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The Lone Ranger and the Riders of Justice…Chapters 4 and 5

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Chapter 4

 

A Meeting of Minds

Later that evening in Barcroft Saloon, four desperate men sat at a corner table.  Snake Larson, the leader, clenched his fists in rage.  Trig Smith, beside Snake Larson, held a bottle of whiskey.   Scars from a hard life marked his unshaven face,  and his clothes bore  evidence of hard work.   Ace Parker,  and Jock Jenkins, both trail worn and tired  waited for Snake to speak.  Trail dust lay heavy on their clothes from the previous nights activity, and clearly much was on their minds.  Trig Smith poured each man a drink, then placed the bottle down near the deck of cards in the middle of the table.

Ace began to speak.

“When are we going to get paid.?   A lot of the boys are getting anxious” he growled.  “One.”

Trig looked around.

“Not so loud Ace-people might get suspicious.  Two cards” he said as he threw two cards down on the table and accepted the new ones.

“Yeah, you’re right Trig-the big payoff comes when the boss finally says so.  I am getting tired of waiting though, a raid here and there ain’t what I expected from such a big talking operation.  I’ll raise 20.”

Snake visually reprimanded Ace.

“I know, wait. “

Silence met Aces angry words.

“When’s the next attack Snake?” Ace asked.

“When the boss sends word, that’s when.  No sooner, no later.”  Snake replied, draining his whiskey in one well practiced motion.  “I’ll take two.”

Snake Larson took the cards.

“I’ll call.”

Trig looked at his cards, then threw his down.  Ace Parker pulled one, and Jock the same.

Snake laid his cards out.  Full house, Aces and eights.

The three men laughed.

Snake Larson smiled.

“I know, it’ll wait until payday.”

Meanwhile, at Rex Allen’s sprawling hacienda Jim and Margaret rested comfortably.  Rex had called an emergency meeting of the Cattleman’s Association to discuss the days events.  One by one, Rex had called on each of the members at home and told them about the evenings meeting.  And one by one, they agreed to come-something in Rex’s voice told them that salvation from the mysterious raids was near.  It was a hard day of riding, but the hope that Rex carried in his breast pushed him on.

Evening fell on the Flying A Ranch, Rex, Jim , Margaret, the Ranger, and Tonto had eaten a hearty meal of  mashed potatoes, fresh chicken, and oven hot buns.  The meal passed quickly as the Ranger began to speak.

“Tonto, what did you find out when you went with Sheriff Stockton’s posse today?”

Tonto wiped his face with the generous napkin, then put it down.

“Me join posse.  Watch men sheriff pick, them seem rough.  We follow trail away from wagon wreck.  Find nothing.  We not look long, Sheriff seem distant.  Then we go home.”

Rex looked over at Tonto.

“The men who volunteer for the possess are the same everytime. I’m surprised Bill let Tonto join them.  Tonto, did the men seem to want to find a trail?”

Tonto thought for a moment.

“Me no think so.  I see couple of trails, but Sheriff Stockton ride right by.  Mebbe him see too many dead ends to care “  Tonto said.

The Ranger responded.

“If he’s had 11 posses find nothing, he may have ignored the trail.  I guess you and I will follow those trails tomorrow Tonto. “

The three men sipped their coffee in silence.

“Are you sure Rex that we can trust all of these men?”

Rex looked up from his plate.

“I can personally vouch for all but Bud, he’s the newest member, still kind of wet under the ears, but we’re turning him into a first class cattleman.  Us and his foreman Frank .” Rex replied.

“How many men are coming tonight?” the Lone Ranger asked.

“Near as I can tell, ten or twelve.  The sheriff may come as well.  I ran across him over at Nolan’s” Rex answered.

As the others finished eating, Rex’s cook, Gail, cleared the table and quickly washed the dishes.  Before long,  the cattleman started filtering in.

In turn, Rex introduced the men to ‘Clayton Moore’, the Lone Ranger in disguise.  Sizing each man up as he met them, he formed an impression of each that would astound even the men he met!   Soon, the room was bustling, and the Ranger’s mind was working feverishly beneath his handsome exterior.

Rex looked around the room.  Sheriff Bill Stockton, Don Berry, Monte Hale, Harry Carey, Tom Tyler, Lyle Talbott, Ed Smith, Alex Raymall, Lash Larue, Bill Boyd, Allan Lane, and Bob Nolan sat waiting for the meeting to begin.  The Lone Ranger, in disguise as a ranch hand, sat at the back.  A few were chattering amongst themselves, comparing herds, horses, and hats.  The sheriff was chuckling to himself, as Bob Nolan strummed an old guitar that hung on the wall

“Hey Bob, when are you going to learn to sing?”  Monte yelled over the noise.

Bob Nolan looked over his shoulder and laughed.

“Just about the time you learn how to Monte!”  he replied. “Hey, I’ve got a new tune.  Let me hum a few bars.”

“Well it’s round up time and the weathers fine and the calves have all been branded.”

Rex stood up and waved his arms in the air.  The ranchers quieted down.

“Well gentleman, time to bring this here meeting to order,” Rex said.  “To make it simple, my nephew and niece, Jim and Margaret, were ambushed by the same bunch that’s been raising trouble around here these last few months.  They were helped to town and here they are.  I’ll let them tell what happened.  Maybe we can come up with a plan to help Sheriff Stockton here find these owlhoots. “  Rex said.

Jim stood up and cleared his throat.  His arm still hurt from the beating it took earlier yesterday, but the pain drove him to speak.

“Hello all, my name is Jim Allen, and this here,” he said pointing to Margaret “ is Margaret.  We were ambushed yesterday by a bunch of men …”

And he told the story again, in full detail leaving out the Lone Ranger and Tonto.  Wincing in pain when he got to the wagon crashing, the men listened to every word.  The  Ranger surveyed the men’s faces in the room, searching for any clue that might be revealed unwittingly.

“So, that’s what happened to Margaret and I.  We were lucky to have survived.” Jim concluded.

Rex looked around the room at the men he called friends.

“So now how can we help you Bill?” he asked the Sheriff.

“I told you gentleman that I’m looking into the raids and attacks.  Haven’t found anything of value yet.  Even with a couple of  trackers, nothing showed up, nothing at all.  The attackers must know this territory better than I do.” he said shaking his head.

“What did you find today when you searched the area around Jim’s wreck?” asked Bob.

The Sheriff answered.

“Just the usual, lots of wreckage, mixed up footprints, and no real clues.  The wreckage was cleaned up real good.  Funny though, the horses were buried already.  Other than that, just as good if we hadn’t looked around.”

“Sheriff-maybe you should get some help with this case.  Hire a good tracker, another deputy to work just on this one,”  added  Harry.

“Another deputy to sit around, drink coffee, and get my desk dirty with trail dust-it’ll do no good, no how.   There have been no clues.  I am frustrated as you are men, we have to wait for a break, at least one substantial clue that’ll help us find one of them.”  the sheriff rambled.

“What about the Adams’ ranch-Mrs. Adams couldn’t keep up her  payments and she lost the ranch after the raid that killed old Sam!” commented Monte.

“What about the Dodds?”

“What about the Iversons?” echoed Bill Boyd.

“Don’t we owe them something?  They were our friends and neighbours.  Would they accept ‘no clues’?”  Harry added.

“Okay men, okay.  I’ll hire a deputy just for this case, when it’s solved,  he’s gone.  Maybe a man devoted to solving this crime wave will help.  I’ll put a poster up tomorrow, will that satisfy you gentlemen?” the sheriff relented.

Rex answered.

“Yes Sheriff, that will, and we will do all that we can to co-operate with you on this.  Right men?”  Rex said as he looked around the room.  Frustration and loss etched on the ranchers weather hardened faces eased at Sheriff Stockton’s effort.

“Yes Bill, we’ll help.  Just let us know what we can do.”  Bill said.

The other ranchers  murmured agreement.

Sheriff Stockton nodded, and smiled.

“Thanks for your co-operation men.  I appreciate that.  I guess I’ll leave now, by the time I get home…”

“Bob may finally get that tune right he’s been working on”  Rex interjected.

The men laughed.

“Say, I’d like to hear you do any better!”  Bob said in mock defiance.

Sheriff Stockton took his coat from Gail, stood up and left.

“Goodnight men.”

The remainder of the evening was spent tying up loose ends.  Neighbours, so abruptly brought from their homesteads, passed the evening in conversation.

Sitting in the back of the room as the meeting went on, the Lone Ranger  looked at each of the men in turn again.  Evaluating their character was his prime concern, and this time gave him much opportunity for analysis.

Tonto waited outside for the Ranger’s signal.  The Masked Man realised that if anyone was involved in this villainy they’d be the first to leave.  And if they felt comfortable enough around these men, they would evidence their true intentions.  If one of the cattlemen left, and the Ranger felt uncertain about them, Tonto would be on the trail.

Inside the Ranger mingled with the ranchers, introduced as Rex Allen’s new ranch hand he easily fit in and was immediately accepted.

“Harry,” Rex said.

“How many cattle do you figure the Dodds lost?  You were there first I recall”

Harry Carey rubbed his clean shaven chin and mentally revisited the site of so much destruction.  His minds eye reviewed each corpse, each victim and he reeled once more at the mental stench invoked.  Feeling once again the horror of finding Frank Dodds body beneath a stampeding steer, feeling the ugly loss of life and livestock, his face betrayed his inner emotions.

“Rex, that was an ugly scene.  Real ugly, there was probably one hundred and sixty head of prime stock, as well as a couple of barns and of course Frank, God rest his soul,”  Harry replied.  “Elizabeth, left soon after for the east after she sold the land.”

Bill Boyd spoke up.

“I reckon Rex,  that the Iversons lost about two hundred and eighty head in their trouble, quite a few also got rustled before that.  They were lucky though, we were all able to stave off the fires.”

The group of men nodded in agreement.  They remembered the  many man hours that were lost fighting fires and searching for the lost cattle.

Monte Hale chimed in-

“The couple that came west, the Robinsons, lost all that they had the first week, about thirty head.  Then they went back east I heard.”

The other ranchers responded with a wealth of information, from numbers of cattle lost to how a dream of new life was shattered by ruthless villainy!

Lyle Talbot stood up.

“You know gentlemen, we’ve heard lots of stories tonight, and relived many tragedies.  But most importantly, by even having this meeting and the sheriff here means that somethings going to happen.  Rex, ” he said pointing “you’ve been a good leader, but we should let the sheriff and his new deputy, whomever he may be, do the job they’re supposed to do” he said turning to leave.

The men in the room nodded and murmured in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right Lyle.  Let’s give the sheriff another chance.”

Lyle smiled and headed for the front door.  Gail handed  Lyle his coat.

“Goodnight all” he said as he left and started for home.

As Lyle mounted his horse, his face underwent a transformation; his smile now replaced by a determined tight lipped grimace, and his eyes, once friendly and open, now emanated treachery, their dark shades of blue deepened by the villainy in his heart.

“Yeahhh!” he said as he urged his horse towards Blindmans Plateau.  His horse responded with a rein to the left and then, the pair left Rex Allen’s ranch at a gallop.

Miles away, the Masked leader and Snake Larson waited atop the heavily treed Blindmans Plateau.  Named after the Hillside Massacre of 1858, it still evoked a sense of mystery and despair, some said the ghosts of the slaughtered victims still writhed in agony whenever the full moon rose.  From east, west and south the flat was heavily treed, it made the perfect meeting place.

Snake Larson, resting on a large boulder, looked around comfortably.

“I like this place boss” he commented.  “Yeah, a perfect spot for a house , right over there, just on the edge of the flat.  You could see for miles, and the sunrises and sunsets would take your breath away.  If I was the settling down kind, it’d be perfect” he said pointing to the plateau’s edge.

The leader  looked at Snake Larson through eye slits,  then shifted his weight from left to right foot.  Rubbing his arms to restore circulation, he stamped again and pulled his jacket tighter around him. His breath formed cloudy white puffs as he waited for Lyle Talbot to arrive.

“Blast it man-how can you be so warm out here!” he spat out at Snake.

Snake looked at the leader, then stood up.

“Easy, I’m used to this.  Lived most of my life outside, but soon though, it’ll all be over, when the railroad comes through.  Say, the boys’n me are getting tired of waiting for the pay off, how soon until the land buyers come through?” Snake asked.

“Should be by the end of the month or so-two  weeks at the most”  he said .  “Should have time for a couple more jobs, although we’ve done pretty well so far, these last jobs will be the icing on the cake.”

Snake reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, twisted the lid off and offered the vial of liquor to the leader.

“Care for some?” he asked.

The leader rolled back the mask bottom,  lifted the flask to his lips and took a deep draw of warmth.  Taking a second sip, then tightening the lid back on, he lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up into the night sky.  He handed the flask back to Snake Larson.

“Thanks” he replied “Getting blamed cold though.  You did tell Lyle around midnight, didn’t you?” he asked.

Snake Larson glared at the leader.

“Of course, he should be here right soon I reckon.  What went on at the meeting tonight anyway?” Snake growled at the man of mystery.

A sound of hoofbeats thudded across the moonlit prairie as Lyle neared the top of Blindmans Plateau.

“Hoofbeats, let’s spread out and see who it is” the masked leader ordered.

Snake Larson and the masked leader crouched down and searched the open prairie for any signs of a rider.  Snake’s eyes found the racing form first, he strained to pick out who it could be.

“It looks like Lyle from here boss” Snake observed.

“I think so too, but let’s be sure” he said cautiously.

“I agree.  Better safe than in prison!”  Snake added.

Time passed as the crouching pair stay hidden.  Flexing tenses muscles helped the Masked leader warm up.  Standing up and moving towards the edge of the trees, the pair waited for the elusive rider to reach them.

Passing through the trees, Lyle emerged at the cut line  beside the mysterious figure and Snake Larson.  The waiting pair had their firearms raised and ready for action.

“Hold on boys, its me, Lyle.” he said as the moonlight glinted off their well oiled gunbarrels.

The leader and Snake holstered their weapons.  Riding to the rock where Snake had reclined, Lyle dismounted and shook the trail dust off.  Looking at the man with the face mask,  he began to speak.

“You know Mask, it’s a good thing the end is almost near.  The sheriff could’ve been lynched in there.  Men were spitting nails, and if I didn’t know what was coming, I’d be lynch happy too.”  Lyle responded.  “Got a shot of whiskey Snake?”

Snake Larson handed the vial over to Lyle.

Lyle took a deep sip, replaced the lid, and handed it back.  He wiped his face with the back of his hand.

“If it weren’t for the sheriff promising a special deputy to look into this a little closer, he’d be a dead man!”  Lyle added.

“Well-Did the the promise of getting a deputy calm them down?”

Lyle answered.

“Yeah, it did.  They started talking about their friends after that.  They seem to be behind the sheriff, at least for now.”

“Do you know anyone Bill could hire?  Somebody accident prone, if you know what I mean.” the leader asked.

Snake Larson rubbed his chin.

“Well Snake, Gene and the boys got real hot under the collar so Bill had to defend himself.  Somehow, someone suggested the he couldn’t do this job, so Bill  said he’d hire a special deputy just to work on this case.” Lyle answered.

Snake looked at the masked leader, then rubbed his chin.

“Say, one of my boys could apply for the job, and we can do what we want, when we want.” he said deviously.

The  Masked leader nodded in agreement.

“That’s what I was thinking Snake.  Send one of the boys around noon.  The job’ll be his guaranteed.  After a week or so of no more clues, no more deputy, and we can get down to business again..”

Now re-enthused, the group planned the coming week.  What had once seemed  insurmountable, now was near its dire conclusion.  Snake Larson began to  laugh a laugh of victory.  Months of planning was nearing fruition, and traps set in secrecy would now be sprung in the light of day. Fully confident in their villainy, the three men began savouring their bloody profits. Nothing could stand in their way now-nothing except the justice of the Lone Ranger and Tonto!

 

CHAPTER FIVE:

 

HIDDEN EARS       

As the meeting progressed inside Rex Allen’s hacienda, Tonto lay in wait behind a bush outside the front door.  Much time and conversation passed as Tonto waited for a sign from the  disguised Lone Ranger.  The troubled conversation drifted out to Tonto’s keen ears through a partially open window.  He heard the frustration in the raised voices of the cattlemen as they voiced their concerns to the stony  faced Sheriff.  He raised his head and peeked into the crowded room, and saw the ranchers faces full of desperation, and then hope as the Sheriff finally gave in and promised a Deputy to help with the raids.  The Ranger, seeing Tonto out of the corner of his eye, signaled Tonto down.

“Well gentlemen, thank you for inviting me to this meeting.  I hope the new deputy we hire can find what my best efforts couldn’t.  Good evening gents.  Rex, thanks for the coffee” he said as he left the hacienda.

Mounting his horse, Bill galloped off into the darkness.

Tonto, looked inside towards the Lone Ranger.  He gave no signal to the faithful watcher.

A few minutes later, Lyle Stockton got his hat from Gail.  He hesitated slightly in the doorway, then turned around and walked towards his horse.

Tonto watched the  rancher leave Rex’s hacienda, and head towards his horse.  The Ranger signaled Tonto.  The moonlight showed the grim smile now there, and solidified the Rangers suspicions in Tonto’s mind.  Waiting for Lyle to ride ahead, Tonto stayed in the bush besides the house.  Quickly, Lyle lept atop his mount, and reined out towards the prairie.  Tonto, seeing Lyle pass through Rex’s Flying A gate, called for Scout and  quietly mounted him.  Patting Scout gently, he urged him on to follow Lyle.  Passing through the gates, Tonto looked back at the house, turned around and searched for Lyle on the flatland ahead.

He rode on in silence as Lyle determinedly galloped on, suspecting nothing.  Tonto looked on beyond Lyle and saw the flat landscape.  Only one landmark stood out, Blindmans Plateau. Inwardly Tonto wondered if that could be his destination.

Tonto saw Lyle head South toward the plateau and climb the hill with vigour, following from a safe distance he waited until he was sure of Lyle’s destination to push Scout.  A burst of speed came from his endless reservoir and soon Tonto was only a couple of hundred yards from Lyle.  He saw Lyle push into the trees and followed as closely as he dared.

Lyle, not suspecting anything, made volumes of noise as Tonto and Scout’s sound was easily muffled.

Looking ahead Tonto saw the edge of the trees opening into the plateau.  Taking a veer right he plunged into the trees, stopping near the edge.  Climbing off Scout, he crawled towards the break’s lip and peeked out just enough to see Lyle in conversation with two men.

They lowered their guns and walked toward a flat boulder.  Recognizing Lyle, Tonto strained his keen hearing to the limit.  Recognizing the word “job” and “railroad”, his desire for information drew him closer to the three men.  Hugging the edge of the trees he crept stealthily to overhear the conversation more clearly.

“Hmm-Kemo Sabe plenty right” he said to himself.

Listening intently to the three men, he heard more snippets of phrases.

“Two more.”

“Pay day.”

“One of the boys.”

“Snake Larson.”

A look of fear crossed Tonto’s eyes, how many people had died already, and how many more until the web of tyranny was ended?

Thoughts crossed his mind as the three men spoke .  Waiting patiently for them to leave he listened, and learned.  Any information gathered now would save many lives later!

Minutes later, Snake, the Masked Leader, and Lyle Stockton left, each going a different direction.  One by one, they gathered their horses, and headed off .

Standing up now, Tonto listened carefully for the sound of hoofbeats to fade away.  His keen hearing  differentiating between the 3 sets of rhythmic beats,  he watched and listened Lyle Stockton go south, Snake Larson go east, and the masked leader, north.  Satisfying himself that they were sufficiently far away, he too mounted Scout, and  traversed the rocky slope fronting Blindmans Plateau.  Reaching the level prairie, he  turned Scout towards the duos hidden campsite and galloped hard.

The Lone Ranger had much to learn!

Tim Lasiuta is a Red Deer writer, entrepreneur and communicator. He has interests in history and the future for our country.

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Ontario librarian fired for objecting to ‘hidden’ censorship of conservative books

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By Clare Marie Merkowsky

Before being fired, Niagara-on-the-Lake’s chief librarian Cathy Simpson wrote, ‘Viewpoints that don’t conform to progressive agendas are rarely represented in library collections and anyone who challenges this is labelled a bigot.’

An Ontario librarian has been fired from her position after she challenged the clandestine censorship of conservative books in an op-ed in a local newspaper. 

On March 19, the Niagara-on-the-Lake Public Library dismissed their CEO Cathy Simpson after suspending her over an opinion piece which she wrote in The Lake Report arguing against what is effectively censorship in libraries.   

“Viewpoints that don’t conform to progressive agendas are rarely represented in library collections and anyone who challenges this is labelled a bigot,” she wrote in the February 22 article.  

In her article, which she was invited to write by the local paper, Simpson revealed that while it may not be readily noticed, libraries are increasingly impacted by censorship, mainly by the exclusion of books which offer viewpoints contrary to left-wing political thought.  

“This hidden library censorship takes two forms: the vigorous defence of books promoting diversity of identity, but little to no defense of books promoting diversity of viewpoint, and the purchase of books promoting ‘progressive’ ideas over ‘traditional’ ideas,” she explained.  

She added that more conservative viewpoints are often supressed in libraries through the claim that opposing ideas are “harmful.” 

Simpson referenced an instance in 2019 when LGBT activists attempted to prevent writer and feminist Megan Murphy from speaking on the impact of transgenders “rights” on women and children at the Toronto Public Library.   

However, LGBT activists took offence with her article, especially because Simpson referenced the Foundation Against Intolerance and Racism (FAIR), an American civil rights organization. 

Shortly after the article was published, local resident Matt French wrote to local news website NiagaraNow arguing that Simpson was supporting FAIR’s “right-wing dog whistles” and promoting “right-wing propaganda.”  

“While it is true that FAIR has challenged diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) programs at public institutions, it is important to understand the context and basis for these challenges,” she explained.   

“FAIR’s mission and founding principle are embodied in the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr., the man proudly quoted on the homepage of its website: ‘We should all be judged by the content of our character, not the color of our skin,’” Harris added.  

Nonetheless, the library board argued that Simpson’s article had caused library staff to lose confidence in her leadership. As a result, they fired their CEO who had worked with them for nearly a decade, just three years before she was eligible for her pension.  

The board’s decision seems to confirm what Simpson argued in her article, namely that a push for the inclusion of a wider range of political viewpoints on library shelves is met with censorship and personal attacks.

“We will only be truly free to read when authors are no longer afraid to write on any topic, publishers no longer prioritize an author’s identity over their work’s merit, teachers no longer present students with only one viewpoint on issues, and library workers ensure their collections are balanced to include a variety of perspectives on controversial topics,” Simpson had written.  

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Empty Shelves: The Noxious Politics Behind a Canadian School Board’s Massive Book Purge

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By Marjorie Gann

Libraries have served as storehouses of diverse knowledge since ancient times and over the centuries blossomed into bastions of intellectual freedom. So why did one of Canada’s largest school boards recently decide to remove most of the books from its own libraries? Children’s book author and retired schoolteacher Marjorie Gann examines the discreditable politics behind the Peel District School Board’s plan to send books written before 2008 to the landfill, and the literary carnage caused by this shocking decision. With Canada’s entire children’s book industry – publishers, librarians and writers’ groups – now apparently in the thrall of wokism, it has fallen to a small group of outraged parents and teachers to defend students’ freedom to read.

When I was 10 years old I discovered Louisa May Alcott’s 1868 novel Little Women. From the very first line – “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents” – I was hooked. I loved the world of the March sisters, their sisterly rivalries and affections and their earnest efforts at amateur dramatics, even though I had no idea what Pilgrim’s Progress was or what it meant to be in the Slough of Despond. I just thought it was enchanting how Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy sang and sewed together and then went off to the Hummels’ cottage to donate their Christmas breakfast to a poor, hungry family.

Alcott introduced me to a world that was totally alien to my own. As a Jewish family, we didn’t celebrate Christmas. There was no copy of Pilgrim’s Progress in my house. I also didn’t have ancestors who fought in the Civil War as the March girls’ father did; my grandparents arrived in America in 1906. The world of Little Women captivated me precisely because it was so different from my own. Little did I know the “harm” it was causing.

Beloved…but possibly harmful: Sisters Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy March have charmed readers since Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women was published in 1868. Recently, however, Ontario school board bureaucrats have claimed such classic works contain “explicit and implicit biases” and must be removed from school library shelves. At right, a scene from the 1994 movie adaptation starring Susan Sarandon and Winona Ryder.

According to diversity bureaucrats in charge of libraries at Ontario’s second-largest school board, I should never have been allowed anywhere near my favourite book, because it says nothing about my own “lived experiences.” According to the board’s internal training documents, classic novels such as my beloved Little Women are rife with “explicit and implicit biases” that make them “inherently racist, classist, heteronormative, and/or sexist.” Rather than bringing joy and an appreciation for the wider world around them, these books are actually “causing harm” to young, impressionable readers. And the only proper place for this sort of toxic literature is the garbage dump.

Subterfuge at the School Board

In April 2023 Tom Ellard, a parent in Mississauga, Ontario, was given a school training manual clandestinely photocopied by a teacher from the Peel District School Board (PDSB), which covers a sprawling suburban area west of Toronto. Ellard is well-known locally for his participation on school councils. But in this instance, it was his discretion that really mattered. Before accepting the document, Ellard had to promise not to reveal the teacher’s identity. Good to his word, today Ellard won’t even disclose the whistleblower’s gender.

Cloak and dagger: After promising never to reveal the name of his source, Mississauga parent Tom Ellard was quietly handed an internal training document describing a massive purge of library books at Ontario’s Peel District School Board (PDSB). (Source of photo: Nicole Brockbank/CBC)

Why such intrigue at a publicly funded school board? Because the document in question describes a plan for a veritable intellectual putsch at PDSB libraries. And in doing so, reveals the damage being done by “anti-racist” activists hiding within our public learning institutions.

The manual in question is entitled Weeding and Audit of Resources in the Library Learning Commons Collection. Weeding and auditing are generally uncontroversial aspects of a librarian’s job. All library shelves should be regularly reviewed to ensure their books are in serviceable shape and contain accurate information; any damaged or outdated items should be discarded or given to charities. But the PDSB’s weeding and audit plan was by no means regular maintenance. Rather, it contained detailed instructions for librarians at the board’s 259 schools on how to destroy the vast bulk of their book collections.

Rife with the jargon of critical race theory, the 54-page document explains that to “promote anti-racism, inclusivity, and critical consciousness” in the school library system, it is necessary to remove “any harmful, oppressive, or colonial content from our collections.” To this end, most books written prior to 2008 (or perhaps all; the document is unclear) are to be eliminated “in order to maintain the currency and relevance of the collection while ensuring that the resources…remain culturally responsive.”

This 15-year limit applies to a sweeping range of non-fiction books, including ancient history, folk and fairy tales, religion and philosophy. Purged books are to be destroyed in a “sustainable manner” by being sent to a landfill or shredded. They are not to be sent to developing countries or even given away to charitable organizations like Little Free Library, because that would merely spread the “harm.”

In addition to burying non-fiction books older than 15 years, the plan also calls for the removal of similarly-aged works of fiction: everything from classic novels to simple picture books for the youngest readers. No literary work, no matter how beloved, timeless or innocent, is to be protected. “All items should be deemed potential candidates for weeding,” the document reads. “The category of ‘Classics’ typically consists of Euro-centric texts that were penned long before students’ birth dates, and may not reflect the lived experiences of students.” Ideological content and age, rather than literary merit, are the determining factors.

Spare nothing: According to the PDSB document Weeding and Audit of Resources in the Library Learning Commons Collection (excerpted on right), “any harmful, oppressive, or colonial content” must be removed, including potentially all fiction and non-fiction written prior to 2008. Purged books are to be destroyed in a “sustainable manner” – that is, shredded or sent to a landfill. (Source of photo: The Custodian)

In an interview, Ellard says he was initially stunned by the plan’s scale and scope. “It was so at odds with the purpose of a library that I didn’t believe it at first,” he says. “I couldn’t believe PDBS was directing its staff to manage their libraries in this way.” It was true, however. The teacher who handed the document to him reported that other educators at the PDSB were equally “alarmed” by its implications, but feared reprisals – from reassignment to termination – if they spoke out against it. Hence the secrecy.

In a set of FAQs appended to the guidelines, the Weeding and Audit manual anticipates the inevitable reaction to a plan that contemplates the mass destruction of library books. There’s a jargon-filled, critical race theory-based answer to every objection – from why burial is required to what to say if anyone asks why the shelves are bare. “In Peel, we must acknowledge that society operates in white supremacist structures where socially constructed hierarchies…privilege some and marginalize others,” it suggests as a response to questions about empty shelves. “These resources are being weeded because they are causing harm … because they are not inclusive, culturally responsive, relevant or accurate (racism, stereotypes, microaggressions, lack of representation or erasure of communities, slurs, oppression etc.).” The document recommends that, to avoid any unpleasantness, all weeding should be done when the library is closed.

Saving books begins here: Concerned by the implications of the PDSB’s radical “Weeding & Audit” plan, Ellard and other parents have created the group Libraries Not Landfills to push back against the mass-destruction of books.

Ellard’s informant explained that some librarians were eagerly following the new rules – removing and sending the bulk of their collections to a landfill – while others were hesitant to take such drastic action. When Ellard showed the purloined document to his local school trustee, they said it was the first time they’d heard about the plan. To bring greater attention to the issue, the next month Ellard organized other concerned parents, grandparents and educators into a group they’ve called Libraries Not Landfills. Its motto: “No society that destroys books has ever ended up on the right side of history!” The pushback thus began in earnest.

Book Burying and its Fallout

The broader public learned of the situation at the PDSB early in the 2023/24 school year when Libraries Not Landfills convinced the CBC to report on Erindale Secondary School student Reina Takata’s complaints about her school’s library. At the end of the previous school year, Reina explained, the library at her school was well-stocked with many of her favourite books, including popular young adult series Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, plus the 1977 civil rights novel Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry. But when she returned in September, these books plus many others were gone. “There [were] rows and rows of empty shelves with absolutely no books,” Reina told the CBC. She figures half of her library’s books had disappeared over the summer.

“Rows and rows of empty shelves with absolutely no books”: Erindale Secondary School student Reina Takata (top right) explained to the media that when she returned to school after summer break, many of her favourite books were missing from library shelves, including the Harry Potter and Hunger Games series. At bottom, a photograph released by Libraries Not Landfills showing a container of purged books destined for the garbage dump. (Source of top right photo: Nicole Brockbank/CBC)

Beyond supplying the CBC with eyewitness accounts from Reina and other students and parents, Ellard’s group also provided the weeding document along with proof of its malign effect, including photos of empty shelves and copies of books rescued from containers destined for the dump. Among the books confirmed to have been discarded are pre-kindergarten mainstay The Very Hungry Caterpillar and Anne Frank’s iconic Diary of a Young Girl. Rescued books include the Curious George series and a host of other innocuous picture books. Even the reliably-left-leaning CBC had to admit the process made no sense, and gave the last word to Reina. “I feel that taking away books without anyone’s knowledge is considered censorship,” she said.

Irrefutable evidence that publicly-funded school libraries were deliberately destroying perfectly good books for nakedly political reasons led to a swift and heated public reaction elsewhere in the media. Ontario’s normally cautious Education Minister, Stephen Lecce, immediately ordered a stop to the practice. “It is offensive, illogical and counterintuitive to remove books from years past that educate students on Canada’s history, antisemitism or celebrated literary classics,” Lecce said via press release.

“Offensive, illogical and counterintuitive”: Once news broke, Ontario’s normally cautious Education Minister, Stephen Lecce, ordered an immediate stop to the PDSB’s weeding and audit program. (Source of photo: Taymaz Valley, licensed under CC BY 2.0)

Having been caught in the act, PDSB leadership reacted by pointing fingers elsewhere. Despite earlier efforts by Ellard’s group to raise the alarm with the board last spring, PDSB chair David Green told CBC’s Power & Politics that “during this period of time we were kept in the dark; we were not aware of what was taking place.” Green further ascribed the eagerness with which some school staffers had destroyed their own books to “a miscommunication.” Yet they were simply following the explicit instructions handed to them by board administrators.

In a response to questions from C2C Journal, Malon Edwards, the PDSB’s manager of communications, said via email that the board “has paused our disposal of books.” Regarding claims that beloved works such as Anne Frank’s Diary or the Harry Potter series had been purged, she said examples of those titles remain “in circulation” and that school librarians have been instructed “to keep books with any publishing date that are accurate, relevant to the student population, inclusive, not harmful, and support the current curriculum from the Ministry of Education.” Edwards did not provide information on how many or which books had already been consigned to the landfill. (Follow-up reporting by the CBC revealed that some librarians removed “more than half of their library’s books.”)

Edwards’ vague responses leave Ellard uneasy. Libraries Not Landfills has called on the PDSB to “make public the list of the materials already weeded” and to restore any purged books that have not yet been destroyed to library shelves. And despite all the media attention and ministerial instruction, Edwards’ claim that weeding has been “paused” suggests it could be restarted once the hubbub dies down. “As parents we lack transparency and accountability for the loss of the materials,” says Ellard. “And we have no clarity on who is responsible for the path forward.” As for repairing the damage already done, Ellard figures it could take between four and nine years and $16.2 million to repopulate the PDSB’s school libraries to their pre-purge levels.

Who Thinks Treating Books as Garbage is a Good Idea?

Ascribing the implementation of the PDSB’s plan to “a miscommunication” is obvious legerdemain. In fact, the story of how the book purge came to be provides clear evidence of the dangers posed by handing administrative control of public institutions to anti-racist activists operating under the guise of promoting diversity, inclusion and equity. Make no mistake, this is the same poisonous ideology that has infected universities across North America, imposing race-based hiring, marginalizing conservative-minded professors, cancelling invited speakers with contrary points of view and generally contributing to campuses devoid of intellectual freedom or merit.

The story of how a public school board declared picture books about curious monkeys and hungry caterpillars unfit for circulation took shape three years ago when the PDSB, Canada’s second-largest school board comprising the racially-diverse Toronto suburbs of Mississauga and Brampton, was riven by accusations of racism. A black parents’ group, Advocacy Peel, also known as Peel African Youth Advocacy, complained loudly that their children were underperforming at school due to board-wide systemic discrimination (while ignoring obvious socio-economic factors such as rates of single-parenthood and family income).

Wokist rage: the PDSB’s plan to purge its libraries of books based on “anti-racist” ideology began as a reaction to claims by activist group Advocacy Peel that the school board was discriminating against black students. Shown at right, Advocacy Peel members disrupt a PDSB meeting in May 2023. (Source of photo: Advocacy Peel/Facebook, retrieved from CBC)

Seeking to calm the waters, Lecce dutifully ordered an investigation. Based on recommendations of the Review of the Peel District School Board, in March 2020 the province provided the PDSB with 27 directives to correct the alleged problems. Most were focused on governance issues and hiring practices, but Directive #18 called for “a comprehensive diversity audit of schools – including naming, mascots, libraries and classrooms…to ensure that they are inclusive and culturally responsive.”

The province, perhaps naïvely, told the board to check its libraries; anti-racist zealots at the board took this as permission to impose their own political agenda on the entire library system. From the slender thread of Directive #18, it appears PDSB bureaucrats concocted the entire weeding plan. The document clandestinely handed to Ellard does not list an author other than “Library Support Services,” but Ellard’s group has also released an internal memo from Bernadette Smith, the PDSB’s Superintendent of Innovation and Research, promoting the weeding plan and reminding board employees to “follow the guidance from the training sessions” and to dispose of all culled library materials “in a sustainable manner.”

Burning books is bad for the environment, so bury them instead: An internal memo from Bernadette Smith, PDSB Superintendent of Innovation and Research (left), and released by Libraries Not Landfills, encourages school librarians to dispose of all purged books “in a sustainable manner.” (Sources: (photo) Nicole Brockbank/CBC; (screenshot) LinkedIn)

The eagerness with which the PDSB’s administrators embraced the idea of destroying books in the name of diversity appears consistent with the board’s growing reputation for intolerance in other areas. The National Post, for example, recently published a front-page investigation into rampant anti-Semitism at the PDSB following the October 7 Hamas attacks on Israel. As the Post reported after interviewing numerous teachers at the board, “Some principals are using social media tools like X and Facebook to broadcast hateful content toward Israel and Jews on feeds that are displayed in school foyers and over the internal public address system.” Several Jewish teachers told the Post that, given this atmosphere, they feared for their safety.

The Rot Spreads

Beyond publicly-funded education institutions such as universities and school boards, the rejection of pluralism and freedom of thought is apparently infecting other components of the literary world as well. For example, well-known Canadian children’s book publisher Tundra Book Group states on its website that it is “currently only accepting manuscript and art submissions by creators from underrepresented communities. If you identify as Black, Indigenous or as a person of color, [sic] LGBTSQI2S+, having a disability or have ever had refugee status, we want to hear from you!” Tundra’s commitment to diversity appears to exclude a vast array of established Canadian children’s authors and illustrators, as well as most of this country’s young readers.

Not just school boards are infected by the new racism: Children’s book publishers, including Tundra Book Group, have become obsessed with identity over literary merit.

Other major children’s publishers, including KidsCan and Second Story, have similar submission policies. And in 2021, Annick Press issued a call for applications for a mentorship program for writers “whose perspectives have historically been excluded from children’s publishing. This includes but is not limited to LGBTQ2SIA+ writers, Black writers, Indigenous writers, writers of color, [sic] writers living with disabilities, and anyone living at the intersections of these identities.”

Curiously, all these publishing houses remained silent throughout the PDSB scandal. But when news broke around the same time that the Waterloo Catholic District School Board in southwestern Ontario was screening books in a reading contest to limit access by young students to new books with explicit LGBTQ themes, Annick and two other children’s publishers released a joint statement declaring, “It is especially critical that all kids, including those who are 2SLGBTQIA+ and from other underrepresented communities, have access to stories that celebrate the rich and diverse experiences of the children we serve across the country.” It appears book publishers are more interested in selling new books with a particular ideological bent than they are in defending the foundational issue of the freedom to read any book.

A Delightful Diversity of Children’s Literature in Canada

The argument that publishers need to impose artificial discriminatory policies to diversify their lists, or that school library collections need to be culled to ensure young readers have a “rich and diverse” reading experience, is itself a falsehood. It is belied by the fact that Canada has for decades been well-supplied with a broad range of stories and perspectives aimed at children. There is no diversity problem in Canada’s school libraries or the publishing world in need of fixing.

Judith Saltman’s authoritative 1987 Modern Canadian Children’s Books charts the emergence of a distinctly Canadian children’s literature early in the 1970s, citing numerous examples of ethnic diversity in subject matter and authorship. Any well-stocked children’s library will have countless books illuminating the Canadian experience from multiple perspectives. Shizuye Takashima’s 1971 A Child in Prison Camp, for example, recalls the author’s experience in an internment camp during the Second World War.

Diversity aplenty: Canadian children’s literature has a long record of diverse authors and stories, including, from top, Betty Waterton’s Pettranella, Shelley Tanaka’s Michi’s New Year and Tololwa M. Mollel’s Governor-General’s Award-Winning The Orphan Boy.

Indigenous stories have also been a popular theme for young readers in this country for many decades. In 1977, Canadian children could read Peter Pitseolak’s Escape from Death, a story of two Inuit hunters on a fast-moving ice floe. As a teacher, I frequently used Tundra Books’ series of beautifully painted and retold legends by Mohawk artist C. J. Taylor (published between 1990 and 1994) in the classroom. Michael Kusugak’s wonderful Arctic stories, like 1988’s A Promise is a Promise, seamlessly merged legends of the past with life in the North today. Since his books were originally published by Annick, it’s puzzling that today the same publisher thinks Indigenous authors are historically “excluded.”

Concerning LGBTQ and disabled authors, Mom and Mum are Getting Married by Ken Setterington and Alice Priestly came out in 2004. And as far back as 1972, Jean Little drew on her own experience of near-blindness to write one of Canada’s most memorable children’s books about living with a disability, From Anna. None of these books was the result of political zealotry. They appeared organically from publishers and writers with stories to tell.

Further, books with white, heterosexual main characters can have something important to say to all readers. Janet Lunn’s The Root Cellar shifts back and forth in time between Ontario and the American South, bringing to life the trauma of the American Civil War. The Pit Pony by Joyce Barkhouse paints a vivid picture of the dangerous working conditions for turn-of-the-20th-century Cape Breton coal miners, including child labourers. And Scholastic’s Dear Canada series of fictionalized diaries presents a comprehensive view of Canadian history, from the filles du roi of mid-17th-century Quebec to the Great Depression. Allowing our youngest citizens to learn about our shared history is critical to developing a strong sense of Canadian identity in the next generation.

Historically “excluded”? Contrary to recent claims, Indigenous stories have occupied a special place for decades in Canadian school libraries.

As for older classics dismissed as racist, sexist and colonialist by the PDSB’s weeding document, such a sneering characterization ignores the transcendental nature of all great literature. My father was born in Latvia in 1903; his favourite boyhood book was Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, which he read repeatedly as he vicariously sailed on the Hispaniola with young Jim Hawkins and the pirates. The book is as Eurocentric as you can get, but it nonetheless captured my father’s imagination and in doing so introduced him to a lifelong love of reading – just as Little Women did for me.

As a former elementary school teacher, I share Ellard’s shocked reaction to any plan that seeks to destroy books on the basis of age or ideology. Doing so requires a profound ignorance of what teaching reading is about: informing the naturally curious child about animals, plants and planets; expanding vocabulary and developing sensitivity to the beauty of the English language; showing how different characters living in different times and places think and feel; and experiencing wonder as you hear toads talk, see brooms fly or look into magic mirrors. All are crucial aspects in the formation of young minds.

Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden is one of the most successful books I’ve ever taught in the classroom. This story of an encounter between Mary and Colin, two spoiled upper-class English children, and Yorkshire cottage boy Dickon touches all youngsters regardless of their “lived experience.” Admittedly, the book is marred by incidental racist language; when Mary arrives at her uncle’s manor from colonial India the maid expresses surprise that she isn’t “black” and the child erupts in rage at the affront. It’s a passage that bears some unpacking.

But rather than cancelling the best children’s book ever written, I always tried to explain the prejudices of the Edwardian period. Kids can understand that people thought differently in the past – even if some adults can’t. Illustrating a different issue, The Wind in the Willows has no female protagonist. But must we toss aside Kenneth Grahame’s poetic evocation of a vanished countryside, with its hilarious satire of Mr. Toad’s bombast, because it fails some arbitrary gender quota?

The greatest stories ever told: Despite accusations of racism, sexism and colonialism, classic literature such as Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden and Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows offers young readers the opportunity to embark on a lifelong love of reading. Shown, top to bottom, scenes from movie adaptations of each book.

Arguments that books must meet post-modern representational balance standards (of the sort demanded by the U.S.-based Education Trust) or be removed from circulation is a  mischaracterization of diversity. The goal should be to encourage a broad diversity throughout the library collection, rather than demand removal of any individual book deemed insufficiently “diverse” regardless of its other merits. Diversity is achieved through a plurality of viewpoints, characters and stories, not by enforcing one particular template on each and every book.

Canada’s Self-Proclaimed Voices of Freedom Fall Silent

The swift rebuke dealt to the PDSB’s book-burial scheme by parents, the media and Ontario’s government suggests the values of intellectual freedom and literary excellence still count for something, at least in the public’s mind. Yet many other necessary voices were disappointingly silent throughout this affair. Together with a group of other children’s book authors, I wrote to three well-known Canadian organizations that claim to defend the freedom to read, reminding them that “books do not belong in landfills, but in the hands of children,” and urging them to “issue a public statement condemning the actions of this publicly-funded school board.” The reaction from The Writers’ Union of Canada (TWUC), the Ontario Library Association and PEN Canada (a free expression lobby group) are revealing, and deeply troubling.

Around the time of the PDSB library scandal, TWUC issued several other statements on book bans. In September 2023, in response to a proposal in Brandon, Manitoba to create a parental committee to review books at the local school board for sexual and gender identity content, the organization declared that it “notes with growing concern the trend in Canada of challenges to specific books in schools and libraries across the country. Very often those with a focus on LGBTQIA2s+ perspectives and stories are the target of coordinated complaints.”

Brave defenders of intellectual freedom…some of the time: The organizations depicted above claim to support the freedom to read, yet all abandoned their sense of purpose when confronted with the PDSB’s book purge.

Then in November, the group addressed the previously mentioned “access restrictions” to LGBTQ+ books at the Waterloo Catholic School Board for works that were part of a student reading competition called “Forest of Reading.” The unequivocal response: “TWUC believes any access restrictions for Forest of Reading shortlisted titles must be immediately removed. Furthermore, policies that keep students from books for any reason must be reconsidered.” (Emphasis added.)

You might think that dumping library books in a landfill would be “keeping students from books,” but in this case, TWUC somehow lost its sense of outrage. “Initial media reports suggested an extreme book-culling policy had been implemented,” it stated blandly. “The PDSB has since clarified its intention was to assess the collection, and replenish shelves with diverse books reflective of the broader community.” The shelves at PDSB schools are now half-empty. Ho-hum.

Like TWUC, the Ontario Library Association also claims to stand resolutely in favour of unfettered reading. According to its Statement on Intellectual Freedom, “The Ontario Library Association…[is] committed to the fundamental rights of intellectual freedom, the freedom to read and freedom of the press…Materials are not excluded from library collections based on race, place of birth, origin, ethnic origin, ethnicity, citizenship, age, creed, disability, family structure, sex, and sexual orientation.” Furthermore, the first line of its official statement on the rights of children states that, “Children in public libraries have the right to intellectual freedom.” Sounds clear enough.

Yet when asked to comment on the PDSB situation, the organization meekly deferred to the Ontario School Library Association’s equity-based Guide to the Selection and Deselection of School Library Resources. This document allows for the removal of a book if it “contradicts policies on diversity and inclusion as outlined by other school board documents.” Hardly a resounding endorsement of freedom to read; more like rank hypocrisy that, for some reason, precisely follows woke ideology.

PEN Canada never bothered to answer our queries.

Burning Books, Burning People

In his 1821 play Almansor, the German poet Heinrich Heine famously wrote that, “Those who burn books will in the end burn people.” More than a century later, on the evening of May 10, 1933, the infamous mass bonfire of “un-German” and Jewish books took place at Berlin’s Opernplatz, organized by Nazi Germany’s Reich Minister of Public Enlightenment, Joseph Goebbels. “You are doing the right thing in committing the evil spirit of the past to the flames at this late hour of the night,” Goebbels declared to the assembled throng. “It is a strong, great and symbolic act.” We know what Nazi Germany did next.

“Those who burn books will in the end burn people”: The prescient warning of 19th-century German playwright Heinrich Heine came to pass a century later with the mass bonfire of Jewish books in Berlin on May 10, 1933, which was followed by Nazi Germany’s mass murder of Jews beginning in 1941. (Source of photo: Everett Collection/Shutterstock)

Bureaucrats at Peel District didn’t burn books – they buried them because that’s the “sustainable” way to destroy literature. But Heine’s warning remains acutely relevant. Driven by an extreme ideology that seeks to eradicate viewpoints it considers “evil,” nameless woke activists sought to purify the library collections to their own satisfaction, in line with the actions of universities, book publishers and so-called advocacy groups that actively seek or obligingly consent to politically-motivated limitations on the intellectual freedom of younger generations.

Well-written children’s books do not cause harm. They entertain, illuminate, enlighten and educate. And in doing so, they can (hopefully) inspire a lifelong love of reading. To encourage children to reap these many benefits requires a library with shelves sagging under the weight of books – because it is impossible to know what particular book will capture the imagination of which particular child. The real harm lies in destroying books.

Marjorie Gann is a retired elementary school teacher and children’s book author and reviewer. Her non-fiction books include Speak a Word for Freedom: Women Against Slavery and Five Thousand Years of Slavery, both co-authored with Janet Willen. Gann sits on the Advisory Board of the Aristotle Foundation.

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