In a few days the Tribe and I will celebrate Christmas and the coming of another new year. I am not rich but the children and I have reached a level where most of all our material needs are adequately met on a regular basis. The children are doing well in school and after a year filled with health issues the only concern that remains outstanding is a terrible flu-like bug that has laid me low the last few days. In a year that saw the Last Amazon go under the knife and my oldest son diagnosed with a leg tumor (benign) I now think I can deal with a little bug with lots ASA, Nyquil and kleenex and still have room to be grateful for blessings - small and large. I never would have gotten to this position without the help and support of a small circle of friends and family a long the way. One person that was absolutely crucial to my family’s prosperity especially in those early hard days was Valarie, the godmother to all my children.
I met Valarie in a laundry room when I was pregnant with my second son. We had just moved from Riverdale to downtown Toronto and my days were very much filled with ordinary things like cooking and cleaning and watching the Last Amazon grow. I was still in that difficult transition stage of being a stay at home new mom with another on the way. For someone that would often would take a second job just to be busy (okay, I liked the extra money too) it was a hard transition to make and often the only person I had to talk was the Last Amazon’s father. He had his virtues but being a gripping conversationalist was not one of amongst them – the dog was often more responsive.
Valarie was the mother of two at that time and had not yet progressed to the ‘mother of many’ designation. She had been isolated for more years than I could possibly have imagined when I first met her. It was the first time that I actually enjoyed doing the laundry. I loved her sense of irony and her quick wit. She stayed on till I finished doing the laundry and I brought her home for coffee. She was busy warning me about the dangers of living in a downtown high rise. Just the other day she heard a terrible racket in the hallway and went to investigate and the strangest thing happened. She turned the corner to walk into the stairway and before she knew what was happening she was lifted several feet off the ground and pinned by her neck against the wall by a man using only one hand. She was at eye level to the largest black man she had ever seen who was demanding to know what her business was. He had another man in a head lock at the other side of him. She managed to croak out that she lived there and only came out to find out what the racket was. She thought she was a goner but he let her go and ordered her to go home immediately as he was taking care of it. She ran back into her home and was shaking so hard that she could barely get her key into the door. She just finished her story and I was in the process of commiserating sympathetically when the Last Amazon’s father came through the door. Valarie jumped to her feet and screamed that’s him and ran out the door petrified.
I was so use to the Last Amazon’s father’s size that most times I took it for granted that his size and appearance often made him immediately intimidating for those who didn’t know him. I admit that it did have its uses and I wasn’t above using it to my advantage when dealing with rude store clerks. I really miss those days when a store clerk would give me a hard time and I could just call out for his attention and the clerks would immediately sweeten up. I always thought it was really wasted on him because he would often go out of his way to assure most people he was not a threat (unless his family was threatened) and went to great lengths of courtesy to put most people at ease. Being 5’ and not particularly intimidating looking, I have always resented being forced to prove that I am not a benign soul by doing something extreme to prove my point.
Of course, I gave the Man a good what for and lectured him long about going around scaring the neighbors and I was more than a trifle annoyed that he probably ruined the only chance I had in a long time for company during the day. He tried to justify it by saying he caught the man smoking crack in the hallway and he wasn’t going to let the some crackie poison the air where his wife and daughter lived, but if I recall correctly, I think I still burned his dinner that night.
Valarie did gather her courage a few days later and came by to apologize for screaming and running out the door when the Man came home from work and so begin a 14 year friendship that has yet to end. In the course of getting to know each other I learned that Valarie was Métis and originally from Northern Ontario. She lived a very troubled early life that was marked by alcohol and extreme abuse. I was very curious about her culture as she made only the vaguest references to it and I had retained very little information from high school history courses beyond that the fact that the Métis were a mixture of Native and European ethnicity. There was some vague memory that Louis Riel was Métis and played a role that is still considered controversial in Canadian history. Such was the extent of my knowledge.
One day I asked her what being Métis meant and she floored me with her answer; it was to be marked by birth as second rate and to never quite being able to measure up. Where she grew up in the North her family was shunned by the Native community who possessed treaty status, and when her family moved to the city they were shunned by their neighbors for being too “native”. When she took the mandatory Canadian history courses in high school she learned that
the man her father revered was judged a traitor to this country; she simply hung her head in shame. Up until very recently she could not tell you what it means to be Métis except to say that it was not something she would ever willing choose to be if the choice was hers alone.
But an interesting change happened about 18 months ago. I started to blog and being a good friend she started to read what I posted. Eventually that lead her to read Darcey at
Dust my Broom and from Darcey’s site she found other voices; both Métis and Native. For the first time, she has been given a glimpse into her own solitude and experience. She has heard the voices that were silent to her before. There is a hidden value to internet, blogs and blogging, and it is this; it is a way to reach out to others that previously would have remained firmly locked and entrenched in their separate solitude.
All of which brings me to the bizarre defamation lawsuit brought by Manitoba Métis Federation against
Cyber Smoke Signals for hosting an online petition calling for a halt in funding the MMF for amending the bylaws or funding a new election until the MMF has complied fully with a Court of Queen’s Bench order issued January 27, 2004 which calls for a fair and democratic vote.
You can view the
original petition here. I am not a lawyer and therefore cannot offer any legal counsel or claim any expertise in the laws governing the defamation in Canada, but quite frankly, I have read far more inflammatory language used calling for the impeachment of George W. Bush or Greenpeace calling for ban on the seal hunt.
And if the suit against
Cyber Smoke Signals was not strange enough the original petition was drafted by legal counsel who has now accepted employment with the alleged plaintiff’s. What follows is press release from the Cyber Smoke Signals dated December 16, 2005:
DEFENCE LAWYER CALLS ON MMF TO NAME CHARTRAND IN LAWSUIT - Emails Prove
Chartrand Authored Petition: Niederhoffer
PRESS RELEASE (Number 3)
Friday December 16, 2005
For Immediate Release
WINNIPEG - A lawyer for one of the defendants in a defamation suit brought by the Manitoba Métis Federation (MMF) is calling on the MMF to include
Winnipeg lawyer Lionel Chartrand as a defendant to the suit.
Terry Belhumeur and Clare Pieuk, respectively the domain-name owner and webmaster of CyberSmokeSignals (www.cybersmokesignals.com), are being sued by the MMF for having posted on the website in January 2004 a petition containing allegedly defamatory comments about President David Chartrand and the MMF Board.
Jeff Niederhoffer, the lawyer for Mr. Pieuk, says his client has e-mails which show that the petition was actually authored by Chartrand, a lawyer with Legal Aid who at the time agreed to advise both Belhumeur and Pieuk on due-diligence issues involving the website.
"Chartrand wrote the petition, and the idea for it originated with him," says Niederhoffer. "It was Mr. Chartrand who originally suggested the idea for a petition, and on January 21, 2004, he emailed a completed draft of the petition to my client and recommended he post it on CyberSmokeSignals."
A few days later, Niederhoffer claims, Pieuk posted the petition on CyberSmokeSignals exactly as written by Chartrand.
Niederhoffer says he believes that, in the interests of fairness, the MMF should add Lionel Chartrand as a defendant to the action. However, the lawyer also indicates he is prepared to act on his own if necessary.
"If the MMF doesn't take action within a reasonable time to include Chartrand as a party, we will likely bring a third-party claim of our own against Chartrand, or find some other way to bring him into this action," Niederhoffer confirms. At the very, very least, we are going to call Chartrand to testify in court as to his role in all this."
Chartrand is currently retained by the MMF as a consultant.
Any Questions, Please Contact:
Jeffrey J. Niederhoffer
Barrister and Solicitor
PO Box 48081 RPO Lakewood
Winnipeg, MB R2J 4A3
Telephone: (204) 471-8682
E-mail: jjn@niederlaw.com
The heart of this suit is not strictly a Métis issue but an attack on the principle of free speech and free expression which should be of paramount concern to all Canadians. It appears to be orchestrated by those who would consign any viewpoint that does not mirror their own back to the days of endless separate solitudes.