Congratulations are in order to the groups that pushed back the deadline for public comment on the environmental review for the Diavik project.
Aboriginal groups felt that the process was being rushed along.
DIAND is also to be commended for living up to their promise. All along DIAND has been reassuring concerned members of the public that the comprehensive process was flexible and would accommodate public interests as they came up.
And up they came.
A recent meeting in Kugluktuk between residents and representatives of both Diavik and DIAND left some residents nervous about the impact the proposed mining project would have on the quality of their water supply. Creating deadlines to complete a review of the potential impact of the proposed mine is a necessary evil; there has to be some kind of structure surrounding the process.
The review, however, is meaningless if there isn't sufficient time to explore all the concerns the people affected might have.
While Diavik's investors might find this extension time-consuming, they should keep in mind that even more time-consuming is revitalizing the damaged ecology that a mining project can leave behind.
The people of the North live off the land. It provides fish, meat and water. Despite its formidable size and dramatic climate, the Northern landscape is fragile.
The network of natural relationships that allow game and fish to flourish is delicate and sensitive. No one knows that better than the people who have lived off the land's bounty for generations.
It is they who must be satisfied that Diavik, or any other project, won't disrupt the balance of nature.
The indigenous people of the North have been misled before. They have every right to be skeptical. After all, the mine is their backyard.
It is impossible not to wonder what the reaction would be if the shoe were on the other foot.
We applaud the leadership shown by Education Minister Charles Dent for suggesting a political solution to the electoral boundaries dispute. Dent wants three additional MLAs for Yellowknife and one more seat each for Inuvik and Hay River. The result would not only be proper representation for Yellowknife, but a good balance between Yellowknife's influence and that of the smaller regions require. The jockeying over the secondary diamond industry has revealed Hay River as a force to be reckoned with. Combined with Inuvik's weight, Yellowknife will be prevented from dominating territorial politics. Let's hope the other MLAs see the wisdom of Dent's solution and head off a costly lawsuit. The small story on city Councillor Kevin O'Reilly in last Friday's Yellowknifer rang familiar bells for embattled parents juggling jobs and kids. O'Reilly, trying to deal with the tight deadlines of daycare and dinner, scrambling to make the once-a-year ever important municipal budget meeting, ratchets up the rat race pace by locking the keys in his running car at the crucial moment. After applying hasty damage control and intense efficiency dispensing dinner and kids, he arrives on time at city hall to find out he's an hour late. It's a story that plays itself out every day somewhere in this city and the only real comfort is knowing you are not alone. So congratulations go out to Coun. O'Reilly for surviving the day. Question is whose turn is next? Editorial Comment Marty Brown Kivalliq News
Coming back for a three-month stint as the Kivalliq editor has been better than I thought. It's almost been like a homecoming. It's been fun. It's been a three-month trip to the place with the most beautiful scenery, the friendliest people and the cutest babies in the world.
Time's gone by quickly. There are people I haven't even visited with yet. There's always next week I told myself, as I dropped exhausted onto the couch with a book. I'll have them for dinner or visit them next week.
Well time's up. And I'm not quite ready to leave yet. There's still people to see and places to go. The arena isn't even open yet for Pete's sake.
But as I write this, my calendar says the 12 weeks are definitely up.
Christmas is a week away and I still haven't sent any Christmas cards. I love sending them, but I sent my address book for Christmas cards back to Yellowknife last week by mistake. So it's time to get on with it and at least send some late cards.
I still haven't bought the "man who loves me" a Christmas present -- not one -- or decorated a tree, which is something else I love to do.
It's time to get on with it. Times ticking, but maybe not as soon as I thought. It looks me like my stay in the Keewatin may be extended, at least until the storms abates.
One thing I've learned by living in the Eastern Arctic is patience. I've learned not to get in a snit if things don't go quite the way I want, and not to sweat the small stuff. If there's nothing you can do about it, don't worry about it.
The plan is to spend the holiday season in Yellowknife then head south in the recreational vehicle, visiting family on the way to the Baja. Next summer it looks like the fishing lodge again but who knows. I didn't expect to be back here as an editor again either.
I wish you all the best with Nunavut. It is too exciting. After 30 years of hard work and at least 30 more years of hard work to go, the eyes of the world will be on you. So smile!
It's funny about some places. After you've lived there a while, you always leave a part of you there. Of course you always take some of it with you. So Keewatin -- take care of the part I'm leaving and I'll take care of the part I'm taking.
Kivalliq News wants to welcome new editor Darrell Greer, his wife Debbie and daughter Lindsey. Hailing from Cape Breton in the Maritimes, where he got his start in journalism, you'll be seeing lots of Darrell on the hockey ice in both a playing and coaching capacity. Darrell welcomes readers to the Kivalliq News for a chat and a coffee, wishing everybody a safe and merry Christmas!
Special thanks to all the people across the Keewatin who have made my life as editor a little easier, whether it was shooting rolls of film for the paper, phoning tips on news stories (we can't be everywhere) or just plain smiling encouragement when I wasn't having fun, thanks.
Thanks to receptionists everywhere who really do know everything and share it with editors on deadline.
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