From the Editor Suzanne Boyd
Itook it as a sign. Hope was what had driven Terry Fox’s one-man worldchanging movement – he had named his marathon for it. We already knew we would feature him with the word on the cover to mark the run’s end 40 years ago this month when I saw the photograph above: hope, fashioned out of leaves and festooned on a chain link fence as if clinging to it for dear life. It was taken by George Pimentel at a desolate Trinity Bellwoods Park in Toronto as, over a period of months, he documented how ordinary Canadians have navigated the long, strange, disruptive time the COVID-19 shutdown has been: “We See Thee Rise” (pg. 84). Ecclesiastes says, “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” We’ve mourned and raged and, as the country gingerly reopens, now it is the time for hope. It has been said that hope is not a strategy, but it gives ballast to action and change. The power of hope can helpp transformansform us, as it did Terry Fox, into something quite extraordinary. Andd as we fight for our lives and our country in crucial and certain overdueerdue ways – see “No Safe Haven” (pg. 72) – I, for one, am grateful for it.