August 4, 1997
The following story was written by Margie Alec. Margie wrote her story about an incident which happened in the native village of Tachet, near Granisle. She is a mother of three who is enthusiastic about improving her education. She plans to enter a forest technology program.
On a calm sunny day the small children gamboled about, wearing only their bathing suits. The chirping of the birds mingled with the sound of geese above our little village beside the lake. The parents walked around while the elders took refuge under any shaded spot that could be found. It was a quiet, peaceful community, although it had its problems.
On this particular day, the people of our village were outside, enjoying the weather. Some children were biking around, teasing the teenagers. Suddenly some loud men came out of a house on the main street. The men seemed intoxicated. One of them held a little card-board box of cans. The children stared at them after they had passed by.
As the evening grew near and the sun started to creep down behind the trees, the parents sent their younger children home. Teenagers took to the street to play road hockey or just hang around. It seemed like a calm evening. All of a sudden cursing and yelling broke out in the street. The same intoxicated men who had been seen earlier were coming up the street. Each of them held a blunt object. The men stopped at the house that they had left earlier. They yelled obscene things and seemed to be trying to coax someone out of the house. The revelling men kept provoking the unknown person who had made them so mad. After a few minutes, one of them started beating on the door with something. They were still cursing when they finally left the house and started back up the street. Even when they were out of sight, the noise of their ruckus could still be heard.
It settled down and things became peaceful. Then, from out of nowhere, came the sound of shattering glass. The drunken men had returned and were breaking the windows of the house. The vandals looked more dangerous now. A man came riding down the street on a bike. One of the drunks stopped him, and threatened to hit him with a heavy object. Luckily, he released him and returned to destroying the property. The men disappeared behind a house, and there were more sounds of cursing and banging. The hoodlums felt no guilt. All of them were still madly yelling, obviously proud of their actions. It was clear that they were not satisfied with what they had done. They all came back to the damaged house. There were more sounds of breaking glass.
Suddenly a neighbor appeared, walking toward the hoodlums. He urged them to leave the house alone. They did not listen. They still had the blunt objects and they started to curse at him. It seemed as if it would get even worse as the hoodlums started toward the man. Moments later, the rest of the neighbors stepped out of their homes. The neighbors were all upset and demanded that the drunks leave. The intoxicated men just started to laugh at them, but suddenly they all started running. There were lights flashing; the police had arrived. The neighbors told them what they had seen and the neighborhood was calm again.
One evening, not like so many before. It only took one community member to stand up and say, "No More." If all community members stood up to this kind of behavior, things will get better and safer for our younger generation.
[This story was taken with permission from"In This Country", Stories About Northern B.C., Northern Literacy Readers, College of New Caledonia, B.C.].