Fresh off of another furball nomination, here’s your next update on the ‘roos.
First, another religion vs homosexuality battle is brewing in BC. An all-girls Catholic School has asked a lesbian teacher to stay home for the rest of the school year after parents complained of the influence she was having on their daughters. Damn parents, being all concerned about their kids and stuff. That can’t be tolerated. We’re waiting for the BCHRT to get involved: 5, 4, 3, 2…
Second, here’s a short summary of an op-ed in defense of the province’s Tribunals by Professor Ken Norman of the University of Saskatchewan: Transferring human rights cases to the courts won’t work because 1) real justice is too expensive, 2) real judges won’t permit railroading of the hapless respondant, 3) real judges aren’t biased enough in favor of the complainant, and 4) real judges in Saskatchewan “don’t reflect the diversity of Saskatchewan like Tribunal members do”. Isn’t that discriminatory?
Also noted by DWE
Third, Scaramouche finds some quotes from Heather McNoughton (BCHRT member) about the “mediation” process:
Because settlement meetings are usually a confidential process, the Tribunal does not publish the results.In many cases, the settlement meeting resolves other aspects of the parties’ relationship and has transformative impacts without the adversarial process of a hearing. Many cases resolve on the basis of an acknowledgement that there has been a breach of the Code and an apology. In others, the mediated solution results in systemic change and awards greater than those that might be obtained after a hearing. (emphasis added)
Scaramouche labels mediation a “Hobson’s Choice” but I think it more of “Morton’s Fork“.
Fourth: The BCHRT actually passed another opportunity to lay the smack down on another strata council that wouldn’t let a sun-sensitive resident install external sunshades. “Get an umbrella,” says the BCHRT. Whatever became of my beloved compassionate Tribunal?
Fifth, on the lighter side, another HRC complaint reported by Inside the Hot Dog Factory. This time, the defendant is God. Or mother nature. Or whatever, but dammit, someone with lots of money must be responsible for the fact that I was born a girl!