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Stories of a Life | 1988 | The Love of My Life | VCC | Pt. 2

May 11, 2019Broadview Co-op, fixin to die rag, Jude and Megan, Stories of a Life, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

Lori McHattie and her son Darren, August of 1998, at our Chesterman Beach cabin near Tofino

The woman you see pictured above is the love of my life.

In the summer of 1988, Lori and her son Darren, and my two children, 11-year-old Megan and 13-year-old Jude, travelled over to the west coast of Vancouver Island, where we rented a cabin near Tofino, and where we enjoyed the time of our lives, a memory that resides deep in me still.

This will not be the last time I write about Lori — today’s Stories of a Life will focus only on the first four days of our acquaintanceship.

Photo of Megan Tomlin, taken at the cabin near Tofino where we stayed in August 1988

As the children were growing up, given that (for the most part) during the first few years of their lives I was the sole custodial parent, sharing custody with Cathy as the children grew older, my relationship with my children was close. We talked about everything, and as far as was possible I answered every question put by them to me, as honestly and as fully as I could.

While Jude was an energetic boy of the world, making friends with anyone and everyone, full of joy and laughter, out and about in the neighbourhood and across the city (and in the mountains), skateboarding and skiing and as athletic as he could possibly be, Megan was a much quieter child, no more reflective than Jude, just more prone to staying close to me, and wanting always to converse on the broadest range of topics, and anxious to learn as much about the world (and all its complexities) as she could.

Megan was curious about the state and nature of the world, about politics and political structures, about the nature of governmental decision-making, both children attending the peace marches with me each year, as well as meetings of the progressive, left-of-centre Coalition of Progressive Electors Vancouver civic party, and various of the NDP meetings, and otherwise as engaged as she could be as a budding young feminist & community activist.

Megan, as with my mother, was also possessed of a preternatural ability.

Photo, Broadway campus, Vancouver Community College, taken from Chinacreek Park

Over the years, as we shared our lives with one another, both Jude and Megan were always curious about my “work”, what I was up to when I wasn’t with them. Arising from that interest on their part, I always sought to make them a part of my work life, taking them to the places of each of my employments, to my office in SFU’s Faculty of Education when I was working on my Masters, to attend in the elementary school classes where I taught (when they were on a ProD day), at Vancouver Community College, and later in my work at Pacific Press (which paid phenomenally well for very little work, allowing me to continue work as an arts and entertainment editor, and later, Director of Special Projects at Vancouver Magazine).

Early in the 1988 summer semester at Vancouver Community College (which I wrote about last week), Megan attended my first Monday class, sitting quietly near the back, erudite and well-read as always (better read than me, true then, true still), interjecting only occasionally to clarify some bit of information, for me or for one of the students in my English Literature class, unassuming and friendly, but clearly informed.

Midway through the three-hour class, we took a 15-minute break, most of the students leaving the classroom, with Megan standing with me outside my office, opposite the classroom, when the following occurred …

“Daddy,” said Megan, “do you see that woman standing just on the other side of the glass doors, the blonde-haired woman leaning on the railing?” Then a pause & the proffering of a question, “What day of the week is it?”

“Monday,” I replied.

“Hmmm,” she said, looking somewhat quizzical. “Monday, huh?” At which point, she seemed to find herself lost in thought for a moment, then turned to me to say, “By Thursday, the two of you will be living together.”

“Megan,” I protested, “I don’t even know who that woman is. And besides, she seems much younger than me.”

And at that, we dropped the subject, shortly after returning to the classroom, where she set about to correct me on aspects of my teaching presentation style, and information that I had imparted that she felt was not clear enough, and should have been better clarified by me, adding …

“Given who these students are, you seem not to be taking into consideration that they’ve been out of school for awhile. Your use of language, the words you choose could be better chosen to impart your message. And, oh yeah, you were telling the students that they would be expected to write papers during the semester. I want to be present when you’re grading those papers, and I want to read the papers you’re unsure as to what grade you will give. Overall, I trust your judgement — I’m just not sure I feel all that confident that your command of what constitutes good essay writing is as well-developed as it could be.”

The class was over at 9pm, I met with a handful of my students, some in the classroom, others in the hallway, and a couple in my office (with Megan waiting outside in the hallway, engaging with some of my students).

When the class had come to an end, I reminded the students Tuesday’s class would take place downtown, at a venue where a play I’d be teaching was currently being performed; student attendance was mandatory.

Megan and I left the campus around 9:30pm, stopping off at Mike and Edith’s (friends of ours) Cheesecake, Etc. on Granville Street, near the south end of the Granville Street bridge, where Megan enjoyed a piece of cheesecake topped with fresh, organic strawberries, and I had my usual fresh-baked, and toasted, baguette with butter and jam.

Both VCC Broadway campus English Literature classes attended the performance of the play, which took place upstairs from what is now part of the Vancouver Film School. My class sat close by me, while students who were taking my colleague Peter’s English Lit class sat nearby him, except …

When the lights went down, and the play began, I felt a warm hand move over my right hand, and looked over to see an absolutely radiant, beautiful young blonde woman, with her arm rubbing up against mine. I thought to myself, as I am wont to do in similar situations (which always come as a surprise me, having occurred quite frequently throughout my life) …

“Raymond, it’s a figment of your imagination. There’s no one sitting next to you, and most certainly, no one has their hand on top of yours.”

I didn’t give it another thought, returning my attention to the play.
On the Wednesday, I taught my Writing class (grammar! … I am the last person you would want to have teach you grammar … I am capable of doing it … grammar just seems so restrictive to me … but I suppose you need to know the rules, before you can break them).

Thursday I returned to teach my English Literature class.

After classes were over, and after meeting with a few of my students, a blonde-haired woman walked up to me — who I may, or may not, have been made aware of earlier in the week — saying to me …

“I’m working on a paper on apartheid, and have been told you might be of assistance in helping point me in the right direction to research the paper, and provide me as well with how I might best formulate my argument.

I’ve heard that you like to walk, particularly along the stretch of beach over by Spanish Banks. I was wondering if we might walk and talk, which would afford you an opportunity for some fresh air after three hours in a stuffy classroom? It is, after all, a lovely full moon night, don’t you think?”

I thought the idea of the walk was a good idea, and (as anyone who knows me soon realizes, I am more than voluble about conversing on issues of interest to me). I grabbed my coat out of my instructor’s office, and the two of us headed off in the direction of my car.

But I was famished.

I asked her if we might stop in for a brief moment at Cheesecake, Etc. on the way to the beach — we could discuss her paper over a bite to eat. When we arrived at Cheesecake, Etc., after consulting with her, when Mike came up to take our order, I requested two orders of the toasted baguette with jam. “Oh, you mean the usual,” said Mike. Both Mike and Edith flitted around this woman and I for the half hour of so we were in the restaurant, with Mike taking a break to begin singing at his piano, his songs seemingly directed at this young woman and I.

Just before 10pm, this young woman and I left the restaurant, climbed back into my car, and headed towards the beach, traveling down West Broadway, during which glide along the street, she turned to me to say, “You live near here, don’t you? I noticed it’s getting kind of chilly. I was wondering if you might have a sweater I could wear?” Within a couple of minutes, I pulled up in front of my housing co-op, turning to her saying, “I’ll grab you a sweater and be right down,” with her responding, “I’ll come up with you, if that’s alright, to find the sweater best to my liking.”

Upon entering my apartment, while she stood in my living room, I entered my bedroom to look on the shelving where I kept my two dozen sweaters (what can I say, I’m a sweater person). Upon returning to the living room, holding up a warm sweater I thought she would like, standing opposite her she approached me, and standing on her tippy-toes, she kissed me.

Once again, I thought to myself, “Raymond, she didn’t kiss you. That’s just a false projection. You just better give her the sweater, and head off to the beach.”

While I was having this inner dialogue with myself, she once again stood on her tippy toes, pulling my face closer to hers, and kissed me again, a long, luxurious kiss, a kiss unlike any other I’d ever experienced.

Lori and I moved into together that night.

Arts Friday | Netflix and the Death of the Theatrical Experience

May 10, 2019A & E, Arts Friday, Cinema, Diversions, Media, Netflix, Pop Culture, Television, Video & DVD, Web & TechRaymond Tomlin

With movie theatre attendance at a two-decade low and profits dwindling, with revenues hovering slightly above $10 billion, Hollywood is on the verge of experiencing the kind of disruption that hit the music, publishing, and related cultural industries a decade ago and more.
Hollywood once ruled the world with must-see movies that would entice people to head to the nearest cinema every weekend. But movie crowds have been declining as more people opt to “Netflix”, and chill at home.
Like other industries, entertainment is feeling the shock of technology and scrambling to adapt to sharply shifting economics. Studios are increasingly banking on big-budget franchise films to bring in bucks. But is that enough?
Wall Street Journal reporter Ben Fritz considered those issues in his book, The Big Picture: The Fight for the Future of Movies.

“Netflix is having a massive impact on Hollywood,” Fritz writes. “They’re disrupting all the traditional economics of television and movies. It’s inescapable how much Netflix has become the TV diet for so many people. Now it’s happening to movies.”

“The movie industry is going through what the record industry has gone through. Subscription streaming is changing the movie business. The music business has had to adapt to people streaming, and that’s going to happen in the movie business. A lot of traditionalists are saying, ‘No, a movie is made to be seen in a theatre.’ That may be what Hollywood wants, but that is not what a lot of consumers want.”

As we wrote in a column published in 2018, in recent years Hollywood has been gun shy about producing romantic comedies.

Netflix, though, has proven just how durable the romcom formula is.
When Lara Condon and Noah Centineo’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before débuted last August, it set Netflix streaming records, with over 45 million viewers tuning in. Needless to say, a sequel will be released later this year, as is the case with Joey King’s breakout hit, The Kissing Booth.
Meanwhile, Rose McIver’s The Christmas Prince also spawned a much-anticipated sequel on Netflix this past holiday season.
In 2019, Netflix is set to spend around $18 billion on original programming, most of which is slated for movie production and documentaries, consisting of a 121 movie and documentary slate. Warner Bros.will release 23 films this year, while Disney (Hollywood’s most profitable studio) will début a mere 10. All the Hollywood studios combined in 2019 won’t spend $18 billion on production, and will release only a mere fraction of Netflix’s titles.
Looking into the financial crystal ball, investment firm Goldman Sachs predicts that Netflix could have an annual spending budget of $22.5 billion in 2022, a staggering number that would see Netflix far outstrip the total spending by all of the Hollywood movie studios combined.
With Netflix boasting 139 million subscribers, and growing by millions every month, according to tech mogul Barry Diller, a former senior member of the executive team at Paramount and 20th Century Fox and current Chairman of the Expedia group, “Hollywood is now irrelevant.”

Having disrupted the model for TV broadcasters by making schedules extraneous and grabbing millions of viewers at the same time, Netflix is now making a run at Hollywood. “I think it’s going to be fascinating to watch,” says US journalist Gina Keating, author of Netflixed: The Epic Battle for America’s Eyeballs.
Netflix’s deep pockets have lured Hollywood stars such as Will Smith (Bright), Joel Edgerton, Sandra Bullock (Bird Box), Ben Affleck (Triple Frontier), Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson (The Highwaymen), Anne Hathaway, Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino and Harvey Keitel, the latter three of whom will star in Martin Scorcese’s $150 million epic, The Irishman, arriving day and date on Netflix and a handful of theatres across the continent this upcoming autumn season, just in time for the Oscars.
And talking about the Oscars, Netflix’s Roma won a slew of Oscars this past Ocotber, winning Best Director, Cinematographer and Foreign Language Film for Alfonso Cuarón, while Period, End of Sentence won Best Documentary. Both films have been available on Netflix since December.
Although Netflix has been around for over two decades, the company’s rise to the top of Hollywood happened in a remarkably short period of time.
House of Cards, Neflix’s first foray into original content, débuted only six years ago. By expending monies to produce more shows and movies, it has managed to grow so rapidly that even its own executives are surprised.

“We’ve outperformed the business in a way we didn’t predict,” David Wells, Netflix’s (now former) chief financial officer, told The Hollywood Reporter in late February, after the company announced that its subscriber base had increased by over seven million in the first two months of 2019, its largest increase ever.

While Hollywood could take control of its fate, it’s very difficult for mature businesses — ones that have operated in similar ways for decades and where the top players have entrenched interests — to embrace change.
One can imagine the future looking something like this: You come home (in a driverless car) and say aloud to Alexa, Siri, Google Home or some A.I. assistant that doesn’t exist yet, “I want to watch a comedy with two female actors as the leads.” Alexa responds, “O.K., but you have to be at dinner at 8pm. Should I make the movie one hour long?” “Sure, that sounds good.” Then you’ll sit down to watch on a screen that resembles digital wallpaper.
At the Consumer Electronics Show this year Samsung débuted a flexible display that rolls up like paper.
There are other, more dystopian theories which predict that film and video games will merge, and we will become actors in a movie, reading lines or being told to “look out!” as an exploding car comes hurtling in our direction, not too dissimilar from Mildred Montag’s evening rituals in Fahrenheit 451.
When we finally get there, you can be sure of two things.
The bad news is that many of the people on the set of a standard Hollywood production won’t have a job anymore. The good news?
You’ll never be bored again.

#VanPoli Civic Politics | The Death of Cynicism | Part 4 of 4

May 9, 2019#VanPoli Civic Politics, BC Politics, Canada, Jude and Megan, News, Politics, Vancouver, Vancouver Votes 2018, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

From a diehard VanRamblings reader (and friend and associate, who holds VanRamblings to account), a former Park Board Commissioner, longtime politico, keen observer of Vancouver’s civic political scene, a well-respected local architect and designer, a city-builder, world traveler, husband and father, and sometimes, just sometimes, a bit of a curmudgeon…

“Not sure why you think these Councillors are doing such a great job!

In addition to being overly swayed by staff, these novice Councillors continue to sit back and leave the Vision Vancouver agenda intact, an agenda which got Vision un-elected, decimated, and an agenda that has resulted in so much damage to our City. As well, in each of your examples in your series this week on our City Councillors, the initiatives you think are so wonderful are contradicted by other decisions they have made.

In particular, Councillor Boyle’s energy shift sounds great if it is meant only to be read. But, think about how each of these ideas can be realized. She wants all neighbourhoods to be walk / bike / transit-friendly, and to use wood frame construction, and yet she voted to support the Skytrain SUBway, and it’s greenhouse gas-spewing green glass concrete towers, unfriendly to neighbourhoods, our seniors’ population and young families.

If Councillor Christine Boyle was really as good a listener as you suggest she is, as a first term Councillor she could have taken advice from knowledgeable people (think: Patrick Condon) that the two approaches are not compatible. Only Councillors Colleen Hardwick and Jean Swanson seem to have their heads screwed on straight on the transit file.

I am surprised (and disappointed), as well, to learn that Councillor Adriane Carr continues to support bonus density policies that have long proven to be and are destructive to neighbourhoods. Meanwhile, her Green seatmate on Council, Pete Fry, is trying to get everybody to drive no faster than 30kph when the most energy efficient speed is 38-40kph. While that gets him media coverage, is that sensible Green policy?

Perhaps a better sum up of Council’s performance to date is a ‘hmmm‘”.

- Bill McCreery, architect, VanRamblings reader, politico, keen city observer.

Much of what Bill McCreery writes in indisputable; he, like many across our city, is frustrated at the slow pace of change at City Hall and the cumbersome nature of decision-making, not to mention an unbecoming naïveté and acquiescence to staff, masked as the defining, seemingly newfound ethos at City Hall, now guided by “being respectful of others.”
There’s a lot of that going on at Vancouver School Board, as well - which not only makes for dull politics, it makes for unproductive, unfocused politics, politics too often in the sway of an entrenched bureaucracy, with the decision-making that takes place not for the people, but rather at the expense of the interests of the very people who elected our city officials into office, responding to a campaign of hope for better, when all we’re getting now is the same ol’ same ol, an utterly unacceptable status quo.
The lack of action thus far in civic governance is frustrating, maddening.
Swept into office on a wave of optimism and the belief that change, change for us, for parents & for children, for seniors & for renters, for the disenfranchised, for the struggling single mother and all the struggling families across our city was possible, and as assiduously as our electeds apply themselves to their work at City Hall, day-by-day, and week after frustrating week, the hope the electorate felt emboldened by last October fades into the miasma of an “I’m alright, Jack” ethos that has set our well-heeled civic officials apart from the “hoi polloi” who thrust them into office.

Sadhu Aufochs Johnston, the City Manager of Vancouver, British Columbia, the CEO.

When Mayor Gregor Robertson and his majority Vision Vancouver Council assumed office at City Hall in December 2008, the first order of business for the fledgling party was to appoint a new City Manager to carry out the programme the party had announced, run on and committed itself to during the course of their thirty-day (and night) winning campaign for office.
From 1999 until 2008, when she was unceremoniously turfed from City Hall, Judy Rogers was the city manager for the City of Vancouver, our city’s first female city manager. At the time of her dismissal by the new Council, Ms. Rogers had worked for the city of Vancouver for 25 years, spending 10 years in the role of city manager, after having become assistant city manager in 1994, and deputy city manager in 1996. She started her new employment as Vancouver City Manager on New Year’s Day in 1999.
In 2008, within one week of Vancouver Mayor Gregor Robertson taking office, Rogers was fired by Robertson to be replaced by Dr. Penny Ballem — who had only recently voluntarily left her role as Deputy Minister in the province’s Ministry of Health — as the new head of Vancouver’s civic administration, to provide a “fresh start” for Robertson’s and Vision Vancouver’s agenda. Ms. Rogers received $572,000 severance pay.
The catchphrase around Vancouver City Hall from late 2008 until September 15, 2015, when Mayor Robertson announced that Dr. Ballem’s service had “concluded” and Sadhu Aufochs Johnston would be her replacement was “get ‘er done.”
Dr. Ballem well understood her role: fulfill Vision Vancouver’s agenda, don’t second guess the decision-making of the new Vision Vancouver Councillors and Mayor, pave the way for substantive change and remove any impediments to change, and under no circumstance, ever, ever, ever use the word “no” when addressing Vision Vancouver Councillors, and the Mayor, during Council meetings, or when Council was in session at City Hall.
Finally, though, the people of Vancouver (and the Vision Vancouver Council) had had enough of Dr. Ballem’s strong-armed tactics, as the years went by her loyalty to her “masters” proving increasingly counterproductive to the carrying out of the Vision Vancouver agenda. Mayor Gregor Robertson all but promised the electorate during his 2014 campaign for office that he’d get rid of the cantankerous, and to many off-putting, Dr. Ballem — and after a 10-month delay, on Sept. 15, 2015 he proved true to his word.
Dr. Ballem received $556,595 in a severance package when she left Vancouver City Hall.
On September 1st, 2009 Dr. Penny Ballem announced that Sadhu Johnston would be hired as Deputy City Manager to lead the city’s environmental efforts. Note should be made that Mr. Johnston’s hiring was not that of Dr. Ballem, but of Mayor Gregor Robertson and the Vision Vancouver braintrust, who had come to know and like Sadhu Aufochs Johnston through their mutual association at Cortes Island’s Hollyhock “Lifelong Learning Centre”, which a few reporters have inferred is a “cult”, as Georgia Straight reporter Shannon Rupp wrote in an article published in The Straight on March 28th, 1996, with Rupp writing that the …

“… artificial feeling of love & acceptance is what people are paying for, but I have to admit I find these get-togethers oppressive. Perhaps the most annoying aspect of Hollyhock is its culture of conformity — Goddess forbid anyone should question anything. After five days here, I’ve found Hollyhock is really two places: the site itself is delightful, but the half-baked spiritual and psychological concepts it peddles make me uneasy.”

Over the course of the past six months as the new Mayor and eight novice Councillors have settled into their term of office and their newfound responsibilities at City Hall, as VanRamblings has attended or watched City Council and committee meetings, we have observed city manager Sadhu Johnston consistently, egregiously and unremittingly turning into “Dr. No.”
When Vision Vancouver were in power, telling the Mayor and Vision Vancouver Councillors that they couldn’t do something they had their minds set on, or even implying that there was a “no” in his address to Vision Vancouver electeds would have been tantamount to a tendering of his resignation — Sadhu Johnston was kept on at City Hall after the dismissal of Dr. Penny Ballem, to carry out Vision’s agenda, which he does these days every time he speaks at Council, and every time he scolds a Councillor with a near denunciation of their naïveté, that his is “the way things are done.”

Malcolm Bromley, General Manager of Vancouver Park Board since July 2010

The time is nearing for our current City Council to put their stamp on civic governance in the city of Vancouver.
More than one Councillor — and dozens of VanRamblings’ readers — has expressed a concern about how, as Bill McCreery puts it at the outset of today’s post, that some Councillors have been “overly swayed by staff” and that a change of city staff will be required in order that our new Council might fulfill their campaign commitments to the people of Vancouver.

“There are those of us who’d like to see a change at the top,” various Councillors have told VanRamblings, “but having to pay more than $550,000 in severance pay to the city manager, or the $1.2 million Vision Vancouver paid out in severance money to 11 employees in 2016 is just not palatable, to Councillors or the public.”

VanRamblings is not suggesting that Sadhu Johnston be fired or dismissed, rather that the accomplished Mr. Johnston be transitioned into another position of authority at City Hall, while maintaining his current salary.
Vancouver’s Mayor and Council need a leader at the top of the City Hall bureaucracy who will carry out their agenda, and not the defeated Vision Vancouver agenda. Who would that person be to replace Sadhu Johnston?
Take a look at the photo above — that is Malcolm Bromley, the current General Manager of the Vancouver Park Board, who is one of the most passionate persons with whom VanRamblings is acquainted about city-building. Most of the members of Council are familiar with the many accomplishments of Mr. Bromley, his commitment to democratic engagement, and finding a path that will enable the electeds to carry out their commitment to the citizens who elected them to office.
Councillors Melissa De Genova, Sarah Kirby-Yung and Michael Wiebe sat on Park Board when Mr. Bromley was GM. In 2014-15, when Sarah Kirby-Yung was Park Board Chairperson, Malcolm Bromley was instrumental in helping Ms. Kirby-Yung fulfill her commitment (and it was her commitment to the people of Vancouver, and not to her Non-Partisan Association party) to ban cetaceans (whales and dolphins) in captivity in Stanley Park.
VanRamblings has written previously that UBC’s Patrick Condon, Park Board’s Malcolm Bromley, and the Green Party of Vancouver City Councillor Pete Fry are the finest minds in our city on the topic of city-building, the three seasoned urban geographers familiar and admiring of the work of each member of the triumvirate VanRamblings has identified above.
Fiscal responsibility is always a concern in governance. Transitioning Malcolm Bromley from Park Board General Manager to the role of city manager, while maintaining his current salary (although he’s due for a raise), perhaps transitioning Sadhu Johnston into the role of GM of Environmental Innovation, while maintaining his salary, downsizing City Hall’s bloated communications department, would mean savings in staffing costs — and a better run city, with a bureaucratic governance in place that will facilitate the agenda of Mayor & Council, rather than appear to impede.
As we say above, “the time is nearing for our City Council to put their stamp on civic governance in the city of Vancouver,” to let the public know that they’re in charge and ready to get to work on the people’s business.

“The Death of Cynicism,” the name VanRamblings has assigned to this week’s series?
As VanRamblings has suggested throughout the week, the electorate of Vancouver displayed their unerring wisdom on Oct. 20 2018 in electing the finest group of change makers ever to sit around our city’s Council table.
Last year, when writing about the incoming Council, we wrote that it would take a year and half for our new Councillors to “find the bathrooms,” a metaphor for how long it would take new Councillors to begin to implement their agenda. And so it is, and is proving to be. Only by shaking up the bureaucracy at Vancouver City Hall, putting their own senior staff in place to carry out the new Council’s agenda, will this Vancouver City Council achieve their goal of creating a healthier, fairer and more just city for all.
VanRamblings remains confident that our new Council will usher in generational change, and that by 2022 the vast majority of the electorate will come to view governance in our city differently, knowing that the Mayor and all 10 Councillors are on their side, working for them, while achieving and putting into practice the change that will serve us all, each and every one of us, on the road to the death of political cynicism and the renewal of hope in our city, in every neighbourhood, across every diverse community.

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#VanPoli Civic Politics | The Death of Cynicism | Part 3 of 4

May 8, 2019#VanPoli Civic Politics, BC Politics, Politics, Vancouver, Vancouver Votes 2018, VanRamblingsRaymond Tomlin

Vancouver City Council, 2018 thru 2022, left to right: Councillors Rebecca Bligh, Christine Boyle, Colleen Hardwick, Pete Fry, Adriane Carr, Mayor Kennedy Stewart, Melissa De Genova, Jean Swanson, Michael Wiebe, Lisa Dominato, and Sarah Kirby-Yung.

Part 3 of The Death of Cynicism series offers again a brief insight into, this time, four Vancouver City Councillors: the “she’s the only Councillor who has kept her focus on why Council was elected” Jean Swanson; the incredibly articulate and bright (and, dare we say, hope of our future), Sarah Kirby-Yung; the indefatigable, hard-charging, never-say-die Colleen Hardwick; and the ‘wears his heart on his sleeve’, ‘man of the people’, who by the way is also incredibly bright and articulate (and a great writer, to boot), migawd are we glad he’s on Council, hard-working for us, Pete Fry.
Note. Today’s posting represents a bit of a departure from the ‘survey of what they’ve done’ coverage of the six Councillors we’ve written about to date this week — today’s column more an impressionistic take on the four Councillors we write about (glowingly, as it happens) in this column.

Much beloved Vancouver City Councillor Jean Swanson, pictured with Council ‘helpmate’ (who offers Jean support at Council meetings), former COPE Councillor, Anne Roberts.

There’s a reason Jean Swanson was elected in the top four of City Councillors thrust into office in Vancouver in the October 2018 municipal election. Councillor Swanson (“Jean, call me Jean — I mean, really“) made it abundantly clear during last year’s raucous election cycle that she was about one thing and one thing only: making ours a fairer and more just city, to wit … that housing is a human right, and that she would be dogged in working to secure social housing for those most in need, and affordable housing for women and men and families who are being driven out of the city by Vancouver’s unaffordable housing prices, and sky-rocketing rents.
And true to her word, Councillor Jean Swanson has done just that.

Councillor Swanson’s frustration at the unfocused, off-topic flights of fancy in which her Council colleagues often engage — forgetting all the while, and seeming to utterly ignore that job one for this Council is the provision of affordable housing — has only kept her more single-minded in her pursuit of social justice for the 80% of Vancouver residents who are having a hard go of it in Vancouver, and look to her to resolve the morass that life in our city can sometimes prove to be resultant from an economic unfairness.
Although Councillor Swanson initially found the process of decision-making and the adherence to Roberts Rule of Order at Council meetings contrary to what for her constituted good governance — which is to say, getting on with the job she, and her Council colleagues were elected to perform … by which she means, an immediate restructuring of decision-making at City Hall in order to undertake the massive task of ensuring the provision of affordable housing in our city — in recent months, as she has become aware that a mastery of Roberts Rule of Order was mandatory if she were to be effective in promoting our cause at the Council table, Ms. Swanson has proved an effectual and determined Council procedural whirlwind, while having to develop patience with a contingent of her younger Council colleagues who far too often seem to be held in sway to the wishes of city staff, and most egregiously to gainsaying City Manager, Sadhu Johnston.

Vancouver City Councillor Sarah Kirby-Yung (in the middle) on one of her many forays into the community, at this year’s S.U.C.C.E.S.S. Gala, flanked on her right by the organization’s CEO, Queenie Choo, and Pete Fry’s long-suffering but loving wife, Donna, and on her left, Councillor Pete Fry, and her NPA Park Board colleague, Tricia Barker.

One of the three most media savvy Vancouver City Councillors (the other two, Councillors Christine Boyle and Pete Fry, although we would be remiss not to place truth-telling, far from naïve, ‘always speaks her mind’ Councillor Colleen Hardwick in this category), VanRamblings’ favourite City Councillor, focused and on our side to a fare-thee-well, for us the star of this Council, the camera loves her and so do we (and by ‘we’ I mean the people of Vancouver, and our sometimes cynical press), Sarah Kirby-Yung.
Sarah Kirby-Yung is a populist of the first order (and, no, not a Trump-like populist), who practices the ‘politics of the people’ in much the way that the much-missed Rafe Mair did when he was in office. Calm, reasoned and reasonable, a woman anyone who knows her or listens to what she has to say becomes quickly aware that while articulate, informed and forthcoming on a range of topics of concern to the public, that when Councillor Sarah Kirby-Yung speaks, she is speaking directly to you, plain-spoken always, her words measured, substantive and easy to ‘grok’, her reassuring voice tinged with just a hint of an upbeat, hopeful and inspiring tone, leaving all who know or have heard her with a sense that “this Sarah Kirby-Yung person, she’s on our side, she’s the real deal, a woman we can count on.”
Councillor Kirby-Yung is by far the best communicator on Council (although she has competition on that front from the tireless, always on our side, Christine Boyle). We have written previously, and will write again, that it is mandatory that all citizens in Vancouver follow Ms. Kirby-Yung on Twitter — at the moment, Sarah Kirby-Yung has 2,875 followers on Twitter (and 9251 tweets! … that’s double, triple, quadruple and as much as 10x as many tweets - that’d be tweets to us - as any of her earnest Council mates).
Sarah Kirby-Yung oughta have 28,740 followers on Twitter! Make it happen!
Just last week, we were speaking to a revered community activist of our acquaintance, an almost scarily bright and informed and accomplished woman of an age who, in the midst of a discussion of Board of Variance ‘third party appeals’ (of which Council will be hearing much from VanRamblings in the months to come) when, during a reflective pause in the conversation, my well-schooled interlocutor calmly stated to me …

“Raymond, Sarah Kirby-Yung is, by far, my favourite City Councillor - she listens well and responds to questions put to her in an authentic manner, hears what the questioner has asked, and actually answers the questions. The more I see and hear of her, the more interviews I read with her, the more I hear her speak at community functions, the more I’ve become impressed with what a treasure Councillor Kirby-Yung is proving to be.”

And this, from a woman on the left, an activist difference-maker, well-educated, erudite and — again — an informed activist very much on the left side of the political spectrum, a woman of great acccomplishment who has done much for the livability of our city as a longtime social justice warrior.
In having covered politics for 50 years, I’m not sure that I’ve ever ‘covered’ a political figure who speaks to & for citizens across the political spectrum, as cogently as Sarah Kirby-Yung does every single day of her political life.

For VanRamblings, Councillor Colleen Hardwick has proved to be the biggest, and most pleasant, surprise for her many important contributions during her now six month tenure on Vancouver City Council.
Throughout last year’s municipal election, those in the know - regular VanRamblings correspondents who have worked in and around civic politics in our city, sometimes for generations - kept protesting to VanRamblings …

“Raymond, why the hell are you not throwing your support behind Colleen? You know her, you know how accomplished she is, and you agree with all of the positions on the issues she espouses and has long espoused, yet you’ve been sparing in your support of her. Give your head a shake, man! Colleen is a lock for Council, and she’s going to prove to be a difference-maker. The sooner you get on board, the better off you’ll be.”

Lo and behold, VanRamblings’ many friends were absolutely correct in their assessment of Councillor Colleen Hardwick’s effectiveness on Council, often a lone voice - on the transit file, for instance, where her support for light rail remains unchanged (in the long run she will be proven right), and on which position, VanRamblings is 100% in accord with the good Councillor.
As we have reported directly to Councillor Hardwick, not a day has gone by this past six months when a friend of ours living in one of Vancouver’s 23 neighbourhoods has not extolled the virtues of Ms. Hardwick, and because we tend to run with a socialist crowd we’re talking left-wing activists here. Just yesterday, in fact, our friend Terry Martin (whose 65th it is today, by the way!), the Chair of the Board of Variance on which we sat a decade ago and more - all but gushed throughout our lunch together about how …

“Colleen is the only truth-teller on Council, she is the only one not in sway to despicable elements within City staff who have ridden roughshod over Council since they were elected last October. Not to mention, Colleen Hardwick emerged as the only Councillor who stood opposed to that white elephant, neighbourhood-destroying, Geoff Meggs promoting Broadway subway line. Seems to me that your friend Colleen is the only Councillor willing, able and capable on getting on with things.”

We’ve not heard much from Councillor Hardwick this past little while (she’s missed some Council meetings) due to a bout of illness — VanRamblings believes that Colleen was simply experiencing sympathy pains for VanRamblings’ own, recent health travails (we sit in the same pew together at church; perhaps whatever I had was catching?).
At church this past Sunday, Councillor Colleen Hardwick assured us that she is back (!), fully recovered, raring & ready to go, all set to once again apprise her Council mates and the electorate that Vancouver City Councillor Colleen Hardwick is a force of nature, a woman who will not be denied, who will continue to fight for what she believes in even if hers is, on occasion, a lone voice on an issue of contention. A voice on our side, fighting for us.

Pete Fry, supporting the creation of a Vancouver Junior Roller Derby League for our city! Gathered with skaters — the next generation who will cast a ballot for him, because Pete Fry is going to be around for a long, long time — looking for a space for this healthy, fitness achieving and popular and growing sport in our city.

As is the case with Vancouver City Councillors Sarah Kirby-Yung and Christine Boyle, VanRamblings is simply over-the-moon about Councillor Pete Fry’s ascension to a position of political power in our city, who we fittingly described at the outset of today’s posting.
The Death of Cynicism? How to achieve that in Vancouver civic politics?

Thy names are Sarah Kirby-Yung, Christine Boyle and Pete Fry who, by 2022, working with their colleagues on Council, will have begun the process of transformation in our city that will endure for generations to come, each a member of the city of Vancouver Council triumvirate that by dint of their hard work, dedication, intellect, passion and compassion, and visionary leadership will have created the conditions that will see the realization of a city for all, with every economic and social strata, with members across every ethnic community, indigenous and First Nations groups, and the breadth of the gender variant spectrum resident in every neighbourhood in our city, housed when such is required in affordable housing, where families will flourish, where our parks and recreation system and community centres will once again thrive and serve the interests of our burgeoning community.
Pete Fry’s is one of the voices you hear, read and have read about most often these past six months (along with Councillors Kirby-Yung and Boyle), is the Councillor who most believes in community consultation and collaboration — as a democrat, and longtime supporter of the work of the Coalition of Vancouver Neighbourhoods — who takes responsibility for the decisions he takes at Council, and apologizes when he deems it appropriate (willing always to be held to account, reconsidering his position on an issue following democratic input from the public — all of which, of course, makes Pete Fry a mensch, given that only healthy men, and women, know when it’s appropriate and necessary to take responsibility, apologize and reconsider an issue when they deem it fit to do so).
Councillor Pete Fry is also willing to make the hard decisions, telling Globe and Mail freelance reporter Adrienne Tanner that he won’t shy away from controversial political conversations, even about Council’s continued funding of school lunch programmes “just because it’s politically unpalatable.”
Note. The province, as part of its poverty reduction strategy, as of March of this year, has accepted responsibility for the funding and administration of hot lunch programmes in school districts across our province.
There is about Councillor Pete Fry a gregariousness and warmth, an authenticity and sense of purpose, a humanity and caring that all at once acknowledges social responsibility that is tempered by fiscal responsibility, and appropriate jurisdiction. Heart and mind: that’s Councillor Pete Fry, in your corner, always there and available to listen, approachable and kind, a renaissance man for our age & an historic difference maker for the better.