Tag Archives: poverty

Racism, and you and I…

Yesterday — March 21st – was “International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination”.* I first began to pay attention to racism as an adolescent. At first, simple things: everyone knew people who used the word “nigger” were racists, and … Continue reading

Posted in Racism, reflections | Tagged , , , , | 3 Comments

They ought to get out more!

“Hamilton police sickened by shocking conditions…” said the headline in the Toronto Star.* The story covered an inquest into the death of a developmentally delayed man. That police officers would be shocked made me feel exasperated, thus my sarcasm. But … Continue reading

Posted in compassion, consciousness, dependent, poverty, special needs | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments

Yes, it is our job to feed our neighbour’s child

Once again, a typical Conservative statement of values (with apologies to Hugh Segal): Minister James Moore says “Well, obviously nobody wants kids to go to school hungry. Certainly we want to make sure that kids go to school full bellied, … Continue reading

Posted in compassion, Hugh Segal, James Moore, poverty, social commentary, social justice | Tagged , , , , , | 7 Comments

“A Hard Name” – the documentary

The other night, for the second time in a week, I watched the TV Ontario  documentary A Hard Name.*  No doubt I’ll watch it again.  This is unusual behavior for me, but I know I’ll realize something new yet again, … Continue reading

Posted in child abuse, consciousness, convicts, criminal, parenting, pedophile, reflections, social justice | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Witness to poverty #2

I first met June when she arrived in my grade five class at Bronx Park School.  Fresh off the boat from Scotland, her accent was so thick we could barely understand her and she made us laugh a lot.   She and … Continue reading

Posted in consciousness, experience, friendship, personal power, poverty, reflections, values | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Witness to poverty….

Betty was a foster child when I met her.  We were both 16.  She believed that her foster family had taken her in only to help around the house.  Who can say if that was the truth, but it may … Continue reading

Posted in poverty, reflections | Tagged , , , , , , | 1 Comment