Radiation is something that the general public doesn’t know what to think. When I asked my friends what effect the word “radiation” had on them, most of them said no effect, with one person saying it makes him happy (I think he was just trying to screw with my data pool though). Then I asked about the word “nuclear” and they said it made them feel a lot more uncomfortable than radiation. Then, I tried to ask more questions and nobody replied, obviously done with my obnoxious mind games.

The only thing I can draw from this is that it’s likely that 16-year-olds in Deep Cove are more afraid of nuclear stuff than radiation. That’s something I probably could have guessed but it’s nice to have some not-so-scientific data to go along with it. This probably has a lot to do with the world we live in and how we’ve been brought up and where we’ve been brought up. If you asked a 16-year-old in Japan what they thought about those words, would they have a different answer? Would they have been shaped positively by how nuclear power has powered their country, or more shaped by the nuclear disasters that have affected their childhoods?

According to a study done by Yale University, male students that live near the nuclear fallout areas in Japan still have a high confidence in nuclear power and believe in the efficiency of the power source. This is compared to female students of the same areas, who fear nuclear power more than their male counterparts. The girls say they’re worried about the environment in the cases of nuclear fallout, which is something that does not worry the boys.

The same study also states that there is a public fear about cleanup, and moving the contaminated soil and materials. They public is worried about crop contamination, which is a very close to home issue for a lot of Japanese people. This shows that people most fear what will affect them directly.

Since the Fukushima disaster, the entire world has become timider towards the idea of nuclear power, with countries like Germany even saying they plan to phase out their nuclear programs. This attitude, however, has been around for a very long time. In The China Syndrome, which takes place before both the Church Rock and Chernobyl incidents. people were already uneasy towards the idea of nuclear power. The public in the movie already wants the power plants turned off, even though there was only one record of a nuclear reactor having any sort of accident at the time.

I believe that this proves that our fear is controlled by events, and exposure. The more fear we are exposed to, the more fear we have. This is explained by attitudes of the Japanese people and the global public towards the Fukushima incident.

I may have put this post off a little bit.

I made a post at the end of my own Macbeth video experience. I wrote that post right before I left for New York City for my music trip. At that point, even the thought of the project was stressful, so I was happy I was leaving, but I did not want to think about how the whole situation was going to turn out. So much so, that I made Spencer, Luc, and Stan all promise not to speak of the project the entire time we were in New York. Luckily, we accomplished that goal.

Because we were in New York, I have still not seen the Macbeth video. I know it’s mostly done???

All I know is it hasn’t been posted, I haven’t seen it, and I want my SD card back.

Sorry about this post, I’ll fix it when I see the video.

I literally had no idea that Canada was friends with the Netherlands. It turns out, though, we are. And for pretty good reason. They helped us out quite a bit during WWII, with housing their royal family and liberating them from German rule in 1945. Due to that, we have developed a very good relationship with the Dutch. It’s easy to see why we have a such a good relationship with each other due to just that information alone. We even have a special work visa program for youth in both countries.

Because of all of this, I was curious about how exactly we helped out the country before and after we freed them from the Germans. The actual steps I found that were necessary for rehabilitating a country were lengthy and detailed.

First of all, we had to fight.

It’s no secret that over 7,000 Canadian lives were lost while liberating the Netherlands. Though many of the stories told of the Canadians coming in with big tanks, rolling into towns and saving them, that’s just the happy part of the story. There were thousands of lives lost before we could get to that point. A good example of this kind of fighting would be The Battle of the Scheldt. This was a task that was left mainly to the Canadians to accomplish, and we fought whole-heartedly for five weeks to chase the Germans away. In this battle, we lost over 12 thousand allied men, with over half of those men being Canadian soldiers. This battle, and other smaller ones like it, were incredibly important on the road to rehabilitating The Netherlands.

Although we didn’t go straight from those rough battles to heading in and freeing the people. After we won battles, we had to hold the land. It was months before we could say that the Germans weren’t just going to turn around and start fighting to get back into the area. We had to show that we weren’t going to forget how dangerous this was was just because we were starting to win, we kept our ground, cautious as ever. This was extremely important in ensuring the safety of ourselves and the civilians of those areas.

As soon as we decided to take action, the rest of it went by very quickly. We moved forward as quickly as possible and secured Northeastern Europe. As soon as we had done that, we had the land, and we were on our way to liberating the people and driving the Germans out.

This is when we finally began driving into towns and taking over. Although, this didn’t happen all at once. It was slow, it was steady, and it was still tough. But we were doing it, and that was what was making all the difference. This article has videos of Canadian Soldiers sharing their experiences with coming into the Netherlands. For years afterward, we would work with the Netherlands to help rebuild their communities, and they would honour us by burying our soldiers on their land and caring for their graves. To this day, the military graveyards are kept. This is a respect that could not be described in any other way than their actions.

It takes a lot to fight in a war, and even more to win one. Luckily, these countries that were directly affected had countries that were not come and help them, on the basis of human decency. These acts of kindness make the world go round and build mutual respect in countries that might otherwise not have a lot in common.

And to that, I saulte…uh..us all?

This week we finally started to go over whatever happened after WWI finally ended. The 1920’s were defined by a few things, but most of them were sad and not very interesting, so I’m just going to ignore most of it and be happy that I wasn’t alive in that pathetic time period (I can say this because nobody who remembers the 1920s knows how to use a computer).

Canada sucked pretty badly back then. In the whole lesson, I only found one interesting thing about us. We profited from American prohibition in a YUGE way.

Two years ago, in the summer of 2015, I went to Washington DC. When I went to the National Museum of Archives, there was an entire exhibit about prohibition. I spent a lot of time in that exhibit because I found it pretty interesting. However, I don’t remember it ever mentioning Canada’s part in their prohibition. So when I found out how big a part Canada had in America having alcohol in the 1920s and 30s, I was pretty impressed with us. I was also slightly annoyed that America tends to erase our history, but I don’t have time to be pissed off about that right now.

The point is, Canadians had a huge part in helping our Yankee neighbors attain alcohol when it was illegal in the United States. This was called “rum-running“, and it was pretty much exactly what it sounds like. They ran….booze. Across the border. It was one of the only good ways to make money after the stock market crashed in 1929, although people still did it much earlier than that. The biggest output for this was in Windsor, Ontario. It’s the southmost city in Canada and had actually been smuggling alcohol into the US since 1916, as that’s when it’s neighbours in Michigan got their booze taken away. They invented a culture of smuggling that would be followed across Canada as more and more places started to band alcohol.

When you ban things, people get better at hiding them. The black market for booze was complex, and had its own set of rules. If someone came into a speakeasy declaring “Joe sent them”, that meant they brought you the goods. Quietly, they would unload a truck full of liquid into your building, you would pay them the money, and everyone would be on their merry way.

Okay- maybe it wasn’t that simple. But that was essentially how it would go. It most likely wasn’t nearly as monitored as we would have thought. If you think about it, it may be even less monitored than marijuana has been nowadays (or, up until very recently). It can be hard to get even a little bit of drugs across the borders, and in the 1920s and 30s, hundreds of people were bringing truckloads of illegal alcohol across the borders, and most people didn’t get caught. You can boil that down to lack of technology or stupidity as they didn’t check people at the border as much back then, but it also shows that prohibition was only a huge deal because a majority of the population drank alcohol. The people fighting against it were in the minority, and they still are, which is why we laugh at posters like these:

But take very seriously posters like these (again, lesser in the past few years):

There may have been less problems rum-running because there weren’t too many people opposing it. Chances are, the guy running the post at the border would head to the speakeasy as soon as his shift was over. If the American people looked the other way, and the Canadian government looked the other way, it made for a very easy arrangement on both sides. That’s how this whole situation would be able to work. It’s something that we could never accomplish today because of screens and everything, but without the screens, it’s pretty easy to get past the big guy when you’re all on the same side.

Anyways, while I was busy researching this, I found out something even more interesting. Well, to me. Eh, maybe to other people as well, we’ll see.

I found out that my great-grandfather WAS rum-runner! He was also a cowboy, professional hockey player, fought in WWI, and built a ferry or something. I think when I was talking to my grandfather about this he also mentioned something about an ice-cream truck, but I honestly cannot be certain.

Speaking of, I did phone my grandfather after my mom told me about this, and he gave me some information on what he knows about what his dad did.

This all happened before my grandfather was born. From approx. 1931 to 1933, my great-grandfather Bill McKinley had a job as a truck driver, and part of what he did was run alcohol down to the United States from Alberta. He took a lot of other stuff places as well, but the rum running was very much there. He did this during the off-season of hockey, which he played professionally for a team located in Edmonton. However, the pay wasn’t very good. Luckily, one of the deals of being on the hockey team was that they arranged jobs for players during the off-season. Although my grandfather can’t know for sure, he’s pretty convinced that this truck driver job was what was arranged for his father. He did it for so long wearing long boot up to his knees that he actually stopped growing hair under his knees. That’s the story, anyways.

My grandfather isn’t sure whether or not his dad took the booze all the way down to the speakeasies or just passed them off to someone else for that part. In fact, my grandfather didn’t have a lot of information past the fact that he did this job and that he was a “badass”.

Though my mom did have some pictures of him.

Here’s Bill McKinley when he was in uniform for when he was in the military. This would be around 1940 I’m guessing? I’m pretty sure he was in the Air Force due to the wings.

Also, his eyes creep me out.

Here he is as an older man, carrying my mom on his shoulders. This would be around 1973. He died in 1986. I think he was about 70-something when he passed away.

Here he is with my grandfather, Martin McKinley, at the ocean or a lake or something. This would be approx. 1940. I also can’t help but notice the cigarette in his mouth, and I am happy that it is no longer socially acceptable to smoke near your child’s head.

I’m pretty certain this is my grandfather with my newborn mother. If that is the case, this would be in October 1971.

Here he is again with his wife, Norma McKinley. They were together their whole lives. Of course, you couldn’t really divorce people easily until the 1970s that’s no suprise.