Ms. Libby Davies (Vancouver East, NDP)
Mr. Speaker, this is an excerpt from Being True to Ourselves by poet Sandy Cameron.
The map we inherited isn't any good. The old roads mislead and the landscape keeps changing. People are confused and drift from place to place, clothes scorched by fire eyes red with smoke.
The old map tells us to look for gold in the city, so we go to the city and find the garbage dump. We need a new map with new roads and a new destination.
Some people fear a new map, and they cling to the old one like flies to fly paper....
I don’t have a new map, so I write stories. The stories draw lines dig holes and above all, remember....
...And in this harsh world draw your breath in pain To tell my story.
Hamlet said to Horatio.
“I seem not to speak the official language,” the poet Adrianne Rich said, so she created an unofficial language, the language of the heart.
It has been an honour to serve the people of Vancouver East and the NDP for the past 18 years.
Topic: Statements By Members
Subtopic: Vancouver East