[PHOTO] Evening sky, looking north from Dufferin

[BLOG] Some Tuesday links

• blogTO notes the spotting of a High Park capybara.


• Centauri Dreams reflects on the Pluto landscape.


• The Dragon's Gaze links to a paper looking at percolation theory in connection to the Fermi paradox.

Joe. My. God. notes the homophobic and useless reactions of one anti-gay group to HIV.

• Language Hat links to an essay linking language with emotion.


• The NYRB Daily points to a 13th century anti-Semitic caricature.


• Towleroad examines George Michael as a gay icon.


• The Volokh Conspiracy talks from a libertarian perspective about the negative consequences of a Trump administration for freedom.


• Window on Eurasia suggests Ukraine should exit the Minsk process as harmful to its interests.

[NEWS] Some Tuesday links

• Bloomberg notes how income inequality is growing within Sydney, and between different areas of that city, and notes China's high levels of debt previously unnoticed.


• Bloomberg View notes the exceptional strength of the economy of California.


• The CBC notes the effects of Donald Trump's alienation of Latinos, reports on an alleged terrorist plot by a French citizen arrested by Ukraine, and looks at the incomprehension of the father of a child whose meningitis was neglected fatally.


• The Calgary Herald notes that stupid statements keep undermining Alberta's Wildrose Party.

The National Post's Andrew Coyne looks at how guaranteed minimum income could work in Canada, notes J.K. Rowling's condemnation of fans upset Hermione is being played on stage by a black woman as racist, and looks at the success of a lawsuit lodged by a First Nations group against Québec for a dam built a century ago.

• Open Democracy looks at transnational marriage abandonment.

[AH] On the Halifax Explosion and the contingency of some things

The above photo was taken of a video monitor at the Toronto Railway Museum during my Doors Open visit, poised on a display in front of the Nova Scotia Pullman car. It preserves a scene from 0:23 of Historica Canada's Halifax Explosion Heritage Minute, when train dispatcher Vince Coleman realized the imminence of the Halifax Explosion and opted to warn an incoming train to stop short of the danger zone. All it took him was his life.

"Heritage Minutes: Halifax Explosion" (Watch on YouTube)

"What do you think you're doing?" shouted chief clerk William Lovett as train dispatcher Vince Coleman turned back towards the office. "We've only got a minute or two left! Anyone in the office won't stand a chance, and you're a married man with a family to think of!" But Vince Coleman was thinking about the passenger trains speeding towards the threatened harbour. He had to stop them.

In that moment of pure and selfless action, Coleman telegraphed his urgent warning. At precisely 9:06 on December 6, 1917, the worst man-made explosion ever [before the atomic bomb on Hiroshima] tore through Halifax, claiming 2,000 lives, including the life of Vince Coleman.

The Great War had brought prosperity to Halifax. The harbour bustled with convoys of men and materials bound for Europe. But on the evening of December 5, two ships' captains anxiously awaited departure. Aboard the Imo, a Belgian relief ship at anchor in the harbour, Captain From was annoyed that a late inspection had forced him to delay departure until morning.

Outside the harbour sat the French steamship Mont Blanc, its captain Aimé Le Medec awaiting morning access to the harbour and official clearance. Captain Le Medec had good reason to feel uneasy. Four days earlier his freighter had been loaded with tons of picric acid, TNT, gun cotton and benzol. The Mont Blanc was a floating bomb.

At 7:30 a.m., on December 6, the Mont Blanc began its slow entry into the harbour just as the Imo pulled up anchor. Forced to the wrong side of the channel by a steamer and tugboat, the Imo continued its improper course in direct line with the incoming Mont Blanc. The two ships sighted each other. There was a confusion of whistle blasts, misunderstood signals and, at 8:45 a.m., a disastrous collision.

As black smoke and flames rose from the Mont Blanc, crowds gathered on the Pier to watch the excitement. Factory workers, stevedores, mothers and children rushed to the best vantage points. Few people had any idea of the danger.

But one sailor who knew about the imminent explosion ran past the railway freight yards, warning Coleman and Lovett to clear out. Vince Coleman knew what was at stake when he ran back to tap out his crucial message. In the worst catastrophe in Canadian history, one man sacrificed his life to save 700 others.

This is rightly recognized as one of the top Heritage Minutes aired on Canadian television in the 1990s, happily preserved for posterity on YouTube.

The Halifax Explosion dominated one of the chapters of my Honours English essay, through Hugh MacLennan's novel Barometer Rising. I had argued that this disaster was used by MacLennan to draw a thick line between the traditional past of Nova Scotia and the modern world that its people had to join.

It is not enough, as Murray drunkenly suggests, to “[m]ake everyone live in the country [so] there won’t be any more of these goddam wars” (137). Nova Scotians must shed their parochialisms and enthusiastically embrace the wider world, just as they did before the explosion as foreign crews and ships arrived incessantly in Halifax harbour. Like Big Alec MacKenzie, Nova Scotians must “bridge the gap out of the pioneering era and save [their] children from becoming anachronisms” (208) at the relatively cost of being lost to their native regions. They must, like Penelope Wain and Neil Macrae, become people “who could seem at home almost anywhere” (208) even while preserving what remnants of Nova Scotian identity they could.

Before the Halifax Explosion was a symbol, it was a catastrophe. Thousands of people had been killed and thousands more maimed in the devastation of the chief metropolis of the Maritimes by one of the largest explosions to occur before the nuclear era. The tragedy is that this is an event that was highly contingent: If only the Mont Blanc had been better piloted, had received greater care from the authorities of Halifax harbour, this never would have happened. What if? I can't help but imagine this possibility, this imagined glimpse of a world spared, could have been as much a torment as a relief.