A Wimpy City Council Enables Irresponsible Boaters
I
live in one of the most desirable places in one of the most livable places in
the world, as world polsters insist. In fact, my city is often cited as the
most livable of all cities. I suspect
that’s an exaggeration, gross even.
Perhaps it’s most desirable for the rich cats, like corporate CEO’s who
are parachuted into the city along with their absurd salaries and perks. It hardly can be the most desirable for the
residents of Canada’s poorest postal code, the East Side of the city, popularly
referred to as DTES or Down Town East Side. Neither can it be the most
desirable for the mostly young people who cannot afford to get into the housing
market because it has spiraled out of control and is way beyond them. But for me and Fran, my wife, it is definitely
the best of all cities in the world for a whole bunch of reasons I will not
bore you with.
The
city? If you’ve been reading my blogs,
you will know it is none other than Vancouver, British Columbia, on Canada’s
Pacific West Coast. We’ve lived on three continents and four countries; we’ve
traveled to over 40 countries, but we for ourselves prefer Vancouver as a place
to live above every other place, even those we have not visited.
Our
city location? The West End (WE). Where within WE? Davie Village, the very centre of the street
at Davie and Bute. The new plaza recently built amounts to our front yard and
that has made it twice as pleasant as it already was, what with all the places
we need to go within a few minutes walking—groceries, restaurants, dollar
store, doctor, dentist, sea wall, Stanley and other nearby parks and swimming
place, both in and outdoor--you name it and it’s there all within a few
minutes. Don’t even need a car to get
around. Legs and transit are all you
need, thank you. If you have legs stronger than our senior ones, bikes are
helpful as well.
But
the place is not a paradise; it has its very serious problems and
inconveniences—and some yucky places that just plain make you mad. Just four
blocks down the steep hill from our rental unit there’s the Sea Wall alongside
False Creek, a beautiful place to walk, saunter, sit, relax and enjoy. If you
need proof of that, come and check out the crowds making use of the place on
any sunny and even not-so-sunny days.
So
what’s the problem? Crap, that’s what it
is. Sorry for the coarse word, but what it describes cannot be put in polite
Christian language. You need a more
acceptable word? Well, the article from I am drawing uses the term “waste.” For me, that doesn’t do it; it’s much worse.
It’s the crap that boaters dump into the waters of False Creek and has so
contaminated the place that its level of E.coli is too high for safe
swimming. Fran and I cannot swim in that
most beautiful and natural swimming place just down the street from us.
And
that only because of egoistic and irresponsible boaters who can’t be bothered
using the facilities that are in place to dump their crap. The city has been offering two free sewage
pump-out stations for people to use, but you think they care enough to take the
trouble? No, too much trouble. Jonathan Paetkau, a company that is now
providing the new additional free
pump-out service, suggests that “one of the main reasons people are not using
the city pump-outs is it takes a lot of time to move your boat off the dock,
take it to a pump-out , pump it out and take it back to the dock.” However, “if there’s a way they can pump out
their boats without that stress, they are happy about that.” Another boater said, “The whole pump-out
situation was too messy, too stinky and really haphazard.” So, just dump it
into these pristine waters in the middle of a great city and let the community
suffer from it. Who cares?
The
new facility referred to consists of two pump-out boats that visit the boats
and relieve them—again free of charge, at least, to them, but I pay for it via
taxes. So, here we have another case so
typical of this city. Instead of forcing responsibility on people, they find a
tax-supported way of evading responsibility for eliminating the problem without
forcing a change in behaviour. Not even
when His Handsomeness, the Mayor, admits publicly that these boaters “have no
business pumping any of their sewage into False Creek.” Indeed, but does the Mayor have any business
charging me for the privilege of boat life that these people apparently love? I think not.
I
believe I have a better suggestion. At
the beginning of the city’s tax year, charge an annual fee to each boater,
enough to cover the average annual cost of dumping and some extra to pay for
this programme. When at the end of the year a boater can show receipts for
having been a responsible dumper, he gets a rebate or it gets applied to the
next year. No receipts, no rebate, and that annual fee will apply each time. If
the fee is not paid in time, the boat gets hauled away at owner’s expense.
There
may be some problems with this approach, especially legal, lawyers will see to
that, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. And that’s the problem with the
fathers of this most beautiful or livable of most cities: they have no will.
They prefer to crawl around a problem to facing it head-on. A city run by lack of
resolve. It’s costing me and in the meantime, I have to go elsewhere to swim.
The
main source for this post is Wanyee Li, “Mobile pump-out service launches in
False Creek.” MetroNews, August 16, 2017, p. 4. http://www.metronews.ca/news/vancouver/2017/08/15/vancouver-launches-free-mobile-pump-out-services-for-false-creek-boaters.html. Thank you, Li.