Echoing throughout the remnant stained glass of the former Sandy Hill All Saints Anglican Church on Sept. 17 was an emotional celebration of the first-ever diploma graduating class of the Inuit Community Support Worker and Management Trainee Program.
In the bygone age of 2012, a throat-singing ensemble of ex-punks chanting about clubbing seals and food security in Iqaluit was too out-there to be picked up by all but the most indie of labels.
Despite tuberculosis (TB) rates being 50 times higher than the rest of Canada, patients in Nunavut wait anywhere from a week to a month to receive their TB diagnostic test results.
I fear that somewhere within these outreach endeavours is an attempt to make other cultures similar to our own—that maybe we mask our neo-colonial endeavors by calling them community engagement or outreach programs to suggest they are selfless acts.
William Morrison, a first-year criminology student, learned first-hand about the discrepancy between northern and southern Canadian culture on his trade mission trip to Nunavut from Oct. 30 to Nov. 3.
