Letters to the editor
Fentanyl – Christmas Nightmare?
DJ Jure, Victoria
Volume 32 Issue 10, 11 & 12 | Posted: December 19, 2018
He was a young native kid, perhaps 25, lying down on the cement, his eyelids fluttering, near unconsciousness and helpless.
Once before I had found a similar junkie, dying in the bus station in Calgary when there on a visit. I called 911.
I tried here in Victoria on Yates Street, to get a taxi driver to call 911, and then had success with a young compassionate hippie type who immediately called while the taxi driver sped off seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
We were standing in front of the Yates Street theatre where I had previously happily seen many movies in the Sixties and Seventies by the way.
He was a young native kid, perhaps 25, lying down on the cement, his eyelids fluttering, near unconsciousness and helpless.
Once before I had found a similar junkie, dying in the bus station in Calgary when there on a visit. I called 911.
I tried here in Victoria on Yates Street, to get a taxi driver to call 911, and then had success with a young compassionate hippie type who immediately called while the taxi driver sped off seemingly oblivious to what was happening.
We were standing in front of the Yates Street theatre where I had previously happily seen many movies in the Sixties and Seventies by the way.
Recently as well, Little Steve, one of my Oak Bay Starbucks set, passed away from Fetanyl. And when the crisis set in, in the media, I bought a fifty dollar video camera and interviewed people who had opinions and/or had almost died and I sent the movie to Trudeau, and old theatre school chums, hoping for some reaction
This Christmas people need not die senselessly. Who dares wins, who hesitates is lost. Safe injection sites, media awareness, word of mouth, naxolone kits. We have the tools and now it is time to use them in spades and not sit idly by in front of the TV while the death toll slowly mounts and families in high and low places are in mourning.
DJ Jure, Victoria