a crystal clear day, a photographer's dream of primordial elementals fused together under a crystal arctic light.

The bear was asleep on the rocks when we approached, engine off, and drifted in. We stopped only a few metres away, cameras up and and ready. Not a sound, not a breath – this was probably as close as I would ever be to a polar bear in the wild, unless I was about to be ingested. The bear slowly pushed up onto his haunches and regarded us calmly, almost detached. Then he got up on all fours and moved to the water. He looked straight at each of us, looked around at the surrounding rock slopes, then put his head right under the water to check out the zodiac. My heart was pounding.

He pulled his head up and sat down, glanced at us again, and then turned and looked away, out to the open water. It was the most moving look I had ever seen in the eyes of an animal, almost meditative.  It was a look that seemed to say, "Listen to me. I am waiting for ice, I am waiting for seal, and I do not understand. I do not understand why home is changing so quickly, so I need you to understand for me.  I will not die here without my story being told. You are the storytellers – use your voices." It was a request whispered through the roots and the rhythms of life, a reminder of the connections that unite us all.

We backed away in silence and I was haunted. We left him alone on the shore still gazing off across the bay. Geoff explained on the way back to the boat that he was a young male, probably on a starvation fast. With the ice out so early and returning so late, there were no seals for him to hunt. He was too young to take on a walrus, and if he wandered into human habitation searching for garbage he would be shot.  Either way he was doomed, forced to wait until the late summer ice returned, and hope he had enough fat reserves to last him through the fast.  If the bay stayed ice free much longer, he would be another fur draped skeleton on the rocks by wintertime.

"I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues." Who speaks for bear, Dr. Seuss?

That is why my bear sits at the top of my webpage.  To remind me to use my voice.  To remind us that climate change is not a theory, that it is impacting our Arctic faster than anywhere else on Earth, and that the consequences of ignoring its rapid acceleration are the extinction of species. That is why I am so angry at our current governments for their absolute abdication of environmental responsibility in developing policies to deal adequately with accelerated climate change. My bear is our canary in the coal mine, and he is asking us for help.  To paraphrase my favourite story, "Unless people like us care a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better, it's not."

Come on Canada and the U.S.A., bear is waiting. What will it take to wake us up? Perhaps it's as simple as rediscovering our place in the universe. As the wonderful eco-theolgian Thomas Berry says in The Dream of the Earth:

"In relation to the earth, we have been autistic for centuries. Only now have we begun to listen with some attention and with a willingness to respond to the earth's demands that we cease our industrial assault, that we abandon our inner rage against the conditions of our earthly existence, that we renew our human participation in the grand liturgy of the universe."

Amen.

Skid Crease, Caledon

Photography by Skid Crease, Nunavut, 2005