Boyce Richardson

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Boyce Richardson

Boyce Richardson, CM (born March 21, 1928 in Wyndham, Southland, New Zealand) is a Canadian journalist, author and filmmaker. While he was a boy his family moved to Invercargill, New Zealand.

Journalistic career[edit]

It was in Invercargill that Richardson began his career in journalism at the Southland Times and later the Southland Daily News. After a brief stint as a reporter in Australia, he went to India to live and work at Nilokheri, a co-operative community north of New Delhi. In 1951 he moved to Britain, where he had great difficulty finding any kind of employment as a result of the depressed, still rationed, postwar economy. Of this period in his life he subsequently wrote in his autobiography:

"I suppose this experience of unemployment was valuable for me. I discovered that it is almost the most debilitating experience a person can have in life, totally sapping one's self-esteem, and plunging one into a maelstrom of depressive thoughts and feelings from which, eventually, one despairs of ever emerging. It certainly gave me a respect for the problems of laid-off workers, so airily dismissed by the media and their consulting economists, during times of what they nowadays call 'economic downturn'. Full employment should be the first social good of any decent government."[1]

He answered an ad in the New Statesman that landed him at Newbattle Abbey College where he studied writing under the Scottish poet, Edwin Muir. In 1954 Richardson emigrated to Canada, first joining the Winnipeg Free Press then the Montreal Star . From 1960 to 1968 he was the newspaper's correspondent in London. He returned to Montreal but as noted in his Memoirs:

"I had also come to some conclusions about my profession. I had a strong distaste for the myths that most journalists seemed to believe about their importance. I had found journalists motivated more by vanity than by a lust for public service, and they tended to be childishly susceptible to flattery from men of power. So far as they believed they were free to write what they wanted, and that they were the first line among defenders of freedom of expression, I thought they were suffering from a massive occupational delusion. I had concluded that freedom lies only with the rich men who own the media, who hire sycophants to do their bidding.
The idea of journalists being better informed than your average citizen is a big part of the myth. A daily newspaper, written by these supposedly super-informed people, gives at best a sketchy view of what is really happening; and that view is fatally deformed by the interests of the media owners, and by the intimate relationship that journalists maintain with men of power. In addition, I knew that journalists do not have the influence they pretend to have. The media at large do have a huge influence in setting the political and social agenda, and they form one of the main barriers to improvements in the quality of human life. But individual workers within the media have limited influence on anything, in my experience. My opinion of the profession I practiced had become, then, slightly anarchistic."[1]

He returned with "an attitude of cheerful insouciance towards those who owned and ran the newspaper. I had seen in London that the publisher was a hopeless alcoholic, although his alcoholism didn't make him any worse as a publisher. When asked by George Ferguson [editor],... to prepare an obituary of John McConnell's [publisher] mother, Lilian, against the day when she might die, I slipped the following into his tray:

Mrs. John Wilson McConnell, known as Lil, is dead. Mrs. McConnell lived for eighty years and did singularly little with them. She spent a lot of money. She had four children, and they had children who had children.

Mrs. McConnell became the friend of the highest in the land. Indeed, she didn't have any friends except Lords, Ladies, Earls, Princes, Dukes, Marquises or millionaires. Mrs. McConnell entertained Royalty. Surrounded by her pompous tapestries, expensive plates, and tasteless furniture, Royalty felt right at home. Mrs. McConnell gave away a lot of her husband's money to Good Causes.

No one, including Mrs. McConnell, knew how much she gave, or quite who she gave it to. Mrs. McConnell did no one any harm, and no discernible good. Let that be her epitaph."

Freelance career[edit]

His outrage at the Star's failure to support civil liberties and journalists harassed and arrested during the October Crisis, as well as his increasing disenchantment with corporate media in general eventually caused him to resign and become a freelancer in 1971.

Richardson supported aboriginal peoples seeking justice in their struggle against the massive James Bay Project. In films made with the National Film Board of Canada (Cree Hunters of Mistassini, 1974[2] ) and books (Strangers Devour the Land, 1976) he created "a chronicle of the assault upon the last coherent hunting culture in North America, the Cree Indians of Quebec, and their vast primeval homelands". He did prescient work on anti-globalization like the NFB documentary Super-Companies in 1987. This explored the role of multinational corporations such as Alcan; scooping films like The Corporation by more than a decade. When an article he wrote: Corporations: How Do We Curb Their Obscene Power? was rejected by a "progressive" periodical he posted it to the Internet in 1996, to worldwide interest. It was an early instance of distributing writing which might not otherwise see the light of day in mass media. Indeed, in that same year Richardson began what he described as his "sounding off pages": Boyce'sPaper as an alternative means of publishing his views. Decades later it may be one of the oldest continuing examples of what has become the ubiquitous Blog.

In the words of Catherine Dunphy, journalist and author:

"Before there was a Naomi Klein and before there was an international anti-globalization movement, filmmaker and journalist Boyce Richardson was taking on the multinationals, his own bosses in the media, and the culture of greed and hypocrisy. He still is..."[1]

Later life[edit]

Today he resides in Montreal. His wife of 56 years, Shirley (née Norton) teacher and poet who "kept the home fires burning and the wolf from the door" died in 2007. His Memoirs are dedicated to her. He is the father of three boys and a girl.


His work has won a number of awards, including co-winning a 1961 National Newspaper Award for a series of articles on Canada and the European Economic Community, published by the Montreal Star. Cree Hunters of Mistassini won the Flaherty Award for 1974, from the British Society for Film and Television Arts, for the best documentary in the tradition of Robert Flaherty, and a special Award from the Melbourne Film Festival, 1975. Super-Companies won the Golden Apple Award at the 1990 National Educational Film and Video festival in the US; and the Red Ribbon Award at the American Film and Video Festival in 1990.

"I am with the Indian novelist Arundhati Roy (the finest polemicist in the English language), who wrote recently: "What we need to search for and find... is the politics of resistance. The politics of opposition. The politics of forcing accountability. The politics of slowing things down. The politics of joining hands across the world and preventing certain destruction. In the present circumstances, I'd say that the only thing worth globalizing is dissent!"[3]

Boyce Richardson was invested as a Member of the Order of Canada in 2002, his adopted country's highest civilian honour.


  1. ^ a b c Memoirs of a Media Maverick 2003 Between the Lines, Toronto ISBN 1-896357-80-6
  2. ^ Evans, Gary (30 September 1991). In the National Interest: A Chronicle of the National Film Board of Canada from 1949 to 1989. University of Toronto Press. p. 170. ISBN 978-0-8020-6833-0. Retrieved 3 January 2012. 
  3. ^ Memoirs of a Media Maverick 2003 Between the Lines, Toronto ISBN 1-896357-80-6

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