I write in reaction to the Oct. 8 letter, “A love letter to Newfoundland.”
Here’s another love letter to Newfoundland: I might never come back.
Right now, I’m not even allowed to visit! I watch my 87-year-old mother struggle to heat her house in St. John’s during the winter. I’m ashamed to divulge how much I don’t pay in hydro. And I heat all of my house, not just the kitchen and bedroom like my 87-year-old mother does.
I don’t understand how Muskrat Falls has gotten so screwed up. It still seems very realistic in my mind that Muskrat should be making pockets full of money for the province. Newfoundland has found a way to get the hydro lines across the Straits and across to Nova Scotia, too. It’s everything Brian Peckford said it would be. “Some day the sun will shine and have-not will be no more.”
Newfoundlanders should not be paying for Muskrat Falls. Certainly not my 87-year-old mother. I’m an economic refugee from the moratorium. I’m a refugee in Québec. I’m a refugee in my own country! There was no future for me in Newfoundland in 1992.
But my time has passed. If someone doesn’t do something about the newly minted oil economy, Newfoundland will sink even deeper into a very cold north Atlantic Ocean. And yet the island’s reserves out-flood the Arabian oil reserves. God help us all.