Yesterday I got on the bus behind a young woman with a tiny baby in a massive stroller.
The priority seating seat was already folded up to the wall, but she asked the people who were sitting on the forward facing seats to move so she could park the stroller there, and they did. After she got the monster stroller tucked in, she sat on that seat herself, with her knees jutting into the aisle. I ended up sitting way at the back of the bus, and didn’t really pay attention until glancing up to see why one stop was taking so long.
The bus had knelt to allow an elderly woman to board, but she couldn’t get past the mother with the monster stroller. Someone in a wheelchair was sitting in the priority seating spot on the other side of the bus.
I saw the woman with the walker try to get past 3 times, but the device kept catching on something and bouncing back. Finally the young mother seemed to notice there was a problem, so I thought maybe she would move out, but instead she bent down and lifted the front of the walker over so it could get past. The elderly lady struggled to the middle of the bus, where she sank into the seat beside the back door.
I can understand why a driver might not want to intervene but s/he should have.
When the bus arrived at the terminal, the young mother and her stroller got out easily. Meanwhile, the elderly woman had to wait for the people exiting at the rear to get off before she could push her walker back to the front of the bus so she could disembark.
Although my baby is college age, I well remember how much there was to learn with a new baby, so it occurred to me the young mother might not realize she had done anything wrong. So I hurried to catch up with her. I explained she should have moved her stroller to let the elderly woman sit in the priority seating.
She told me:
- she could not have moved down the aisle because her stroller wheel base was too large to fit
- she had helped the woman get past her — the other woman’s walker fit in the aisle, problem solved
- she couldn’t possibly carry the baby when she was going to be out all day
- another smaller stroller wouldn’t work because she needed to bring her stuff
- besides, what was she supposed to do, stay home?
I do remember the challenges in getting around with a baby in a stroller. Back in the day I had been given an old fashioned baby buggy for my new baby. It would have been fine to take on walks around the neighborhood, excursions to the park, and such, but it was too big to take on a bus. Twenty some odd years ago, buses didn’t kneel, but even if they had, there would have been no place for a baby buggy because back then there were no accommodations for people with mobility challenges in regular buses. I used an umbrella stroller.
I know how important it is for a young mom with a baby to get out and about. But it is just as important for people with mobility challenges. But priority seating areas are not there for strollers.
The Accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act (2005) S.O. 2005, c. 11″ requires “Priority Seating” at the front of the bus to be reserved for people of all ages with disabilities and mobility challenges.
No one minds if a stroller takes that spot if no one with a disability or mobility challenge needs it. But when the space is needed, the able bodied are expected to move. That goes for strollers. If the stroller is too big to fit down the aisle, the only solution I see is that it needs to disembark and wait for the next bus that can accommodate it. GRT buses can only accommodate only 2 wheelchairs. If a bus has 2 passengers in wheel chairs aboard, it can’t pick a third passenger waiting at a stop in a wheelchair. That person would have to wait for a bus that can.
The accessibility for Ontarians with Disabilities Act exists because people the person who needs a walker to walk needs a walker to walk.
A person with a baby has choices. S/he can carry the baby in arms. If s/he can’t manage that for long, there are also baby carriers parents can wear.
And while a monster stroller might cost hundreds of dollars, umbrella strollers are very inexpensive. A quick online search turned up one for $29.97 at Walmart and another on sale right now for $15.99 at Babies R Us.
If large strollers displace the passengers for whom priority seating exists, there are only 2 solutions for Grand River Transit that I can think of.
- GRT could double the capacity of the priority seating area, or
- GRT could train drivers to deal with such situations, or
- GRT could ban large strollers.
Public Transit has improved enormously over my lifetime, it is something that ought to work for everyone. But we all need to remember it is a shared space, and there are rules that need to be followed. We need to respect other passengers, so we can all get where we’re going.
Postscript: I just found the bit about strollers in the GRT rules:
Strollers must be able to fit through the front doors and down the aisles in order to board the bus. For the safety of all customers, the aisles must not be blocked.
Customers should know the dimensions of their stroller before attempting to board the bus.
Customers with strollers are required to move to the rear of the bus, lock the wheels of the stroller and remain in firm control of it at all times. If possible, strollers are to be folded when standee conditions apply.
Hold on to the stroller at all times to avoid tipping. Position the stroller so passengers can walk freely down the aisle.
Going up to my cousin’s farm was one of my favourite things as a child. I was in love with their German Shepard dog, Rex, and I liked helping bring the cows in to be milked at night. It was where I first learned about karma, although I didn’t hear the word for it until many years later. My sister Lynda wouldn’t let me have a turn holding a piglet, so when he peed on her it was like divine intervention. I loved talking to the animals, and I loved when a cat sometimes got a squirt of milk from an udder. Or getting to drink warm fresh (unpasteurized!) milk from the big vat. The earliest visit I remember I was maybe 4 or 5.
The time I’m writing about was the time I learned the hard truth about where chicken dinners came from. We were all in the front yard between the house and the barn. There wasn’t much yard in front, really, it was mostly a dirt parking lot separating house & barn where cars and tractors came and went.
That day a chicken was caught, and like Mary Queen of Scots she was carried to a block of wood. I didn’t understand what was happening, so when the axe came down on her neck in the blink of an eye I was profoundly shocked.
The head lay still on the chopping block, but the most horrific bit was the headless body running around the yard spraying a geyser of blood into the air. I remember laughter, but I don’t know whose. Then the drained animal fell down, spent. I think everyone was surprised that I didn’t find it funny, but I was a soft hearted city kid. I got angry at the dog I loved when he ran over to lick the blood from the chopping block.
I was very upset, and then horrified when the women sat down to pluck the dead bird. That was when I learned that we would be eating the dead bird for dinner. I vowed I would never, and I spent the afternoon pouting upstairs to my cousin’s room. And then the smell of roasting chicken wafted up the stairs. And eventually the smell helped my resolve shatter, and I ate the chicken dinner after all. I was unhappy about it, and mostly I was disappointed in myself. It occurs to me now that even though I spent a lot of time there throughout my childhood, I don’t ever remember this happening when I was there again.
After that I knew I was a meat eater, and probably always would be. We ended up moving out to an old farm house in the country when I was ten, so although I was really still a city kid I learned about country life. We had three quarters of an acre, with an orchard, and dad put in a mammoth garden, in spite of the fact that the only vegetables he would ever eat were peas carrots and corn. A large part of the garden was flowers, and there was always rhubarb and musk melons (aka cantaloupe) and a pumpkin patch. Every year he tried to grow watermelon, but the growing season just wasn’t long enough, although I suspect it is nowadays.
Our farmhouse was the original built for the pig farm next door. The farmer had separated our land, and with the proceeds he could build a big modern house with a granny suite for his mother upstairs, and a basement shower room so he wouldn’t track the barn smells into the house. The farmer was also a blacksmith who shod the horses of the local Old Order Mennonite population. I loved watching him shoe the horses, or visiting the neighbouring farm animals. That was the first time I saw chickens confines to cages for their entire lives. The best part of living there was the fact we could have a dog; the worst was that the dog would raid the manure pile and bring home the corpses of aborted piglets. This was hard for me as the kid who was always trying to save injured birds and the like. Of course I was a big fan of “Black Beauty” and “Charlotte’s Web”.
And I still love animals as “people.” And now a half century later, although I am still a meat eater, and I know it would be difficult to give it up, that I would have to relearn how to eat if I were to ever become vegetarian. Vegan will never even be a possibility. And yet one day a few years ago I suddenly couldn’t eat pork any more.
All the same, I’m still a meat eater. My vegetarian and vegan friends have not actually tried to convince me to switch. But I am learning from them. These days I have friends who are not only vegan, but working to change the world. And I’ve been learning about some of the trials faced by animal activists. Did you know, there are even refuges for farm animals?. Eating animals is bad enough, but making their whole lives a misery is inhumane. And as it turns out, unfettered animal based agriculture is damaging to the environment.
So while I am still a meat eater, and probably always will be, I can decrease the amount of meat that I do eat. And I have.
I thought it would be hard to manage one meatless day a week, and as it happens, I’ve been managing at least one (and sometimes more) meatless day each week for some time now.
And it isn’t that hard.
And now that my farming cousin is retired, his favourite pet is a rooster.
We can all change, and we can change the world.
On Saturday, July 16th, 2016, say “hi” to the PIGS vs RIBS folk in Victoria Park. The Kitchener Ontario Animal Liberation Alliance will be in the vicinity of the Clocktower from 4-7pm. They’ll be handing out FREE literature and FREE samples of plant meats to showcase the vegan lifestyle as more fun – and delicious – than most animal-eaters would expect. Vegan food needs to shed the rumours of being inferior – today is the day to do so!
In recent years we’ve gone straight from winter into summer. Although we’ve been having record shattering temperatures in the last few months, we’ve had spring, winter and summer, and then back again. I captured this bee (in photographic form only, thanks🙂 ) on April 19th whilst walking the dogs a few blocks from home. So it looks like it is really spring now.
The natural world is wonderful, and I sincerely hope we humans can stop our race to destruction. The first step in weaning ourselves from our profligate fossil fuel consumption is certainly to #keepitintheground. I hope our governments are clever enough to actually do this.
Today I shared a link to an online article reporting Israel Opens Dams, Floods Agricultural Lands And Homes In Gaza. As it happens, the article was wrong.
The origin of the report ~ and in particular, the misinformation that this flooding was a result of deliberate action ~ at first appeared to be the UK newspaper “The Daily Mail.” The misinformation in the original story reported:
Hundreds of Palestinians were evacuated yesterday morning after Israeli authorities opened a number of dams causing widespread flooding
But in these days of slashed budgets, even the mainstream media news has only a fraction of the resources they did once ~ actual reporters, field offices, foreign correspondents, fact checkers, proof readers ~ and so what they have left is often employed in ferreting out the news online, which often includes poaching facts or quotes from someone else’s news story. Sometimes such errors are accidental, but other times they are deliberate attempts to spread propaganda. Again, with news room budgets being tight, jobs in journalism are thin on the ground, which naturally opens up the possibility of reporting the facts as the powers that be wish them to be, rather than reporting the facts as they are.
Whether by accident or design, in this case, The Daily Mail story was built on a piece from Al Jazeera,which reported:
Brigadier Gerneral Said Al-Saudi, chief of the civil defence agency in Gaza, told Al Jazeera: “Israel opened water dams, without warning, last night, causing serious damage to Gazan villages near the border. More than 40 homes were flooded and 80 families are currently in shelters as a result.”
He added that the dam opening would adversely affect local agriculture as the flooded area included Gazan poultry and animal farms.
“We are appealing to human rights organisations and international rights organisations to intervene to prevent further such action.”
— Al Jazeera: Gazans flee floods caused by Israel’s dams opening
Since being informed that the accusation was false, The Daily Mail has since retracted it, retitling the article Hundreds of Palestinians left homeless by flooding after water levels in Gaza Valley rise by up to 10 feet following heavy rain. And while the paper has rewritten the body of the article to clear up the misinformation, the closest they come to accepting any responsibility for publishing false information was:
The floods led to false accusations that Israel had opened up dams along the river to intentionally cause the flooding, even though no dams exist in southern Israel.
A spokesman for the Coordinator of Government Activities in the Palestinian Territories (COGAT) told VICE News: ‘These claims, I don’t know who started them, but they are completely false.
‘There are no dams in the southern part of Israel so we couldn’t open any dams because there aren’t any. I don’t know how these rumours got around.'”
For myself, I apologize for misleading anyone. Part of the reason for blogging about this is to set the record straight. Especially as I consider correcting misinformation to be an important part of what I do, so the absolute last thing I want to do is spread any myself.
The MSM’s lingering decline has been offset by the rise of citizen journalism online. There are a growing number of independent digital news resources that are as reliable (if not more) than the MSM. The fact is that I stumbled into it as I learned the mainstream media is no longer reliable. If it ever was, it was because competition made truth and accuracy essential. That certainly doesn’t seem to be the case any more. If there was any doubt citizens were being failed by MSM news before, Wikileaks removed them. As journalism prof/mediacritic Jay Rosen put it, “The watchdog press is dead.”
These days, most of the news I get is online. I trust the informed people I listen to on Twitter or Facebook far more than I trust any mainstream media outlet. In today’s information swamped world, there is simply no way anyone can know everything. One reason social media is on the rise is because we need to know things the MSM isn’t telling us. Whether it can’t or won’t doesn’t matter. We need to know.
Very often people who have important information want to share it, and the Internet makes this possible. Anyone can blog with WordPress, Tumblr or blogger, or post to Facebook or Twitter or Youtube. Specialized information that would once have been limited in reach by the number of mimeographs possible or the cost of postage is now available freely or cheaply online, available to anyone in the world with an Internet connection.
Since I’ve become active online (2009), over time an increasing amount of my time is spent engaging in citizen journalism online. I’m not doing it because I’ve had anything resembling journalism training, because I haven’t. Or because I want to make a living at it, because I don’t. But the horizons of my world have opened up with the ability to converse with total strangers around the world. Even as I’ve been sharing important information I learn more. We need to converse with each other and learn from each other and work together; and yet there are many who profit from our polarization. There are people who are paid to spread misinformation online, people who pretend to be someone they aren’t to derail change that will interfere with their profits.
When I read something I think important, I might make the time to expand on what I know so I can blog about it, but if it doesn’t fall into one of my particular fields of interest its more likely I’ll share a link to the source material through social media. Which is what I’ve done here. Oddly enough, in all the time I’ve been engaged in citizen journalism, this is only the second time anything I’ve shared required a retraction.
The situation in the middle east is complicated. The situation in Gaza is dire, and has been ongoing without any real hope of resolution for a ridiculously long time. In recent years the Internet has fuelled a growing awareness of the situation in North America. the result has been the BDS movement.
The Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions Movement (BDS Movement) is a global campaign targeting Israel, attempting to increase economic and political pressure on Israel to comply with the stated goals of the movement: ending Israeli occupation and colonization of all Arab lands occupied in June 1967, dismantling the Wall, full equality for Arab-Palestinian citizens of Israel, and respecting the right of return of Palestinian refugees set out in UN Resolution 194.“
Right now there is an uproar in Canada because our government has passed a motion condemning the BDS movementl, claiming that bringing such economic and political pressure to bear is anti-semitic, even though BDS political and economic pressure aims to convince Israel to conform to International Law. If Nations can blithely choose which parts of International Law they will deign to follow without any repercussion (as Israel does in flouting of International Law by encroaching on the what little Palestinian territory remains with new settlements), International Law is meaningless.
In light of the other attacks our Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms has been hit with of late, this blatant suppression of the Canadian right to dissent has upset a great many Canadians, myself included, so it is not surprising the misinformation included in this article slipped past my own personal critical thinking screening. Clearly there is acrimony, anger and hatred on both sides of the Israeli-Palestinian problem, with propaganda arising from both sides. As in most conflict, neither side is entirely blameless, just as neither is perfect.
Regardless, the original story I posted (along with the other bouncing around the internet) is simply not true. There was flooding and evacuation, but it was not a deliberate attack by Israel. I will strive to be more careful in future.
Even on my best day I don’t think I could manage more than 10k in a single day, so I had a pretty good idea I wouldn’t be making it to 50k again this time.
Probably the deciding factor came out of my conversation with my son when he called on my birthday. He asked me if the words I had written were good words…and in fact, they are. I am quite pleased with how this year’s novel is going. And I knew that had I killed myself to scratch up 10k in a hurry, they probably wouldn’t have been very good words.
What NaNo has done is gotten me writing again, even with the political bumps. So here’s to a NaNo experience that worked well for me!