It is the season of good cheer and good
tidings, when merriment is on many minds and lights are twinkling across the
city. It happens to come at a precarious time in our history, though, as oil
prices tumble and with the fall comes worries and concerns about the impacts.
This week I found myself splitting my time between wrapping gifts and signing
cards and reading ominous stories about our doom and speaking to journalists
from across North America as their focus shifts to the oil sands, this time
due not to environment but economics.
I consider myself a member of the media to
some degree and so I feel I can comfortably say that dark stories bring the
media types out, circling a bit like vultures over a dying animal. The
advertising adage says “sex sells”, but so too do stories of dark tones and
suffering, and often the media is far more prone to tell those stories, perhaps
because their audience is far more likely to read them. The recent oil price
decline has raised alarm bells about the financial security of the oil sands
industry, and so some journalists have come looking for stories to tell, eager
to be in on the ground floor of telling the tale of the demise of our
community.
And in case you think I exaggerate I assure
you I do not. This week one journalist who contacted me asked me how long I
thought it would take Fort McMurray to fall apart exactly, as if I would put
some sort of numerical value on the length of time it would take my community
and home to die. I admit I tartly replied that our interview was over, almost
as soon as it had begun, as his question was a bit like asking “so when did you
quit beating your wife?”, and I seethed for some time afterwards at the instant
belief that a tumble in oil prices would somehow destroy Fort McMurray.
I am not naïve. I know the price of oil
will impact our community but this is not a new phenomenon in our world and is
not the first – or likely the last – time oil prices will fall and a slowdown
in our economy will occur. But the belief that this is will somehow result in
the destruction of my home – and finding some almost salivating at the prospect
of being able to record it for posterity – troubles me because it shows that
those with that belief understand little of the resiliency of the people who have
chosen this place as home.
Let’s be frank. This is not always the
easiest place to live. We contend with the kind of low temperatures in winter
that make your flesh freeze and your bones ache. In summer we are home to
mosquito populations of almost biblical plague proportions. We are not remote
in that we are well connected by road and air, but it does take time to travel
to other places. We still lack some of the services and amenities we would like
to have, and we still find ourselves struggling to some degree with
infrastructure that has not caught up with our growth. Sometimes I wonder why
anyone chooses to live here, in a place where there are so many challenges.
And then I remember. We live here because
the people who have chosen to be here are those who are the kind to meet the
challenges, to tackle them head on and to wrestle them to the ground. We stick
together through the good times and the bad, showing our spirit and our nature.
We are in some ways the modern pioneers, long after a time when most other
parts of our world have been tamed and civilized and the major challenges
conquered.
I met with another journalist recently and
we were discussing the challenges in this community. I simply said to them that
“we embrace the challenges” and they laughed and said perhaps that should be
the new slogan on the signs into town. I laughed too and suggested we have had
enough slogans here to last a very long time, this place of big spirit and
energy, and that we didn’t need to put a slogan onto a sign to believe it – or
live it.
The recent economic crisis with the price
of oil will impact this community and of that there is no doubt. But it will
not be the demise of this place or these people or my home. This is just
another one of those challenges we face, nothing more or less, and as we head
into this holiday season I do so not with fear or worry for the future but with
anticipation for the chance to face the challenge and do it just as we always
do in Fort McMurray – together.
I had all the intention to call you while I was in McMurray recently. However, due to the holidays craziness, I decided it might be better to call you another time, instead. Have a very Merry Christmas! :)
ReplyDelete