RIP to Christie Blachford who passed away from Lung Cancer

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For those that don't know her, she was one of the old guard Canadian journalists who has been around for 5 decades writing for all the major newspapers here. I grew up hearing about her but never actually read her articles until the last few years. At least from what I could tell, she was definitely one of the better journalists out there with some credibility and gutsy to speak out against leftist identity politics madness and wrote several articles about Jordan Peterson supporting his work in an increasingly polarizing country. She just passed away from lung cancer this morning. The National Post just wrote a eulogy of sorts on her life.


And here are a few articles and videos of hers...




 
Gonna miss you Christie.

Yes.

I don't know all her work, did not agree with all her work, yet in the last number of years (as mentioned by Turgon), she became a voice of reason in this sea of journalistic absurdity that has taken over in Canada. She taught me some things, osit.

RIP.

I'll leave Christie with the words of Rex Murphy, another who knew well her work.


She was a real journalist. She loved this sometimes dubious craft and was one of the very few who lent it lustre, lifted its practice and endowed it with trust. She was like that occasional politician of whom we say that he or she provides the rare example that redeems the profession. She was sharp, clear and unbendable on her principles. She courted no group, bowed to no fad, curried no favour and always said what it was she thought should be said without equivocation, always getting straight to the heart of what was at issue.
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As a writer, she had one of the cleanest lines in the business. She wrote with directness, punch, wit and beautifully managed colour. She understood the great first principle of all writing, journalistic or otherwise: the reader must be first hailed, and then held; the prose must beckon and then delight. To read the lede sentence of a Blatchford column was to be locked in instantly for the whole ride. She could be formal and demure, then throw out a haymaker of pure vernacular, offer the most gentle and considerate of compliments — who wrote with more depth of feeling when tragedy, personal or social, struck? — and put words in a blaze when an injustice called for condemnation. In the art of column writing, simply put, she held full mastery.
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So it is a sad time. Journalism is measurably diminished by her departure. But her example, her books and columns, will continue. Journalism schools could vastly profit by highlighting what a real spirit of independent thought and courageous writing can do for a career, and for the profession. The Canadian military will more than miss her voice and presence. And Canada has lost a rare and special person who lived so many of the virtues — integrity and intelligence, bravery and kindness — of a truly exceptional human being.
 
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