Treatment centres a must
Re Addicted to an addict (the News, August 3):
I thought, what a beautiful story told of love that is so strong.
Very few can withstand the pressures of living with an addiction where it affects every area of their life.
I give the awesome lady, who was strong enough to express her feelings about her relationship with an addicted person, credit for speaking out.
She has, no doubt, given courage to all those that suffer so.
I think it’s time the government and First Nations seriously take into consideration treatment centres in the Yukon that reflect our traditions and culture.
On the agenda, it should have the highest priority. We are losing people as we speak to this addiction.
Through residential schools, our whole centre of being was destroyed through attempts at changing us into their idea of better human beings.
In doing so, we are destroyed through loss of culture, family relationships and community.
John Edzerza also had the courage to speak on this issue and spoke of his addiction and how he overcame. These are powerful messages that need to be said by other First Nations individuals who have achieved that very same goal.
I would like to take the time to say thank you for saying what you said, John Edzerza.
If we had localized treatment centres, we could use such individuals to speak to our local people.
Thank you, RCMP
I’d like to extend my appreciation to the Whitehorse RCMP for recovering my two Husqvarna chainsaws and two gas cans, which were stolen from my truck in the Wal-Mart parking lot at 1:30 a.m. Friday morning.
The RCMP as we know have played a very big part in the history of the North and during the Klondike Gold Rush law breakers were usually put on the ‘woodpile,’ sawing and stacking wood to heat the RCMP barracks in Dawson, which consumed 8,000 cords of firewood per winter. This punishment was reputed to be the most abhorred sentence that a criminal could be handed down.
Once again, hats off to the Whitehorse RCMP.
It’s time for a little hardball.
The Yukon News prints language not seen in any other major newspaper.
Tabloids don’t use this either.
I was getting my vehicle plate renewed at the territorial agency and was asked if I had seen the article on the drug addict.
I gave the clerk your address as she wanted to write you. She is angry.
Will your advertisers continue to do business with you if advertising in your paper could be construed as condoning your policies?
You may find out as I won’t be the only one contacting them.
This letter may be my last to you.
I will spend my time and efforts talking to people who will listen.
Handy Bus not handy
I’m beginning to wonder what “service” means to the Whitehorse Transit.
Their original pamphlet says “door to door”. Now that isn’t the rationale any longer.
Ever since the transit manager Dave Muir left for the summer vacation life, the Handy Bus has gotten worse.
People don’t matter any more, just the almighty cheque.
It almost seems that we’re the lower class of degradation and that the Whitehorse Transit wants to get rid of this service.
It’s too much bother to help the disabled … unless you’re ambulatory, then service with a smile!
I hope you, the public, understand my frustration from going door to door to plain inhumane treatment.
We are human beings too.