Letters

Optimism and new lace

August 11 1980
Letters

Optimism and new lace

August 11 1980

Optimism and new lace

Letters

Many thanks for the optimistic article Love and Marriage Wedded Once Again (Lifestyles, June 30). It was good to find something in favor of the old-fashioned customs even though the article did deal largely with the superficial trimmings and trappings of it all. After all, isn’t

the wedding just an exciting event compared to the lifetime achievement of marriage itself? Thanks, anyway, to the writers for their constructive and courageous outlook on such an important side of life.

REV. A. MACPHERSON, PORT CREDIT, ONT.

A lopsided count

Although I do not want to detract from the brilliant match between Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe, I think it would have been fair to give the women’s final at Wimbledon more coverage (A King on His Court, Sports, July 14). Five hundred words were written on the men and only 27 on the women. Evonne Goolagong Cawley’s skilful playing and triumph over Chris Evert Lloyd should have been dealt with more fully. They are two great ladies of tennis and deserve to at least have their scores printed.

KELLY DAVIDSON, RICHMOND, B.C.

Mind over master

With all the squabbling going on over whether genes or environment have a greater effect on the similar choices of separated twins, doesn’t it occur to anyone that twins might have a telepathic link? (Heredity Altered, Coincidence Denied, Behavior, June 9) Even husband and wife, after 30 years together, can be so of one mind that they think and choose alike. So couldn’t it be that identical twins, conceived from the same egg and sperm, developed together nine months in the same womb, in tune with each other’s heartbeat, body rhythms and brain waves, could develop a psychological rapport so strong that it transcends separation? I think the power of the mind is a much overlooked concept, particularly in scientific circles, but it makes more sense to me that twins would both call their dogs Toy and their sons James Alan than that some geneticist would come up with the brilliant theory that there is a common gene somewhere stamped “name your dog Toy.”

CAROLYN SIDLEY, TORONTO

Pack a banana

Allan Fotheringham decries the cultural clash between Ottawa and Alberta in oil negotiations ( The Man With the Club and the Man Who Runs the Taps, June 30) only to stir his cauldron of racial slurry to the boil. “... he [Trudeau] doesn’t have a single person in his cabinet today who can speak for the anglophones and the ethnic Anglo-Saxophones.” Mr. Trudeau and the federal cabinet not only speak for me (regardless of how I may have voted), but speak for Mr. Fotheringham and all the Canadian people. It is our Canada, our political system and our government. If Mr. Fotheringham doesn’t quite like this fact (regardless of how he may have voted), he could always pack up his divisive racism and move on to some banana republic.

R. W. BETCHLEY, MONTREAL

Full marks to Allan Fotheringham for his analysis of the oil negotiations between Ottawa and Alberta. As Shakespeare would not have said it: “Politicians who promised a petrol price blended, may find they’re elected but Prairie oil ended.”

ALTON R. DAHLSTROM, ROSSLAND, B.C.

Frankenstein’s monitor

Our scientists have been churning out various panacean goodies in the past few decades, many of which have been touted enthusiastically as being of enormous benefit to mankind (New Life for Sale, Cover, June 16). It seems inherent to scientific research that experiments be carried out to their ultimate conclusion, so, my question is, who—if anyone—is monitoring the scientists?

A clean-up joe-job

I read your story An Erotic Error That Titillates (Canada, June 30), and I was astonished at what we Canadians call justice. Because of a small error, Mr. Borowski was told that he [didn’t] know the difference between art and pornography. Well, it doesn’t take a genius to know the difference. I say hurray for Mr. Borowski’s attempt to clean up the Winnipeg Convention Centre. We should all attempt to clean up the smut that is being sold all over the place.

C. BRACKNAW, NOTRE-DAME-DE-LOURDES, MAN.

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After reading your article on the Canada Council’s Art Bank, may I suggest Mr. Borowski release his sexual frustrations doing something else. Maybe a little golf would do him good.

DANIELE PREVOST, PIERREFONDS, QUE.

Rape in the open

I fully support the views of Leah Cohen and Constance Backhouse as stated in Putting Rape in Its (Legal) Place, (Podium, June 30). I am grateful to them for bringing forth this issue of federal leg-

islation to abolish rape as a different crime from other physical assaults. Already, it seems, rape has become too commonplace in our society, with a very small ratio of rapes being reported and an even smaller ratio of offenders being convicted. Rape is more than a physical assault, it is the invasion of one’s humanity. Sometimes we forget this until it happens to our mother, wife, daughter or sister. We should give this matter the consideration it deserves and make our thoughts known to our federal representatives.

PATRICIA KING, CALGARY

Looking at a new ERA

I appreciated Barbara Amiel’s examination of the implications of the Equal Rights Amendment in the United States. (Let ’s Raise the Spectre of Unisex Washrooms—And All That Implies, Column, July 14.) Too many, for too long, have sat starry-eyed, admiring its glossy surface without closely examining the implications of its content on women and the family.

RICHARD R. ROBERTSON, DIRECTOR OF PUBLIC COMMUNICATIONS, THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS, TORONTO

If only they were white

Your story on the Indian condition (Third World on the Doorstep, Canada, June 30) makes clear to all your readers how bad it is to be an Indian in Canada in 1980. Government policies and programs, or rather their absence, can be summarily described as criminal neglect. Unfortunately, few Canadians, and even fewer parliamentarians, are exposed to, or understand, the Indian condition or Indian culture. In this First World country of plenty, dedicated to improving the human condition and economic opportunity, there is no need for the Indian condition. But let us face it, the Indians don’t count politically— baby seals in the Maritimes are more important. The Indians’ biggest problem is just that—they’re Indian. If they were white, or if we could see their condition, they would get more attention.

DAVID HEDMANN, ALKALI LAKE BAND, B.C.

The fires next time

Why is it that the only time South Africa is featured in your magazine is when things go wrong there? (One More Grind of the Heel, World, June 30) The present riots in South Africa are both unfortunate and tragic. There is no doubt that a share of the blame lies with the South African government which has been slow in initiating change in urban areas, but anyone who doubts the fact that other forces were at work behind those riots is either naïve or stupid. The fact that South Africa is involved in a struggle to preserve a proWestern civilization on a continent whose history speaks only too well for itself is not even mentioned. Your article ended “. . . last week’s fires were a symbol of the bridges that have already been burned.” Were the South African government to do what the international community ostensibly expects her to do, there would be—in a very short period of time—nothing left to burn, let alone symbolic bridges.

PHILLIP A. BAYER, WHITBY, ONT.