VoicesUse of force is a fine line
Calgary security company comments on tricky balance in their jobs
Upon watching the pixelated, low-quality video of a man being manhandled by mall security, I was stunned. Likely feeling what most people felt when watching the video for the first time. Anger. Disgust. Abhorrence.
On March 16, Dan Doussept, 31, was at Chinook Centre with a friend waiting for a movie at the Scotiabank Theatre Chinook. Doussept was spotted by security sitting on the escalators leading up to the theatre, he was asked to get off. Before long, a tussle with security began, which led to a full confrontation outside of the mall doors.
Kids benefit from real books
- Published on Wednesday, 27 February 2013 17:03
- Written by Rachel Kane
Parent-child interaction can't be replaced with reading devices
"Oh come on, please, just one more story before bed?"
This all too familiar phrase rings oh so clearly in my head as I think of the times that I stayed up begging my mom or dad before I went to sleep.
I longed to hear about the princesses, dragons and far-away lands that were in my books, so that I could relive the stories in my dreams.
But I can't imagine that it would have been the same if it wasn't my parents actually reading to me.
Being bullied hurts
- Published on Wednesday, 27 February 2013 10:48
- Written by Sarah Comber
Children across Canada live with victimization daily
Four-eyes.
Weirdo.
Freak.
Loser.
I can still remember, vividly, what it felt like — walking back to my seat after lunch.
Trying to get there as quickly as possible.
I was wearing a pink shirt — my favourite colour. I thought it looked OK, but as I felt their eyes staring into my back, and the whispers uttered through 10-year-old lips, I began to doubt my choice.
Canadian Blood Services still refuses donations from sexually active gay men
- Published on Wednesday, 27 February 2013 10:41
- Written by Scott Kingsmith
1980s rule in place to protect blood recipients, says organization
It took me about a week to work up the courage to walk into the blood clinic. The sterile smell filled my nostrils as I grabbed the clipboard from the front desk.
I sat down on one of the hard, lavender-coloured chairs and began to fill out the medical forms.
Feeling well? Yes. Taking any medication? No. Recent AIDS test? Yes. Any travel? No.
When I was done with the forms, a small, grey-haired nurse escorted me through the waiting room and to the rear of the clinic. Her orange crocs squeaked with every step on the linoleum.
2 commentsBack to Bonavista
- Published on Wednesday, 27 February 2013 01:03
- Written by VERONICA POCZA
Can you really ever go home?
I approach the community from the main route of anywhere in south Calgary — Anderson Road. I notice Bonavista peeking up from behind tiny hills that border the houses from the noisy traffic of the four-lane freeway. Even with a quick glance from my car, moving nearly 80 km/h I know that it's a safe and friendly place to be.
I no longer have an actual house to go back to in Bonavista, but being here today activates some of my most vivid memories.