
A flashback from 1973
...lowering the productivity of acquaintances everywhere...
Inco grows 50,000 subterranean seedlings a season of red pine and jack pine more than a kilometre down the 2.3-kilometre mine shaft... After three months of germination, the 5-inch pellets and seedlings are then brought up to the surface and planted on and around Inco property to fulfill its obligation to re-claim the barren land after years of wear and tear from mining, smelting and refining. Another 200,000 seedlings are also grown annually in the greenhouse operated year-round at Copper Cliff.
...It turns out that a steamy mine is a perfect environment for tree growing. For starters there's a constant humidity and geothermal heat of 25C year-round. "The underground nursery works because there is an ambient rock temperature, it's warm and you don't have to heat a greenhouse in cold weather in Sudbury. And it makes good sense because the facility is available so there's no added cost at Creighton," explains Taylor.
Fertilizer, electricity and water are pumped in at minimal cost compared to the expense of heating a regular greenhouse through the sub-zero winters, he says. The underground forest of baby trees is Y-shaped and fairly narrow at 10 feet wide and 600 feet long with fertilizer and water storage tanks at the wide end. It needs 2,000 litres of both water and fertilizer per day, so the tanks are on timers. To get things going it requires 30 1,000-watt light bulbs to give it the artificial effect of sunlight, which stay on 24 hours a day the first week, then 18 on and 6 off for three weeks and then 12 on and off — just like outdoors — the rest of the time.
It is a travesty of our past the CBC is offering us: a celebration of ignorance, a salute to mediocrity. Search in vain for our greatest names: for George Brown, the man who, more than any other -- yes, even Macdonald -- was responsible for Confederation; for Champlain and Frontenac and d’Iberville, for Baldwin and La Fontaine, for D’Arcy McGee and George-Étienne Cartier, for Clifford Sifton and C. D. Howe. Apparently there wasn’t room: not if it meant leaving off William Shatner, or “Winnipeg radio personality” Hal Anderson, or Mary Maxwell, wife of the founder of the Bahá’i faith.
I know, I know. We’re trying to make history fresh, get the kids interested. “Forget musty textbooks about the fur trade,” the CBC website burbles, “or droning lectures about the FLQ crisis. The Greatest Canadian makes Canadian history come alive and learning fun.” But what, in fact, are they learning? That Canada, in effect, has no history, that everything happened at the same time, that all achievements are of equal weight and all opinions of equal value.
Canadian history does not need to be made “fun.” The exploration, conquest and development of Canada is one of the greatest stories ever told, a tale of heroism and adventure, full of rude, passionate, and sometimes violent individuals with an extraordinary appetite for life. If, in the service of a particular ideology, it has been reduced to an orderly series of public works projects, that is hardly remedied by turning it into a parody of Canadian Idol.
A final point: How can this be said to represent the nation’s choice of “Greatest Canadian” when it isn’t even being shown in French?