Profiled: A Canadian Community-Capacity Champion

The cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead was on to something when she expressed the importance of “never doubt[ing] that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has”. In such a way did Martin Luther King Jr. create equal opportunity for African Americans, Harvey Milk provide a forum for gays and lesbians to demand their rights (did you know that in the state of California, tenants used to face eviction if caught having homosexual sex in a rented apartment?), Mothers of East L.A. (MELA) successfully fought against the opening of a state prison, incinerator, and chemical plant close to their childrens’ schools (what the hell, East L.A.?), and Vancouverites triumphed in the abolishment of the HST (there’s nothing wrong with wishful thinking, right?).

In order to effect such change, citizens need to feel empowered to do so – this is often referred to as community capacity. The most basic and necessary component of community capacity is participation. I know you’re thinking that this is fairly obvious – and I agree it is kinda common sense – but far too often it does not occur, and a façade of capacity creates a sham pall over a community.

A Canadian non-profit organization, created by a group of individuals who felt impassioned to make a difference, deserve mentioning on this Obama-endorsed, world-renowned blog (See our established editor-in-chief’s post for details). They’ve successfully embraced the notion of participation within their charitable work in the horn of Africa (primarily, Ethiopia).

rural-water-tap-india-081002Many of their projects focus on bringing clean water and sanitation facilities to Ethiopia. Often, consultations within communities as to what projects or resources are needed are run and dictated by the NGOs, local officials, chiefs, and a few key influential citizens. Marginalized members of the community, such as women and the poor, are often not able to participate in any community decision-making – hence the sham pall. Even if marginalized citizens are able to attend such forums (difficult, given the fact that much of their day is spent working, looking after children or completing domestic chores), other factors such as societal structures and norms (do women feel comfortable speaking publicly in front of men?), and power dynamics (are poor citizens able to express their views in front of their wealthier neighbours?) play a role.

Given all of this, in what way is Partners in the Horn of Africa accomplishing the difficult feat of attaining true capacity? Partners in the Horn is so very different because it works with Ethiopians – many of them women who have come from a disadvantaged background – to gain trust within communities, and obtain information from all citizens (which sometimes means travelling to homes and small villages). They also work with local chiefs towards creating a culture of inclusion and participation – a much loftier and long-term goal. In such a way, they gain community consensus as to what is most necessary within that community. The community then participates even further by helping to see the project come to fruition – by contributing 10-15% of the projects cost (in labour and materials, when available). From start to finish, community members are involved and feel a sense of ownership over the project they’ve chosen. One of my favourite projects involves building pit latrines in rural elementary schools. The absence of latrines means children must relieve themselves on the school grounds – a major reason why some girls stop attending school. Waste from latrines then drain into an underground bio-gas tank, creating methane gas which is transmitted through a copper line to the cafeteria where methane fire burners heat meals AND is also neutralized and applied to vegetable gardens. Really, how cool is that?

Partners was started by a very small group of Canadians who visited Ethiopia and wanted to make a difference. They’ve embraced the notion of participation-founded community capacity, with admirable results. Bravo, thumbs-up, tip o’ the hat, and a round of applause to you, Partners!

Coors Buckles to the Irate Toronto Lobby

Apparently some Torontoites aren't just cold, but winy as well.

Apparently some Torontoites aren't just cold, but whiny as well.

What the hell Coors? Just when you shy away from that Silver Bullet nonsense and come up with something both hilarious and clever you pull it because of a few whiners?

Are these really the people who are going to drink your beer?

Ok, let’s back up. In case you didn’t see the headlines this week, Coors recently decided to scrap an ad campaign a few weeks early. The campaign was put up on billboards  across BC. The controversial message: Coors Light is “colder than most people from Toronto.”  Shocker. Here’s the background story courtesy of our good friends at the Tyee.

What really gets me is it is not the Toronto community that’s has been agitating for the destruction of the ad campaign, but rather a small select group of humourless folks who seem to pop up in every community around the world. They’re kinda like that dude you met recently at your friends party who didn’t laugh at jokes and seemed to get a kick out of taking personal offense to any vaguely controversial thing you say (I met this person several years ago at a sociology party at the University of Victoria). These people are loud, opinionated, and chomping at the bit the get in a scrap about anything deemed vaguely politically incorrect. What they lack in numbers, they make up for in volume. It’s this shrill volume that’s got the Coors marketing execs freaking out and what eventually convinced them they need to pull their ads.

It’s really to bad. The campaign is clever and plays well on the growing regionality that exists in our great country. It’s a regional pride that sometimes gets its energy from friendly provincial rivalry.

BC – the laid back pot smokers; Alberta –  the country, right wing, religious, oil people; Manitoba – mosquitos and a ring road that traps people from Winnipeg from ever escaping; Quebec – gravey-drenched poutine and gorgeous women. I could go on, but I’ll leave that for anyone who wants to comment.

The point is each region has good and bad stereotypes that make them unique and bond their citizens in a terrific way. The fact that Westerners think of Torontoites as cold and business-focussed denizens of corporatism and capitalism (Toronto has been likened by many Canadians as the Centre of the Universe for a reason), isn’t surprising. It also should be taken with a grain of salt. There are lots of Torontoites that don’t fit that mold (or the Coors campaign mold for that matter) and are as warm as can be.

Why? Because in a way each community boasts its own characteristics. The good characteristics should be celebrated. The bad ones should be laughed at. Unfortunately, many in Toronto and Coors don’t seem to be laughing to hard.

Tennis Builds Community

Next to yachting, polo and golf, tennis has traditionally been considered a sport reserved for the idle rich – an elitist past time where the masses had no place. But it’s not Victorian England anymore, folks, and we need to recognize that tennis has gained immensely in popularity. I think, however, there is an enduring perception among many is that it’s just for stuck up blue bloods.

And hey, look no further than the hallowed Vancouver clubs of Hollyburn, Lawn and Tennis or Jericho to see why. Membership fees there are exorbitant, wait lists are years long, tennis white and proper etiquette are de rigeur. I happened to weasle in to Jericho for a game the other day and was amazed to see that, at 4:30 pm on a week day, the courts were chocablock. I know that Vancouverites like to take it easy in the summer, but this was a little much. “Oh the idle rich….” I thought, shaking my head. As a little aside, though, a cooled water fountain at every court was rathah deeelightful.

But seriously, tennis does not have to be all about pomp, circumstance and exclusivity. It can be a great social past time, welcoming people of all backrounds and circumstance to grab a racquet, wack a ball and build some community with every rally. Let Jericho and Hollyburn have their fun, no harm there, but the rest of Vancouver also needs access to public courts to bring the sport invented by Kings and for kings to us, the people!

Here’s a little an example of how tennis, at least for me, makes me feel part of my community. Most evenings, now that it’s light so late, I head over to the best public courts in the city at Stanley Park and pick up a game with whoever is hanging out at the practice wall. It’s a colourful scene down there with people of all abilities, shapes, sizes and personalities out to have fun and happy to play. There’s also always new people flocking to the courts looking for a game. And then there are the “lifers” – the people who seem to never leave: like the feisty Czech dude who lives out of his tennis bag, or underwear man, who plays in his tighty whites and has a wicked backhand, or the lumbering, bearded fellow who plays in 18 hole Doc Martens or the East European woman who scowls a lot and attacks each ball with such ferocity you just have to smile. Their daily presence make the courts cozily familiar. And then, of course, there is the heron colony which kicks up a rockin’, squackin’ serenade to the lively rallys below. And, if you’re lucky, like we were the other night, you might witness the dramatic spectacle of a massive bald eagle dive bombing the nests looking for tasty heron nibblies! Hey, Hollyburn, Hey Lawn and Tennis, eat your hearts out!

Vancouver needs more well maintained hard courts like the ones at Stanley Park. The courts at Kits Beach for example are sorely in need of repaving, given the crowds who use them in the summer months. Gregor, Louie, Parks Board folks, I’m guessing tennis isn’t on the top of the city’s pressing priority list, nor should it be given the desperate situation in the DTE, but it wouldn’t take much to fix up a few more courts and give more Vancouverites access to this fun and inclusive pastime.

community and the family dinner

Last night, some of The Weekly Gumboot staffers were fortunate enough to partake in one of the most quintessential moments of community: the family dinner. Seven of us were there. Five of us were then (and are now) under 30. Two were then (and are now) “grown-ups” or “parents.” And from 6:42pm until 8:51pm we laughed, philosophized, debated, ate, drank, and sustained our inter-familial community.

If you’re looking to have fun with it during a dinner part of family dinner, consider employing some of these helpful hints:

  • Diversify your Conversation: I don’t know about you, but I struggle immensely with pauses in a conversation. So, when it comes to good conversation, it’s always good to have a few ideas in your back pocket. At one point our discussion segued from climate change to unibrows to German Holocaust guilt to macaroni and cheese. Obviously, some of the more, well, delicate topics (like unibrows) must be arrived at gently; however, with a good group of people, it will undoubtedly go somewhere fun if you ask a question like: “So, what do you think about the role of ninjas in the current global economic crisis?”*
  • Eat Well: It’s all pretty simple. Whatever you’re good at cooking, cook it! Good food (which is a totally relative concept: my friends Kurt and Theo like to braise and slow-cook things of the gourmet variety, while my aunt and uncle add bacon to Kraft Dinner) brings people together in a beautiful way.
  • Be Nice: You might not agree with a certain point of an argument or the tact taken to present an idea, but when you’re a guest in someone’s house (and their feeding you!) know when to say, “I think we can agree to disagree.” And if you’re a host, don’t push an issue when it’s clear that there’s a divergence in points of view. My friend has a great shirt that simply states, “Jesus says: ‘Don’t be a dick’.” Jesus is right.
  • Be Inclusive: If someone at the table isn’t saying much, try seeing if they want to be involved in the discussion. Asking questions is a great way to motivate the shier – or uninterested – members of the dinner table into the conversation. It will make you well-liked, too. Perhaps even an expert conversationalist!
  • Take Risks, and Don’t be Boring: Be yourself. And obviously keep your comments within the realm of societal acceptance. This being said, play to your audience and don’t be afraid to make things interesting. If you have a good team at the table, they’ll acknowledge your successes and failures with body language or the occasional, “wow, I honestly can’t believe you just said that…” If you feel momentum, run with it. And know that it’s always a good idea to leave on a high-note. When in doubt, try relating random parts of the evening (such as macaroni and cheese) to pirates: “the Sicilian pirate, Captain Macaroni, made a name for this type of pasta by drowning his victims in huge tubes of it!”

So there it is. Some ideas from everywhere that will help us all navigate our next dinner party.

A bientot!

- John

*Ninjas, as we know, have been pulling strings in the shadows for years. Backroom deals, secret operations, expert assassinations, taking orders from Dick Cheney, and battling Batman in epic hand-to-hand combat over the future of Gotham City.

“millions of small beginnings”

I wish I could take credit for conceptualizing and penning the title of this post. But I can’t. And I won’t.

These words belong to a much, much wiser and impactful man than I (but I’m getting there – we’re getting there – and The Gumboot is our voice). On Wednesday, January 21 I was lucky enough to hear Goran Carstedt – former CEO of Volvo and IKEA, currently working with the Clinton Foundation on its Climate Action Project – present on the topic of Leadership and Climate Change. Inspiring stuff, let me tell you.

And here’s why. It was because of the “millions of small beginnings” concept he eloquently espoused to the audience.

I’ll just let that sink in for a sec.

Got it?

Good!

Dr. Carstedt was talking about the “millions of small beginnings” as they related to the Industrial Revolution – an event that pulled so many of us in the Western world out of poverty and into delicious modernity. Yes…I recognize the profound complexity of the previous statement because of the industrialized warfare, technological manipulation and moral poverty that modernism has also thrust upon us. Think about it, though, today the world – in spite of what so many sensational people in the media and on street corners (and even my friend, The Professor, at the Commercial/Broadway Skytrain Station) – is actually more peaceful than it’s ever been. And, clearly, many of us are eating pretty darn well. And we’ve got a collective disposable income – as well as access to credit – that has allowed us to grow our businesses, families, intellect, communities, and our worldly experiences to incredible new levels. We’ve connected ourselves in amazing ways and have made our planet smaller. And the best thing about the Industrial Revolution is that it was not mandated by a government or an oligarchical collective of powerful businessmen or by workers of the world. It came from millions of small beginnings. Organically. Democratically. Beautifully.

And then there’s the flip side. There’s the part of the story where we went and fucked it all up. Organically. Democratically. Beautifully.

Poison and poverty plague our planet. And so many of us out there work in jobs we don’t like to buy things we don’t need. Our economy is volatile (as it turns out Adam Smith’s invisible hand seems to be corrupt, incompetent, ignorant and is constantly touching parts of Milton Friedman’s lingering spirit in the dirtiest of ways) and our leaders care more about getting re-elected than they do about big picture, long-term strategies that will save our planet. And some people have lost hope.

But we shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. Because right now. Today. Right here. From the hallowed confines of The Gumboot to electric-free villages in Zambia. There are millions of small beginnings. It’s happening right now. Together, as a community, with our ideas from everywhere we are sewing the seeds and laying the groundwork for a new kind of ecological, economic and anthropological stewardship for this poor little planet of ours. I’m excited to see what happens. You should be too.

Oh and, um, to all my teammates out there. Let’s not fuck this one up. Time’s a bit of an issue…

Be a great day.

- JCH

The "Good" News: In Defense of (shudder) the Media (the old fashioned kind) and it's Contribution to Community.

Yesterday, I opened the Thursday edition of the Vancouver Sun. I’m happy to report that my eyes landed on two articles, one big, one small, each facing each other, that sounded like conversation starters: green thinking with a community angle. The stuff we gumboot-wearing bloggers love.

In a special to the “Sun”, Nicholas Read wrote about “Green Graves.” It’s the newest rage in cemetery circles, laying to rest in a biodegradable bag among the trees, sans-embalming. Read points out that this burial process has been practiced by BC First Nations for centuries. Now, cemetery directors and a few government officials are starting to adopt the idea to the land designated for the deceased.
Opposite the green graves story was an article about cobblers and their rise in popularity. According to the article, more and more people are opting to bring their old shoes in for repair rather than buy new ones. I can attest to this errand. Just a few weeks ago, I brought two pairs of shoes in to my local cobbler and probably got another couple of years out them. Score!
On the next page over, there was an article about Vancouver’s classic east-side butcher, Save-On-Meats. I don’t know whether you’ve heard or not, but it could shut down as early as March.  The owner is ready to retire and hoping to sell the business. So far, there are no bidders. It’s a classic, sad story: a Vancouver landmark shutting down for good. But it also appeals to the Vancouverite in me: a lover of all things “local.” And it serves my point: that amid the “doom and gloom” of our economic situation and the “dramatic” vocabulary of Canada’s news wire, you’ll find there’s “good” news out there – in every sense of the word.
So I challenge you to challenge your news. The stories your paper produces should be stimulating water-cooler, nay, Brita-filter conversation, at least if they want to survive Web 2.0 without losing out completely to citizen journalism and everything else available for reading on the web.