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Thursday, 9 April 2020

rip Mel Watkins (Indigenous ally and Canadian economic nationalist)




On April 2nd, political economist and giant of the Canadian left, Mel Watkins, passed away.

As a professor at the University of Toronto in 1963, Mel published a landmark academic article called “A Staple Theory of Economic Growth.” To witness the madness of the Jason Kenney government in Alberta today—the utter capture of policy-makers by oil companies and inability to diversify out of resource booms and busts—is to understand the enduring relevance of his Innis-inspired work on the staples trap.

Mel, an MIT-trained classical economist, came to prominence in a movement of Left Canadian nationalism in the 1960s that included other luminaries like Charles Taylor and Kari Polanyi Levitt. He eschewed the narrow economistic approach of his field instead dedicating his intellect to political economy. To read his work is to understand he was always interested in power, in justice, in protecting human dignity and furthering the collective interest. 

Mel was steeped in great economic thinkers like Polanyi, Minsky and Keynes. But he was well read in many realms, in literature and environmental and climate science . In short, he was an intellectual. But one interested in material change for people, not mere prominence in the academy.
It is interesting to reflect on Mel’s rejection of corporate power concentration and foreign ownership of key Canadian industries in today’s light. What became known as “the Watkins Report”, the Task Force on Foreign Ownership and the Structure of Canadian Investment, was struck by former Liberal finance minister Walter L. Gordon and led to what little protection of key industries remains today.  

One can find striking similarity between Bernie Sanders’ campaign speeches with Mel’s spirited rejection of NAFTA and unbridled free trade at the expense of worker rights and protections. Indeed, he was on the front lines of the battles against nascent, then dominant, neoliberal shifts in the Canadian economy since the early sixties. 

Many will remember Mel for his prominent role in the Waffle movement, for his Left nationalism that envisioned an independent socialist Canada and a more radical NDP. I’ll remember that his thinking evolved, ahead of many on the white Left, to include Indigenous rights and sovereignty. His role working with the Dene in the fight against the Mackenzie pipeline during the Berger inquiry clearly shaped his politics and worldview. It gave a new and vital dimension to his thinking on staples, through the lens of how resource development depends on (ongoing) dispossession of Indigenous land.

Mel gave generously as a mentor to me in the early 2010s. I was introduced by his family friend, Nick Hutcheson. I was lucky to interview him and Kari Levitt, for a piece on the Tar Sands Trap and what he termed the “Canadian disease”, for Maisonneuve Magazine. 

While most of our relationship took place over email (an archive I now cherish), we met several times at Hart House in Toronto over beer. What I remember most about him was his kind temperament, and his curiosity. Unlike many intellectuals, he was not captivated by the sound of his own voice. In fact, what I remember most about trying to interview him was that he was more interested in what I thought, what I was driven by, and passionate about.  (An interesting personal footnote, he encouraged me to apply for a job with the Broadbent Institute, changing the trajectory of my own life and thought when I became the research director between 2013 and 2017.)

Mel leaves legions of friends and generations of Leftists influenced by this thinking, those of us fighting for a more just country and world. He’ll be sorely missed!

Jonathan Sas is the Director of Communications for the BC Federation of Labour and, formerly, the Director of Policy for the Broadbent Institute. For those looking for an introduction to Mel Watkins’ writing, the Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives put together an impressive tribute to him, his work and legacy.


Mel Watkins is dead and Canada is the poorer for it.

This is not a dispassionate assessment, but nonetheless true. He was my friend and an important influence and example for me and so many others who had the good fortune of knowing and working side by side with him. 

He was a man of great accomplishments and a full accounting of those is the work of his fellow academics, biographers and encyclopedia writers. I admired Mel for his output, but it was his enormous humanity, and his commitment to making his knowledge accessible to those who needed it in their everyday struggles for justice and equality, that stands out for me above all.
I met Mel in the early 70s when, as research advisor to the Indian Brotherhood of the NWT (soon to become the Dene Nation), I was casting about for a person who could give academic credibility and profile to our efforts to build the basis for a new kind of Aboriginal Rights claim, a political, not just property, settlement.  

Those were the days of “action-research” and we believed federal research funding, if deployed properly, would help reclaim Dene history and raise the political consciousness of the North’s First Nations. We needed an academic sympathetic to that perspective, someone willing to share the research experience with the subjects of that research. Such individuals are a scarce breed. Mel was a perfect fit.

I recall our first meeting with him in the North. We sat outdoors on the ground on a mosquito-ridden spring day by the Cameron River, east of Yellowknife. I remember marvelling at Mel, so recently a national public figure, in the news as a leader of the Waffle faction of David Lewis’ NDP, and not long before that, as the brave author of the Pearson-commissioned Watkins Report on foreign ownership of the Canadian economy, sitting in those remote and humble surroundings and listening intently to the young Dene gathered there.

It was the start of an important and fruitful collaboration. Mel took a leave from U of T and he and his partner, Kelly Crichton, a journalistic force in her own right, moved their young and growing family to Yellowknife, a move of evident solidarity. Our families’ respective trajectories have been intertwined ever since.

In 1974, Justice Thomas Berger and his Royal Commission on the terms that should govern construction of the proposed Arctic Gas Pipeline – a public inquiry so successful it has never been repeated – provided the stage on which to demonstrate Canada’s internal colonialism and the justice of a negotiated settlement recognizing the Dene’s political right to self-determination.  In addition to travelling widely throughout the MacKenzie Valley and encountering the reality on the ground, Mel worked tirelessly to raise awareness in southern Canada, and to bring his network of academic and civil society colleagues to bear on the issue. 

Both the Berger Report and a book of essays, Dene Nation: The Colony Within, edited by Mel, bear the imprint of his influence. In the history of the fight to re-establish Indigenous rights in Canada, they stand as landmarks whose impact is still felt today in that unfinished business.

I dwell on this personal anecdote not because it is exceptional of Mel’s life, but because it speaks to his generosity and humility in the service of others. I know similar stories could be told of his work with trade unions, his campaigns and candidacy, often Quixotic, on behalf of the NDP, and his readiness to aid colleagues or students in distress. Perhaps it was his rural Parry Sound origins that taught him that urban isolation among like-thinkers was an unhealthy elitist temptation, but Mel always had time for those who could put his ideas to good use. 

Economics is not a forgiving profession where politics are concerned and Mel’s social democratic inclinations were often judged infirm or unacceptable by colleagues of narrower perspective. Despite that, Mel was a bridge-builder, able to communicate and win the friendship of less liberal and even conservative academics who couldn’t help but respect his work, authenticity and commitment. He loved the opportunity to debate the likes of John Crispo or Simon Reisman on his favourite topic, the downside of free trade.

Mel’s production was a phenomenon in itself. One of the world’s fastest readers, he would incorporate the very latest writing in whatever paper he was immersed in. He never stopped writing lucidly up to the end. And his wide interests ran from political economy to Jungian psychology and the world of art and cultural criticism. An evening with Mel and Kelly could be certain to cover a lot of territory!

Despite his ever-present sense of humour, Mel struggled all his life with a monkey on his back, the Black Dog of inescapable depression. It could disable him unpredictably and lay him low. All his considerable efforts to find some way out from underneath were of no avail. It makes his successes all the more remarkable.

His loving family was also key to keeping Mel grounded. An accomplished wife to challenge him and three, as might be expected, sharply intelligent and curious children, all making their own impressions on the world. And Mel was also a devoted grandfather, doting on his grandkids, engaging with them and their worlds with enthusiasm. It was a recipe for keeping his dismal science humane.

This year, Mel was awarded membership in the Order of Canada, belatedly, but so justly deserved. I can think of few people who better embody the values and actions that should make us, as citizens of this country, proud.

Peter PuxleyEdmonton,  Alberta

Sunday, 12 January 2020

Emily and Norval: from the Marmora Library shelves


I've just finished reading two books from the Marmora Library about arguably Canada's two greatest artists, Emily Carr and Norval Morrisseau. They were born 6 decades apart, Carr in 1871, Morrisseau in 1932, into very different times and cultures. Emily Carr was a settler with a very traditional upper middleclass background. Morrisseau was born into a traditional Ojibway trapper culture in northern Ontario in the Lake Nipigon area. The commonality they share, the basis for both their great paintings, is their love, understanding and depiction of First Nations culture. Carr painted totem poles, an already disappearing west coast art form, while Morrisseau bravely restored elements of aboriginal spirituality and traditions with his depictions of shamanic tales and experiences. 

I read Emily Carr first. It's by Lewis DeSoto as part of John Ralston Saul's series, Extraordinary Canadians (Penguin Canada, 2008). It's a short book, under 200 pages, and it reads like an extended Cole's Notes. Just the facts, without a whole lot of insight. But despite the uninspired writing style, Carr's life and times and contribution to Canadian art are so interesting I enjoyed the book. There are other, likely better, books on Carr, but at least I finally got around to grasping the barebones of her story via this book.

Norval Morrisseau: Man Changing Into Thunderbird (Douglas and McIntyre, 2014) is a much better plate of bannock bread. Author Armand Garnet Ruffo, a First Nations poet, author and professor, presents the twisting, turning tale of Morrisseau's life in the present tense. Although as readers we know some of his story already, this style makes the book read like a novel, with events unfolding in the now.

Norval Morrisseau 

This is a longer book, which cost me at least three decent nights of sleep. We first experience Morrisseau living with his shaman grandfather and grandmother in a far north land based  lifestyle. His grandfather's stories and teachings formed the foundation for Norval's love of indigenous spirituality, but as with so many First Nations children, he was sent at age six to a Catholic residential school, where he was sexually abused and partially indoctrinated into Christianity. The pull between these two belief systems stayed with Morrisseau his entire life, influencing his art with the frustrating impossibility of reconciling them. Late in life he became involved with the Eckankar cult, which is perhaps the closest he came to a spiritually satisfying philosophy, apart from his shamanistic painting.


Why I especially enjoyed these books:

My interest in Canadian culture and art was fostered by membership in The Canadian Liberation Movement (CLM), which I joined the year after I arrived back in Canada in 1972. As Canadian born, but raised in the United States, I felt I had a lot of catching up to do on Canadian history and culture after being miseducated south of the border. As a very active opponent of the Vietnam War and a "draft dodger" I also felt I had a mission to help Canadians understand the negative role American imperialism was having in the world. The best thing about membership in the CLM was its emphasis on supporting Canadian art and culture and learning our history. The bad aspect was its crazy brew of Maoism/Stalinism - a crash course in sectarian realpolitik for a free ranging hippy who'd been living a knockabout life on the streets of the UK for three years.

The summer of 1974 witnessed an armed uprising on First Nations territory. We were holding a CLM congress and organizing school, and as one of CLM's primary goals was opposing imperialism, I organized a whiparound collection from the members and sent it to the occupying Warriors. Soon after I extensively interviewed Tapwe Chretien, an activist founder of the Dene Nation, for our newspaper, New Canada. I also interviewed Vern Harper, founder of the Toronto Warriors, for an article. It was also during my CLM years in Toronto that I first visited the McMichael Art Gallery in Kleinburg. Hence the overlapping interests in First Nations issues and Canadian art, which are so married in both Carr and Morrisseau. 

Since moving to the eastern Kawartha Lakes area in 1989 I've made semi annual visits to the Whetung Art Gallery on Curve Lake First Nations, and also to Petroglyphs Provincial Park, where the sacred rock carvings inspired Morrisseau. The Gallery on the Lake near Buckhorn is also worth visiting. Morrisseau had some major interactions with the Whetung Gallery owners, which added to my interest. Poet and acquaintance Karl Jirgens is credited with one of the chapter heading photos of Morrisseau. His magazine, Rampike, is credited with an interview with Morrisseau. Decades ago Karl published one of my poems in Rampike - an honour - belated thanks, Karl  :  )-