human rights

(2018 April 18) – People can forget how to spell bigot but remember how to be bigoted. I was reminded of this when I read a recent article by Harriet Sherwood, religion correspondent for The Guardian. Members of the Muslim community in the Scottish town of Stornoway are building a mosque. Good for them. If they feel they need one, which they do, and have raised the money to build it, which they have, they should have their mosque, and they will. Stornoway is on the Isle of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides. It has a lengthy history of bigotry. It is normally exercised againstRead More →

I was looking for something completely unrelated to this particular memory. I know it is somewhere in my home office, possibly in a crowded desk drawer or an even busier bookcase. Maybe it’s near the bottom of a pile of papers in the closet. I don’t know, because I haven’t found it yet. But I will. It’s an old address book my mother kept. A lot of the entries were made when we still lived in England, and that was 60 years ago. Some were made after we came to Canada. I stopped looking for it when I was sidetracked by the discovery of Lynne’sRead More →

For International Women’s Day 2017, I have resurrected and updated a column I had in the Guelph Tribune on this day in 2012. It sometimes feels like we are five years further forward and fifty years further back. ***** Misogyny is the hatred of women. It’s not a pleasant thing to think about today, International Women’s Day, but it just won’t go away . It would be nice to think we could get through at least one day in relative peace, but we won’t. Today, somewhere in Guelph, more than one man will lash out in anger. More than one wife, daughter, sister or motherRead More →

A couple of weeks ago, we went for a short five day visit to Knoxville Tennessee. My sister-in-law lives there with her family and she was coming up to her 60th birthday. Lynne and I jumped in a car with a family friend and Lynne’s father and off we went. There wasn’t enough room in the car, so we left Charlie behind with his good friend Mickey. He is a small cockapoo, a bit smaller than Charlie but just as full of energy. They have been pals forever. Mickey and his man Grant would house sit with Charlie while we were away. When we gotRead More →