Swimmigration: I’ve changed my mind
July 15th, 2010
A few years back there was a hue and cry for new immigrants to be taught to swim as part of their settling -in process in Canada. I originally balked at the idea, thinking that we shouldn’t be spending money accommodating immigrants from desert countries that get it in their heads to go swimming.
I want my readers to know I’ve changed my mind.
Every summer there are dozens of cases of immigrants and their children going boating and swimming in Canada, and drowning because they come from drought-ridden countries and have rarely bathed, let alone swam for pleasure. The cost of pulling their bodies out of swimming pools and running them through the autopsy process is far outweighing what it would cost to teach these people to swim.
Who knows, perhaps lifegaurds should be teaching swimming and ESL at the same time?
Almost 20 per cent of immigrants are unable to swim, compared with just 4 per cent of people born in Canada, according to the study, which polled 1,032 Canadians between the ages of 18 and 60 in April and May.
Provincial coroners don’t keep death statistics by ethnicity or nationality, so the Lifesaving Society’s research provides the first statistical-based look at drowning risk for this group.
The study comes in the wake of what is turning out to be a deadly month at pools and swimming holes in Ontario.
Since the end of June, 13 people have drowned including Deep Engineer, one of two 14-year-old boys who died after being pulled from a Scarborough condo pool. The boy didn’t know how to swim, friends say.
“In India, nobody has access to pools. You don’t learn to swim,” said the boy’s uncle, Veejay Sonal, adding that Engineer’s family immigrated to Canada in 2001.
At the same time, I have to ask where the parents are, and if they might be clinically retarded. If you know your kid can’t swim, and you let him or her in a pool without a lifejacket, should you not be imprisoned for neglect leading to death?
I’m a strong swimmer and a fantastic floater. Even when I was a skinny kid, you couldn’t sink me - big lungs and a large diaphragm. Even so, we always had a minimum of two parents on duty when we were swimming up at the cottage. We also wore lifejackets, which assisted Sheba - the German Shepherd - in dragging us back into the approved swimming zone if we ventured too far out into the lake. Sheba would grab us by the back of the lifejacket and pull us back to safety. So three kids had two adults and a dog, plus flotation devices, to keep us safe. Not bad, considering we were all good swimmers.
Yet our immigrant communities are allowing kids to swim without flotation devices or adequate supervision, and wondering why their kids die.
Oh, by the way, my mother - despite coming from a water-based community - couldn’t swim. This meant a few things in our house:
- Mom didn’t go in the water
- I wasn’t allowed in a pool without a lifejacket or lifeguard
- I was never allowed in the lake without one of the swimming parents
Despite my best efforts, I’m still alive. Thanks Mom.
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