Like an iceberg, 1999 cont., “An exorcism, followed by a penis cutting”

Like an iceberg, 1999 cont.: “An exorcism, followed by a penis cutting”

Almost always, as soon as I got off a plane in the North, someone came up to me to confide a tidbit of information: By 1999, I had become the reporter of secrets that many already knew about.

In Quaqtaq, a community of 300 on Quebec’s Ungava Bay, not long after my arrival in March, 1999, a man I knew headed in my direction. He whispered in my ear: Did I know about the penis cutting?

“Penis cutting?” I asked quietly.

“I heard about this guy who cut off his penis. In Akulivik,” he said. “I don’t know anything else.”

This news caught my interest at once. I was in Quaqtaq to attend the annual general meeting of Makivik Corp., a week-long ordeal because I was still shunned by some of its leaders for my past stories and reports. And this was the organization whose lawyer threatened me with jail in 1996, which left me with some bad feelings.

The 1999 Makivik Corp. annual general meeting takes place in Quaqtaq at the community's school. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

The 1999 Makivik Corp. annual general meeting takes place in Quaqtaq at the community’s school. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

And, because of my reports, during many discussions, all journalists, Inuit and non-Inuit, were in 1999 kicked out of the meeting — and their translation headsets were taken away before they left the room, so no one could listen in on headphones outside the meeting, as I had done in 1994 in Salluit.

This week I expected to be asked to leave the meeting often.

But, thinking about this new news tip I’d just been handed, I felt cheered up. At least I’d have something to work on when I wasn’t in the meeting.

I thought back to February, when I’d visited Kangiqsujuaq for a meeting of the Kativik Regional Government. There I’d overheard councillors talking to each other about something going on in Akulivik — but I had gotten no straight answers about that from Luc Harvey, then the police chief of the Kativik Regional Police Force, the police force run by the KRG.

But there are no secrets in Nunavik, I learned once again.

In March, it was much warmer than when I was in Kangiqsualujjuaq after the avalanche in January, but it was still cold. The school where the meeting took place was banked with snow. Members of the media were supposed to work in a classroom outfitted with some telephone lines and larger desks. Apart from me, there were local radio and television reporters, a Radio-Canada radio host and a journalist from France.

I was staying at the home of Quaqtaq’s mayor, a man I first met when he took over as the police chief in Puvirnituq: Johnny Oovaut, a large man with a deep voice, a born-again Christian and a gospel singer. His home outside the village was large and modern, finished only months before I stay there.

It was more luxurious than most homes in the South, with entirely new furnishings, and touches I wouldn’t mind in my own home — such as a giant-sized Jacuzzi tub. I ended up hardly being there, however, as I threw myself into finding out information about the man in Akulivik who had tried to cut off his penis.

Nunavik (IMAGE/ KATIVIK SCHOOL BOARD)

Nunavik (IMAGE/ KATIVIK SCHOOL BOARD)

Before starting to make calls, however, I created a mental picture of Akulivik on Nunavik’s Hudson Bay coast: — that’s something I always did before trying to do a long-distance story. Akulivik, population of about 400, was a tiny place, a cluster of buildings on a peninsula that branches into the water and looks like a fish harpoon — an akulivik.

It was a place I had actually visited when I accompanied the traveling court on its regular stop to the community in the early 1990s. In the small school gym, the bleachers were full as residents watched the makeshift courtroom action unfold. Those accused stood in front of a low school desk facing Judge Yvon Roberge. The young men wore shiny padded jackets; they held sunglasses in their hands that they clasped behind their backs.

This large carving stands in front of Akulivik's school. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

This large carving stands in front of Akulivik’s school. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

A woman rose with her husband to talk about the progress he had made since he assaulted her not long ago. She was wearing an amautik parka. A stream of light poured in on the paperback Bible lying on the desk.

Roberge listened to lawyers describe another case where a young man had stolen propane for sniffing and assaulted a girl on the same night. But that was four years ago, and the accused said he’d been clean for a year. He was working. His sentence involved probation and a public apology for his behaviour.

I recalled all this about Akulivik: It was a community that still settles its own disputes, I thought. I also remembered it was a place where there had been several violent incidents — in 1998 a man took a woman hostage, sexually assaulted her daughter and then killed the mother while another child looked on. Anything’s possible, I thought.

I found a telephone book and start dialing numbers in Akulivik, searching for information. I decided to start with anyone who had a non-Inuk name because they might less likely to have a reason not to talk to me about the incident. After a few calls, I finally got referred to a woman to whom I spoke to over her lunch hour.

“Hi, I’m Jane George from Nunatsiaq News. I want to ask you something about a story I’m chasing. Can you tell me what do you know about a man who cut his penis off? ”

“You mean the exorcism?’

“Uh” I hesitated.

An exorcism? I had been thinking it’s a penis-cutting incident. Now it was an exorcism. Okay.

“Yes, of course, the exorcism. I’ve heard about it and I wanted to check out my details.”

A woman, she told me, was the subject of an exorcism. It was the woman’s future brother-in-law who attempted to cut off his penis, after he urged others to “repent their sins.”

In Akulivik, there was only one church, an Anglican church. It was in this modest place of worship, just a few weeks previously — and not long after two southern evangelists had visited the community — that the local church committee singled out one woman as being “possessed.”

I finally called Eli Aullaluk, a municipal councilor, who described himself as “a Christian,” when I felt I have enough information to ask the right questions. He gave me more details, telling me that this woman’s family first noticed that she was disturbed on Feb. 19 — just a few weeks earlier.

“She was not being normal,” Aullaluk said. “Her mother asked her, ‘who are you?’ and her answer was, ‘I’m a bad spider, a devil, a demon.’ She knew right away that she wasn’t well.”

Anglican church, Akulivik. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Anglican church, Akulivik. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

The woman, 30, was brought to the Anglican Church, where the church vestry committee spoke with her.

“They decided she was possessed,” said Aullaluk. “She was very disturbed. Naturally, we would know that she was evilly possessed. We believe in this.”

A rite of exorcism followed, Aullaluk said. It was held in a room usually occupied by the community’s social services unit, on the suggestion of a social worker, who was also a member of the church committee. The woman occasionally had to be restrained during the proceedings.

“They had to hold down her arms and legs or tie her arms to her wrists sometimes to prevent her from hurting herself,” said Aullaluk who saw the woman on several occasions during her ordeal.

According to Aullaluk, the recent exorcism in Akulivik came to an abrupt end when the woman injured her hands while trying to grab at a window blind. She was taken to see a nurse for medical treatment and then brought to another location in the village. Against the wishes of her family and a healer from another community who had come to assist, medical personnel wanted to remove the woman from Akulivik for more medical treatment.

“The reason why we wanted to deal with it is that she wasn’t medically sick, but she was spiritually sick. There were people who were capable of working with her,” said Aullaluk. “It was definitely a spiritual problem.”

An excerpt from the faxed statement Eli Aullaluk sends to the Nunatsiaq News on March, 1999.

An excerpt from the faxed statement Eli Aullaluk sends to the Nunatsiaq News on March, 1999.

“Spiritual incapability,” he later called her condition in a statement faxed to the newspaper.

Following a call to the regional police, the woman was removed from Akulivik and transferred to Puvirnituq’s Inuulitsivik hospital. Covered with bruises, dehydrated and hungry, the woman was heavily sedated for several days and taken to Montreal for treatment.

Also during or after the exorcism, her future brother-in-law tried to cut off his penis.

The injured man reportedly made a good recovery in Montreal from his self-inflicted wounds.

I couldn’t find out how or why he attempted to sever the organ. He had provided several differing explanations, including remorse over previous sinful behaviour, following Mark 9:43, “And if thy hand offend thee, cut it off : it is better for thee to enter into life maimed, than having two hands to go into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched.”

No criminal charges were ever laid.

Eli Aullaluk, shown here in a photo from 2010. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Eli Aullaluk, shown here in a photo from 2010. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Officers from the KRPF finally mumbled explanations when I call them for information about what took place in Akulivik — because this time they could no longer say nothing had happened, as they had in Kangiqsujuaq in February.

Sûreté du Québec  provincial police investigators even came to Akulivik, but closed the file because its investigators couldn’t determine whether or not the woman had been held against her will.

Meanwhile, according to Aullaluk, many people in Akulivik were actually hoping that criminal charges would be laid. They hoped that, then, their side of the story would come out in court.

“We would have seen which side was right,” Aullaluk said. “The people here in the community, especially the people who were involved, are very unhappy with the decision taken by the authorities, like the police and the health services. They were wrong. She would be better now if they hadn’t taken her.”

In a statement, he said the head of Nunavik’s regional board of health of social services, Jean Dupuis, also a KRG councillor in 1999, was aware of the exorcism at the February KRG meeting, when Aullaluk said Dupuis called the people of Akulivik “witch hunters.”

“This community was strongly humiliated and is disgusted by this statement,” Aullaluk wrote in a letter to the newspaper after my story on the exorcism is published.

Jean Dupuis, head of the board of the Nunavik regional board of health and social services, sends this statement to the Nunatsiaq News in March, 1999.

Jean Dupuis, head of the board of the Nunavik regional board of health and social services, sends this statement to the Nunatsiaq News in March, 1999.

“I have too much respect for Inuit to use Nunatsiak [sic] News to debate fundamental human rights,” Dupuis said in his own statement to the newspaper.

“Many Inuit colleagues and members of my own family have indicated to me that religious exorcism as being practiced now does not relate to Inuit culture as they know it.”

While spiritual possession was not an everyday situation in Akulivik, other northern communities had experienced it, both recently and in the past, Aullaluk told me.

Residents of Akulivik suspected that unseen, foreign forces are afoot in their icy streets.

“This community here strongly believes that it is very possible to believe that people can be possessed by evil spirits,” Aullaluk said.

A few years later, in 2002, I visited Akulivik again. It was March, but it was one of those bitter minus 30 C days that, despite the bright sunlight, defied the idea of spring. Under a bright sun and cloudless sky, the wind was blowing snow that bit into my face. In the municipal office, I met Aullaluk who had become the mayor of Akulivik.

He looked delighted when he learned who I was. He gave me a mug embossed with the community’s fish harpoon logo as a souvenir of our meeting, which I still use today.

Like an iceberg continues May 27.

You can read earlier instalments here:

Like an iceberg: on being a journalist in the Arctic

Like an iceberg, 1991…cont.

Like an iceberg, 1991…more

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Shots in the dark” 

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1993, “Learning the language of the snows”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Spring”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., more “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1994: “Seals and more”

Like an iceberg, 1994, cont., “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., more “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., “A place with four names”

Like an iceberg, 1995, “More sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “No place like Nome”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “Greenland”

Like an iceberg, 1995, cont. “Secrets”

Like an iceberg, 1996, “Hard Lessons”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “Working together”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, more “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, cont. “Choices” 

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, more “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq” cont.

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Qaggiq and hockey”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Brain surgery in POV”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont.: “Masks on an island”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Abusers on the pulpit”

Like an iceberg, 1998, “Bearing gifts”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “At the top of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “A bad week” 

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont.: more from “A bad week”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “Memories”

Like an iceberg, 1999, “The avalanche”

Like an iceberg, 1999, “The avalanche”

Like an iceberg, 1999, “The avalanche”

I wasn’t there when the wall of snow came tumbling down the slope into Satuumavik school in the Nunavik community of Kangiqsualujjuaq on Jan. 1, 1999. I was fast asleep in my bed in the South, and it wasn’t until early the next morning that I heard about the disaster in a call from a friend in Kuujjuaq.

I later learned that not long after midnight, the cornice of snow that had formed on the slope above the school came rumbling down. And, when it came down, it broke the school’s walls, burying many who were celebrating New Year’s Eve together in the gymnasium, killing nine of them.

Searchers look for survivors after the avalanche, Kangiqsualujjaq, Jan. 1, 1999 in this attributed photo.

Searchers look for survivors after the avalanche, Kangiqsualujjaq, Jan. 1, 1999 in this unattributed photo.

Afterwards, I would learn more than enough about those moments right after the snow crashed into the gym.

But there in the South on that New Year’s day in 1999, 1,500 kilometres from Kangiqsualujjuaq, I was shaken by the avalanche news. I called people I knew in the community. The school principal told me he has just walked into his house after hours spent digging people out inside the gym.

Another man I was able to reach has lost his baby daughter, I learned. I’m devastated that I’ve even called him. What could I say? I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

This community’s grief became my grief, too. How could I stay here? The weather was terrible where I was, ice pellets were falling, and I couldn’t possibly leave to make the drive to Montreal, although I attempted to drive in anyway. But I couldn’t see anything and turned around.

So I missed that day’s scheduled airline departure to Kuujjuaq.

One of my editors at the Nunatsiaq News, who was also in southern Quebec for the holiday, said we didn’t need to cover this event: “Let the big boys cover it.” CBC had already chartered a plane from Montreal to Kangiqsualujjuaq with some other media, which I missed out on.

In this attributed photo someone takes a photo of a snowmobile caught in Jan. 1, 1999 avalanche in Kangiqsualujjaq

In this attributed photo someone takes a photo of a snowmobile caught in Jan. 1, 1999 avalanche in Kangiqsualujjaq

However, I knew I have to go, or it wasn’t not worth working as a journalist in Nunavik. And this was one of the biggest stories in the world as 1999 started. I roused the Nunatsiaq News publisher, Steven Roberts, who said it was okay for me to fly up on First Air — my one-way ticket to Kuujjuaq is a pricey (for then), full-fare ticket of $835.

On Jan. 3 I finally arrived in Kuujjuaq. At the Kuujjuaq Inn I found the entire Quebec government cabinet, including Premier Lucien Bouchard, sitting in the lounge.

Quebec Premier Lucien Bouchard vows to help Kangiqsualujjuaq recover when he visits Kuujjuaq and then Kangiqsualujjuaq in January, 1999. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Quebec Premier Lucien Bouchard vows to help Kangiqsualujjuaq recover when he visits Kuujjuaq and then Kangiqsualujjuaq in January, 1999. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Apart from a reporter from the Globe and Mail, all other journalists have run to Kangiqsualujjuaq to record that community’s trauma. But people in Kangiqsualujjuaq were already overburdened with supplying services to people from Nunavik who were there to help out or to comfort relatives: They didn’t need more mouths to feed.

It occurred to me that I could be a lot more helpful finding out what government plans were in store to help them recover and rebuild after this disaster.

The next day, Prime Minister Jean Chrétien arrived in Kuujjuaq. We were all kept in town by the bad weather, but I knew the situation in Kangiqsualujjuaq was even more bleak: too much pain, too many reporters badgering residents for painful details, not enough trucked water to go around, and it was freezing cold.

Chrétien, Quebec’s Liberal Party leader Jean Charest and the then-deputy premier Bernard Landry all stayed at the Kuujjuaq Inn, where I was also staying, too, and they dined together — a rare common move among politicians who didn’t agree on much in 1999. The politicians also took the time to tour Kuujjuaq, visiting patients at the local hospital and stopping at the Kuujjuaq Forum.

Prime Minister Jean Chrétien, Makivik Corp. president Pita Aatami, Mayor Michael Gordon in Kangisualujjuaq. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

Prime Minister Jean Chrétien and Makivik Corp. President Pita Aatami listen to Kuujjuaq Mayor Michael Gordon talk about what he saw in Kangisualujjuaq after the avalanche. (PHOTO BY JANE GEORGE)

In its gym, Kuujjuaq mayor Michael Gordon, who had gone to Kangiqsualujjuaq, some 30 minutes by air from Kuujjuaq, after the avalanche, told Chrétien what the snow-filled gym in Kangiqsualujjuaq looked like, buried in snow.

Finally, the next day, we flew to Kangiqsualujjuaq, a short plane trip from Kuujjuaq. I stopped off at the wrecked shell of a school that was cordoned off and guarded by Canadian Rangers.

It was numbingly cold that day, despite my heaviest Arctic winter clothing. Tired and traumatized mourners were set to bury the nine victims of the avalanche in the community’s municipal garage, the only safe large space available for such a gathering.

This unattributed photo shows the damage caused by the Jan. 1, 1999 avalanche.

This unattributed photo shows the damage caused by the Jan. 1, 1999 avalanche.

The funeral scene was simple: on the wall a cross fashioned from two metal pipes; handmade crosses and bouquets of flowers placed on each coffin; and a hockey shirt draped on a 34-year-old hockey player’s coffin.

More than 700 people attended the funeral service, conducted by Bishop Joseph Idlout of the Anglican Eastern Arctic Diocese and Kuujjuaq’s Anglican minister, Benjamin Arreak. They read messages of condolences from the religious leaders and an expression of sympathy from Queen Elizabeth.

“I was shocked to hear of the horrific New Year’s tragedy in northern Quebec,” wrote the Queen.

Willie Etok, the father of two avalanche victims, also addressed the funeral, thanking all those who worked during the hours following the avalanche to keep the number of deaths down.

“On behalf of the people of Kangiqsualujjuaq, I would like to pass on thanks for the many people who have come to assist in our grieving, many people from all parts of the country, and the world, who have come to be with us, to help us, in this horrible situation,” said Etok. “To the families who have lost their loved one, we are the same, all in one.”

One young girl’s face was covered in tears. Another held a small white flower and a tissue. A couple who lost their young son struggled to comfort their other children. Many in attendance still showed physical injuries from the avalanche — bandages and slings.

Idlout’s words about love and hope comforted the mourners, although many were unable to sing the chosen hymn, “Nearer my God to thee,” without breaking down. There was a moment of silence for the victims.

After the religious service, coffins were opened for the final farewell to the victims from friends and family. The burial followed in minus 30 C temperatures.

A view over Kangiqsualujjuaq. (PHOTO/ WIKIPEDIA COMMONS)

A view over Kangiqsualujjuaq. (PHOTO/ WIKIPEDIA COMMONS)

“It was quite an experience to be here and see the closeness of the families,” said Chrétien afterwards while he and I waited for the charter  back to Kuujjuaq in Kangiqsualujjuaq’s small airport terminal — it was the kind of informal encounter that journalists can sometimes experience  in the North with high-level politicians.

“It’s a moment that I will remember for a long time. I’m happy that I was able to be here because it was an absolutely exceptional occasion and it’s very moving to see the solidarity. It’s a large family, the village. They’re all here to support each other.”

Chrétien also made me laugh as he retold stories from his time as federal Indian affairs minister — but I didn’t take notes at that point. I just felt an enormous relief after living through that day.

After the funeral service, Chrétien, who seemed not to feel the cold, gave his gloves to a grieving family member. But my hands were frozen as I took photos. It felt like the coldest day of the winter — and one that I would relive later in 1999 at the coroner’s inquest into the avalanche.

Like an iceberg continues May 26.

You can read earlier instalments here:

Like an iceberg: on being a journalist in the Arctic

Like an iceberg, 1991…cont.

Like an iceberg, 1991…more

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Shots in the dark” 

Like an iceberg, 1992, “Sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1993, “Learning the language of the snows”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Spring”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1993 cont., more “Chesterfield Inlet”

Like an iceberg, 1994: “Seals and more”

Like an iceberg, 1994, cont., “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., more “No news is good news”

Like an iceberg, 1994 cont., “A place with four names”

Like an iceberg, 1995, “More sad stories”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “No place like Nome”

Like an iceberg, 1995 cont., “Greenland”

Like an iceberg, 1995, cont. “Secrets”

Like an iceberg, 1996, “Hard Lessons”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “Working together”

Like an iceberg, 1996 cont., “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, more “At the edge of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1996, cont. “Choices” 

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, more “Qaggiq”

Like an iceberg, 1997, “Qaggiq” cont.

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Qaggiq and hockey”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Brain surgery in POV”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont.: “Masks on an island”

Like an iceberg, 1997 cont., “Abusers on the pulpit”

Like an iceberg, 1998, “Bearing gifts”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “At the top of the world”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “A bad week” 

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont.: more from “A bad week”

Like an iceberg, 1998 cont., “Memories”