Your view on the news

Many of you react to the texts that we publish. Here is a range of comments that you have sent us in recent days.

The Forgotten Walkers

Here, in La Prairie, it is easy to see in winter how little consideration is given to walkers: one sidewalk in two is cleared of snow and ice, and often the result is questionable. At intersections with traffic lights, most of the time you have to step over a bumpy pile of snow to press the pedestrian light button. At these same intersections, you have to wait an unreasonable amount of time compared to that given to cars. And all year round, there is this Saint-Jean road of provincial responsibility which, for some obscure reason, does not offer a sidewalk along one of the busiest Gardeners’ Market from spring until late. ‘autumn. I am a daily walker and I do not let myself be discouraged by these local negligences. But how many older and even younger people allow themselves to be discouraged or unconsciously interpret these facts as a demonstration that it is not socially important to walk?

Lorraine Gauthier, La Prairie

Read “For a revolution through walking”

Time to learn

I too am a baby boomer who, living in the “big city”, often regrets having difficulty being served in French. But I liked that you made me think about the context of these immigrant employees who do not master our language. I would like to add that I wonder a lot about the requirement of our law which would force new immigrants to learn French in six months. This is completely unrealistic! Especially when we know that most of them will have to work several jobs to survive. Where is the time to do this learning? I believe that the government should take into consideration the fact that while parents work, their children will learn French. They will be French-speaking and will either interpret for their parents or their teachers. So, let’s keep hope! And I promise you that I will also be more understanding when faced with a situation similar to the one you experienced.

Geneviève M. Filion, Montreal

Read “History of kibble”

Vietnamese French

I was educated in the best French high school in Vietnam where learning French was very rigorous and long. When I arrived in Montreal in 1966, I spoke and wrote French without problem. The first Quebecer I spoke to asked me why I spoke his mother tongue like “a damn Frenchman”? For most immigrants, French is a difficult language to master. It takes time. We must give them this time and the means and opportunities to adapt. And it will especially be their children who will speak French like the so-called native Quebecers, in other words a language which is not “international” French.

Tuan Nguyen dang, Montreal

Read “The Francophile Bangladeshi”


A deer from Michel-Chartrand Park, in Longueuil

It can be simple

I can’t believe what I’m reading. I live in Pointe-aux-Trembles next to the Pointe-aux-Prairies nature park, and the deer herd is so high that several sections of the park are fenced off for forest regeneration. From year to year, the herd increases. However, the calculation is simple: the size of the territory versus the number of deer; the more deer there are, the less food there is. It has been proven that we cannot move these animals without causing other problems. I am for bowhunting and giving meat back to organizations. Why make it complicated when it can be simple?

Daniel Proulx, Montreal

Read “The deer of Longueuil are entitled to our compassion”

The desire to become a psychologist

The requirement to complete doctoral level studies to obtain the right to practice is, according to several experts, unjustified and largely explains the abandonment of studies after the baccalaureate and consequently the lack of resources in the services. Clinical psychology is an intervention practice and not a field of research. A master’s level diploma, as was the case before and still today for other relation/intervention professions, also makes it possible to ensure quality clinical services. There are some people around me who are very gifted in helping relationships and who abandoned their desire to become a psychologist after their baccalaureate, discouraged by the length of the course and the requirements to access it.

Denise Lafond, Morin-Heights

Read “In Memory of Marc”

Evolve through differences

Excellent perspective. I believe that one of the reasons why we react negatively to Generation Z is the simple fact that humans tend to reject what is not comfortable or predictable. People often have difficulty with differences. Which is a shame since it is in these differences, in their understanding and in the integration of contrasts that we manage to do better, to evolve together.

Philippe Glaude, Louiseville

Read “Through What I Hear About the Z”


Louise Cousineau in 1969

Endearing Louise Cousineau

I am late and I apologize, however I would like to salute the memory of the formidable and surprisingly endearing Louise Cousineau. She made the columns of the television temple tremble when I brought myself into the picture in 1985 with my column from Le Petit Écran on Montreal Journal. I was able to measure his formidable influence by the ardor that people in the profession put into courting me, not to say manipulating me, but the professional challenge that Cousineau emerged as much more interesting and relevant. I would go so far as to say that beyond our different outlooks, we have become competitive accomplices. I remember, with a smile on my face, how she helped me without hesitation to deal with the figures during my baptism of BBM surveys, her humor during the joyful evenings before and during the Bye live, the fierce duel she led against Claude Gingras during the Pivot dictation for which she invited us to her house on rue Hutchison, the spontaneous generosity with which she offered me her chalet for the holidays with the children . Today’s professional codes are necessarily different from the times when we were operating under pressure, but the incisive pens practiced without concession or ambiguity in the Cousineau manner are more necessary than ever. Rest in peace, Louise the terror who had so much heart.

Daniel Rioux


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