Migrants are not the problem ~ the word is a problem

Lately, I've been thinking about the migrants crossing the Mediterranean into Europe. I've been considering the way the word migrant is being used by journalists and politicians alike. Somehow, I think, we have become desensitised to what is really happening, and part of that desensitisation is the repeated use of the word migrant.

When we allow our media and governments to apply reductive terminology to human beings, we get the British foreign minister referring to "marauding migrants," and an increase in hate speech and racism.


We don't really have a migrant crisis in the Mediterranean. In fact, according to the UN, the vast majority of these people are fleeing war. The largest group comes from Syria, a nation where about 300,000 have been killed in that escalating brutality. Others come from Afghanistan, Libya, Eritrea, Somalia and Iraq.



These people are not migrants, nor are they economic migrants. They most definitely are not marauding migrants.They are overwhelmingly refugees escaping the misery and danger of war, which includes, but is not limited to, rape, torture and death. And yet we call them migrants, as though they are on some kind of family excursion. "Oh, let's visit Europe this summer. Maybe next year we can see the Rocky Mountains." Yeah, right.

In the first seven months of this year, about 340,000 people have crossed into Europe. A large number, but in the context of a European population of over 700 million, not so significant at all. Contrast that with Turkey, which hosts almost 2 million refugees from Syria alone, or Lebanon where there are more than a million refugees from Syria.


And so, when hundreds of people drown crossing the Mediterranean in flimsy boats, they aren't called refugees. They are only migrants. Perhaps that is what our governments would have us believe. Perhaps it suits a political agenda to dehumanise the problem, to call them migrants instead of people or refugees.



Words are important. Migrant is a word that robs suffering people of identity and voice.

Not all that long ago we turned away boats filled with European Jews, escaping the madness of that war. We found convenient ways to dehumanise that problem too. Is history repeating itself ? Shame on Europe and shame on us.

Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.
Photos by Milos Bicanski/Al Jazeera

Cumberland Brewing Company

The village of Cumberland, slightly south of Courtenay, has a reputation for being on the fringes. From the late 1800s through to the middle of the 1900s, Cumberland was a coal town, and at its peak, coal employed over 600 and supported a town of 3000. At one time Cumberland boasted the second largest Chinatown on the west coast of North America. There are still a number of old company houses and structures in Cumberland, including parts of the Chinatown, and some of the best hiking and mountain biking trails in BC, but... that's not why we're here.

Today's Cumberland, still on the fringes, features one of the new craft breweries springing up around the province and this one is definitely worth a look.






On the main street of the village it's not hard to miss, though the door that fronts the street actually looks in on the brew master and all his equipment. The proper entry is around the side and it boasts a large, mostly-covered patio for the summer-time crowd and indoor seating as well.

Mike Tymchuk is the brew master and his story is one of a passion for beer. While attending university and working at Canada's first in-house brew pub, Spinnakers in Victoria, in the 1980s, Mike was offered an opportunity to make beer, and one thing led to another.

A few years ago, Mike and his life-partner Caroline, found themselves in Cumberland. On the fringes. They opened Riders Pizza to blazing success, and in December 2014, together with another partner, opened the Cumberland Brewing Company.






There are flights of beer to be had, "and, why not?" said Jeem. Flights offer five different brews, though Cumberland Brewing Co. currently offers six, ranging from a delicious bitter to a wonderful oatmeal stout. The brews change with the season and available ingredients. All are worth tasting of course, though the English Bitter caught Jeem's favour.

Impressive as all this beer is, there's something else going on here too, and it's just as impressive. Caroline and Mike Tymchuk, through their two business ventures, have created twenty jobs in Cumberland, jobs that didn't exist before Riders Pizza and Cumberland Brewing. It's an example of how to grow jobs across our country. We don't need big corporations to produce beer, and we don't need to truck in beer from centralised breweries, let alone from Mexico or Belgium.


Beer can be produced in small batches, often with local ingredients, in every town and neighbourhood across the land. It's the way the industry began and it can happen again, giving us uniquely local brews with different flavours and tastes. Local breweries would be good for all of us. Mike and Caroline Tymchuk are doing something good for Cumberland, and other craft brewers are doing the same for their communities.

Globalization is the past. Localization is the future.




Cumberland Brewing Co. is a fun place with great people, beer and pizza. While the village might be on the fringes, the brewery provides all of us with a great reason to visit.

Photos by Jeem. Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.

Strength of Conviction by Tom Mulcair ~ a book review

Tom Mulcair's autobiography is an easy read. At less than 200 pages, it's a quick read; I read it over the course of one day. It's certainly timely, but what does it tell us about the next prime minister?

Well, it suggests, with conviction and example, that when it comes to determination and intellect, Stephen Harper has finally met his match.

For another, what used to be Thomas Mulcair, is now clearly and simply; Tom Mulcair. After reading the book, it suits him even more.

And Mr Mulcair's story is inspiring. As the second of 10 children in an Irish-Catholic Quebec family, he grew up in a home where everyone was loved, and each knew the value of an education. "My parents adored each other," he writes. "My family was rough-and-tumble, with children all over the place and people who made four sandwiches out of one chicken wing, and who said, 'I love you,' all day."

Mulcair worked through high school and then university. At 19 he started law school and had to borrow money from his sister to buy his textbooks. He paid his way by working construction, tarring roofs in the hot, humid summers of Montreal. At that young age, two other things happened that would change his life: he joined the NDP, a strange choice in that the party was almost non-existent in Quebec. And he met Catherine Pinhas. While it was love at first sight, it was a strange combination: she was a secular, upper-class Jewish girl from France, of a family that survived the Holocaust, and he was a working-class anglo-Irish-Catholic from Quebec. They married three years later, when they were both 22. They are still together and much in love. 

By his 30s, Mulcair was someone to watch in Quebec, and the book makes that clear. He was a hard working bureaucrat running a provincial body charged with regulating all the medical, legal and technical professions. He made his mark when he went after doctors who sexually abused their patients. In 1994 he was recruited to run for Quebec Liberals and quickly became environment minister, and in that arena he made his mark again with some of the toughest legislation in the country. He resigned after the premier, Jean Charest, made it clear that Mulcair was far too unfriendly towards developers.

Unfortunately, the book provides less light on what happened in the brief years after Jack Layton recruited Mulcair to run in 2007. While the key points are mentioned, I can't help but feel there must be much more to tell, about the amazing rise of the NDP in Quebec, the tragic death of Mr Layton and the abounding doubts that the party could stay together and grow.



People were sceptical about Mulcair and the NDP, yet he proved them wrong. He became the most effective leader of the Opposition in decades, and the party's fortunes improved dramatically too.

Still, I wonder. How does Mr Mulcair feel about his role in the transformation of politics in Quebec and Canada? How does he feel about himself in mid-life? Does he have any soul-searching moments? Any fears and doubts? If he does, he doesn't tell us in this book.

We do learn about two important mentors in his life. The first is Father Alan Cox, a radical young priest who taught at Mulcair's school and told the students again and again that they had to make a difference in this world. The second was the intellectual, and premier, Claude Ryan, who, nearing death, told him, "Monsieur Mulcair, we have to remember why we’re elected. It's to help people."

One thing is very clear from reading this book: Tom Mulcair is a uniter, not a divider. In that, he is the opposite to the current resident of 24 Sussex. And that's a wonderful thing indeed.

Two previous Murray Chronicles on Tom Mulcair: from March of this year and one of his first, big rallies in MetroVancouver: Tom Mulcair in Vancouver and from February of 2014 and a small gathering at Kwantlen University in Richmond: Tom Muclair at KPU Richmond

Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.

Photo of  Pinhas and Mulcair from Maclean's. 

Photo of Layton and Mulcair from the CBC.
Book cover by the publisher: Dundurn Press.

The Galley Patio and Grill on Jericho Beach

West of Kitsilano, towards the University of British Columbia, lies Jericho Beach, and with it sand, kids, dogs and volleyballs. Along the length of the beach there are spectacular views of English Bay and downtown Vancouver, the north shore mountains and Stanley Park.

At the Jericho Sailing Club and up the stairs on the beachfront, where dogs are not to be seen apparently, is The Galley Patio and Grill.













Though The Galley has been around since 1990, it flies beneath the radar for many; it's a bit out of the way and if you don't know about it, you might not find it at all, and that might be a shame.





I was introduced to the Galley about five years ago and it was a delightful find, then a hidden gem with great views and better than average beach food. Then, and now, we tend to refer to it as the deck, because that's really what it is: a long, narrow deck overlooking the beach and the skyline.










The food is modified beach-side cuisine heavy on burgers and fries.There's nothing wrong with that; it's beach food after all. In the past there seemed to be more menu choices, though it's always been a better variation on fast-food.





The Galley features local beers and BC wines, as well as espresso coffees and an ice cream bar. Customers place their orders inside and are given a vibrating device to take with them to a table; it alerts the dining patron by vibrating wildly when their food is ready to be picked up inside.











On our most recent visit we had a burger and fish tacos and ordered both with salads. The burger was loaded with cheese, mushrooms and onions, which would have been better had the meat been a bit more flavourful. It was over-cooked and the bun was plain and boring.

The fish tacos were lost in too much batter and, like the burger, the dish lacked flavour. This could have been remedied with a punchy salsa or an extra garnish of something. Anything.







Five years ago the food was definitely better. Even last year there was more zing to be found in the various menu items. It's not bad food, not at all. It's just not all that great, and there's lots of competition out there for beach-side fast food. On our walk along the beach we passed several vendors with one hot dog wagon offering what looked to be fantastic grilled snags, as someone from Oz would call them.

The Galley is relaxed and fun. It's a place for families, for groups enjoying pitchers of beer, and for couples taking in a romantic view. It might even be a place to have a wedding reception.







Not all that long ago the food was tastier and richer in all the right ways; The Galley was a destination in itself. It has lost something over the years, dumbed down like so many of Vancouver's restaurants, getting by on location or reputation, and not necessarily on the thing that brought us here in the first place. And while all of that is true, the Galley still showcases some of the finest sunsets in the city. Pity the food isn't just a wee bit better.

Photos by Jeem. Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.

Kranky Cafe in Mount Pleasant

Our never-ending quest to find independent and unique coffee bars in Vancouver continued with a trip to Mount Pleasant. Near Main Street and 4th Avenue there's an interesting mix of retail, semi-industrial and residential; a neighbourhood in transition I suppose, like much of this city.






Slightly east of Main on 4th, across from a tyre shop, is Kranky Cafe. Unassuming, unpretentious and quite wonderful.















There are breakfast and lunch items including freshly made sandwiches, wraps and soups. The pies look fantastic and everything is made in house.







Indoor or outdoor seating, both are pleasant enough.

The coffee was fine. The espresso was strong without a bitterness. A proper espresso cup might have been better, but in this case that is a quibble. The latte was certainly acceptable too.

Decent service, interesting clientele and a nice atmosphere that invokes a New York City sensibility; part of a neighbourhood, yet with an urban attitude.









Sherry has visited Kranky Cafe several times, whatever that tells you, and Jeem will be back one day too. On hot summer days they serve affogato, which should be incentive enough.

Photos by Jeem. Copyright 2015 by Jim Murray.