Attendant Worries Over Letting Go
Jason, once Captain of the Argo and leader of the Argonauts, now picked at the bamboo bars of his make-shift cage as he was carried along the trail on a pole by two of his taller men. The sun was out, and birds were chirping. Monkeys ranged above him hooting and screeching. The men, once his own, were singing a tawdry old sailors song. He was trapped in a cage, but also imprisoned in a fog of dumb cheer. Doom was straight ahead, and he could not escape it.
People around the world are struggling to come to terms with what appears to be a giant pratfall for mankind. After years of progressive politics, the bugle klaxon to stop and march backwards seems to have been sounded. A new US Presidency looms large over North America, and with it a sense of foreboding is creeping up on us. Questions of individual rights are again central, and we all know that women's rights will be among the first subjects queued up.
Matthew Baillie Begbie, Supreme Court Judge of the Province of British Columbia, sat in the corner office of Waddington’s building, just down from the Quay in New Westminister. Alfred Waddington himself sat behind the black oak desk looking at the latest issue of the British Columbian newspaper, the April 17th edition, 1859, in which the editorial once again demonized the Chilcotin men hanged for the Bute Inlet Massacre. Fred Seymour was also in the room. He had also read the article.