Things that scare me.
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It's -9 C in Toronto tonight; with the windchill, it feels like -15 C. I came home this afternoon huddled down in jeans and sweater and my big wool pea coat, scarf and hat and lined gloves, and my knees were still freezing by the time I made it the four blocks from the office home.
Those of you who caught the prior post know that Peter Watts, whom I like and respect and count as a friend, was detained, beaten, and pepper-sprayed by US border guards while trying to cross back into Canada; while coming home. When he was released from custody on the other side of the border, it was "coat-less and without a vehicle, in a winter storm."*
Let me tell you a little story about the cold.
In 1990 in Saskatchewan, a 17-year-old boy named Neil Stonechild was found frozen to death in a field outside Saskatoon. He had last been seen, handcuffed and bloodied, being packed into the back of a squad car.**
Ten years later, two more Native men were found frozen to death outside the city in a single week. A third came forward with a story of being driven around outside the city by the police and threatened. There was a public inquiry. Two police officers on the Saskatoon force were ultimately charged and lost their positions.
There's a name for this thing. It's called a starlight cruise.
I found out this story from a CBC documentary in 2003 or so.
matociquala was over visiting. It had long, lingering landscape shots of the frozen prairies; the very epitome of winter.
I started crying and I couldn't stop.
See, here's the thing about living in a cold-weather society. You stick together, because you have to: it's you against the winter. That is, on a certain level, the basic division of life. That's where the concept of the Wendigo comes from. A wendigo is famine, starvation, greed; the insatiable need to eat until you eat the members of your own society. Wendigo are creatures of the cold, the North. They are supernatural, but a human being can become one, if they resorted to cannibalism.
A wendigo is what happens when human beings turn away from their own and throw in with winter.
These are the worst sins of a cold-weather society, the ones that are irredeemable: siding with winter. Feeding off your own. Taking another person as prey, or leaving them as prey for the winter, in jeans and a shirt with no wool coat or scarf or hat; with no lined gloves and no transit home, knowing full well what the winter does.
These are the things that scare me.
I will not be travelling to the United States for the forseeable future.
*Citation.
**Citation.
Those of you who caught the prior post know that Peter Watts, whom I like and respect and count as a friend, was detained, beaten, and pepper-sprayed by US border guards while trying to cross back into Canada; while coming home. When he was released from custody on the other side of the border, it was "coat-less and without a vehicle, in a winter storm."*
Let me tell you a little story about the cold.
In 1990 in Saskatchewan, a 17-year-old boy named Neil Stonechild was found frozen to death in a field outside Saskatoon. He had last been seen, handcuffed and bloodied, being packed into the back of a squad car.**
Ten years later, two more Native men were found frozen to death outside the city in a single week. A third came forward with a story of being driven around outside the city by the police and threatened. There was a public inquiry. Two police officers on the Saskatoon force were ultimately charged and lost their positions.
There's a name for this thing. It's called a starlight cruise.
I found out this story from a CBC documentary in 2003 or so.
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I started crying and I couldn't stop.
See, here's the thing about living in a cold-weather society. You stick together, because you have to: it's you against the winter. That is, on a certain level, the basic division of life. That's where the concept of the Wendigo comes from. A wendigo is famine, starvation, greed; the insatiable need to eat until you eat the members of your own society. Wendigo are creatures of the cold, the North. They are supernatural, but a human being can become one, if they resorted to cannibalism.
A wendigo is what happens when human beings turn away from their own and throw in with winter.
These are the worst sins of a cold-weather society, the ones that are irredeemable: siding with winter. Feeding off your own. Taking another person as prey, or leaving them as prey for the winter, in jeans and a shirt with no wool coat or scarf or hat; with no lined gloves and no transit home, knowing full well what the winter does.
These are the things that scare me.
I will not be travelling to the United States for the forseeable future.
*Citation.
**Citation.
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 03:12 am (UTC)And on a selfish note, I'm going to miss you at cons this year. :(
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:12 am (UTC)I'll miss you. But I can't blame you.
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:18 am (UTC)I can't chance this shit anymore.
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:52 am (UTC)We ended up having a conversation about my experiences at the border. Having dated him for two years I had my experiences but they were with the Canadian border guards rather then the U.S. ones but that's either through luck or the fact that I'm a U.S. citizen. I don't know which one it is or if it's a factor of both. I wish it wasn't something I have to wonder about. I am sorry that this is the final nail in your U.S. traveling coffin. I'm sorry your friend is going through this (Mark and I are tight right now but we're looking at our budget to see if there's wiggle room somewhere). I'm sorry there are people who do this bullshit and I'm sorry beyond measure that there are people who've paid the ultimate price for those who pull this bullshit.
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Date: 2009-12-12 03:53 am (UTC)I have emailed David.
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:26 am (UTC)OTOH, it's not like I have to have a convention as an excuse to visit Canada. The Ottawa contingent has been tempting me to visit (and I've never seen Ottawa), I always enjoy Montreal, and with Porter now flying BOS-YTZ Toronto is a lot more convenient....
(After Anticipation, I started considering getting a NEXUS card just to make transborder travel easier. The main problem is that it requires interviews with both US and Canadian officials, and there's a distinct shortage of the latter here in Boston. That'd be another good excuse to visit, though.)
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:50 am (UTC)Your observation about human solidarity in the face of winter is a good one. The same has been true of places like Arizona, for the same reason on the opposite end of the climate scale. People who cross the border illegally from Mexico into the U.S. are at the mercy of the Sonoran Desert, which, while beautiful, has no mercy at all. Only the most appalling of the Protect-Our-Borders vigilantes will destroy the unmanned emergency aid/water stations placed there by U.S. authorities to save the lives of people trying to cross that landscape.
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Date: 2009-12-12 07:27 am (UTC)I'll be keeping an eye on this story because not only is Peter an acquaintance of mine, he's also slated to be one of our author guests at Polaris next year and I want him to be able to attend.
(I wouldn't quite say he's a friend, but that's only because we haven't spent any significant amount of time socializing - I know him well enough to say hi at a con, and chat for a few minutes. He was dating a friend of mine for a while, but that ended a year or so ago.)
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Date: 2009-12-12 05:13 pm (UTC)This is a very interesting observation/explanation; thank you for sharing it.
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Date: 2009-12-12 06:30 pm (UTC)(Here via
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Date: 2009-12-13 05:03 am (UTC)(My flight was a codeshare with El Al, and I showed up sweating and out of breath because I'd gone to the Air Canada check-in desk in a different terminal in error, and had to run across the airport. I was wearing my winter coat because it was February, despite the fact that it was about 15C in L.A. at the time. And my passport picture showed me with my natural dark hair and a full beard, whereas I was blond and clean-shaven at the time. So I'm not surprised that they had questions, though since I had souvenir items from the convention on me, you'd think that they might have accepted my explanation as to what I was doing there...)