I don’t know what we do about this
Anyone who knows me or who reads my (irregular) posts will know that if there’s anything I hope will continue on this earth, long after humans have obliterated themselves, it’s fish. I have my favourite runs of salmon, visited annually, and all my life I’ve watched fish, admired them, celebrated them, cried as my father brought in a bass to cook for our breakfast (yet happily ate it all the same) ; fish imagery enters everything I do, from quilts to recipes to writing to dreams. They are at the heart of our pacific culture(s) and they deserve more than our measly efforts to protect their habitat and everything else they depend on — dark skies, clean water, catch restrictions, ample riparian zones. So this article by the admirable Andrew Nikiforuk in this morning’s Tyee (which of course is one of the familiar names for Oncorhyncus tshawytscha or Chinook salmon) has me wondering at those of my fellow citizens who not only voted in this government but continue to support them beyond all that is reasonable.