May 29, 1978

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Interview

Maclean’s: Have the hills and moors of Yorkshire always been your home? Herriot: Actually, I was born in Sunderland which is not far from here and carted off to Glasgow in Scotland when I was three weeks old. So, I suppose I’m a Glaswegian. You’ll notice I still speak with a Scot’s burr.

Canada

The RCMP: getting at their dirty tricks

Come summer, the privileged caste which runs the country from Ottawa’s elmshrouded Rockcliffe village will welcome a new family—the David McDonalds of Edmonton. Over the past 10 months of the inquiry into alleged RCMP Security Service (SS) irregularities. By ROBERT LEWIS8 min

Justice

Rape: the word may go, the violence remains

For $6 and a smile, the Toronto Rape Crisis Centre will sell you a T-shirt. Six dollars may be a lot for a metre of Chinese cotton, but the smile should come easily; the shirts carry an amusing message: No Means No. Simple, to the point and no mean commentary on male-female relationships. By MICHAEL POSNER7 min

Letters

I disagree with Tom Hopkins attitude toward Gordon Lightfoot in his article, Gordon’s Song (May 1). Instead of raking Lightfoot over the coals, he should have praised what the music is saying. JO-ANNE CARLGREN, TORONTO The Pill and all its works Your article on the perils of the pill, A Blessing and a Curse (April 17), was electrifying.

Lifestyles

Let the good times roll

Zero gravity is what they’re aiming for, wheels turning in midair, the weightless feeling, the rush, pushing their stomachs into their mouths. Skateboarders have had to find their thrills illicitly, riding the rim of an empty swimming pool, spiraling down a parking lot ramp, cutting the curve of a concrete spillway. By MIKE MACBETH6 min

The crowning of a new Messiah for the party of Alma, Ezra and Alf

The salvation of Canada is its innocence. Where sophisticated corruption marks other states, our corruption is only of the soul. Where debauchery and lechery mar other scenes, our sins start at banal and end at bathos. To encompass the two, we venture to Winnipeg, the garlic capital of the world, to witness—full-frontal—a reunion of that strange fundamentalist breed of downhome politicians: the freak show of the national scene. By Allan Fotheringham5 min

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