Then, along came Danny Williams.Reportedly, he had struck it rich in the ’regulated’ world of cable television. The experience had left him marked with the magic of guaranteed returns. On the public stage, he demanded a script suggesting that such profits could easily be replicated, by public servants, applying the leverage of taxpayers’ money. That’s the problem with ‘showbiz’; it’s hard to distinguish fact from fiction.
In the Government's 2007 Energy Plan, Williams’ was given such a Script. It described Newfoundland and Labrador as a ‘vast energy warehouse’ in which “hydro assets oil, gas, hydro, wind and other energy sources” could be developed and managed “for the benefit and long term self-reliance of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians”. All could be sold, it boasted, bringing the Province new sources of wealth.
Williams had found, not just a script writer but an actor, too. Ed Martin counted no Blockbusters of his own. He was doing middle level desk work at Petro Canada. Though he was touted, by the former Premier, it was lost on no one that he had not reached even the level of a Vice-President. He had never managed a construction project either, large or small, and that fact, together with a fondness for the big screen, would remain a deep dark secret. Now you understand the real purpose of Bill 29.
But, who would care? In the world of ‘showbiz’, actors need only…well, act! Ed can surely do that. And, even if he can’t, at least, in the movies, a script writer, good or bad, can always guarantee a happy ending.
Still, let’s not dwell on the actors; you know how jealous, and high-strung, Movie Director can be.
Giddy with the swagger of one deemed so successful, Danny brooked no reviews or criticism. Adulation would be a singularly acceptable accompaniment to glamour. Anyway, his adoring fans, and there were many, demanded no detail of his energy script, how much it cost or the risks involved.
Even the great academician and economist, Dr. Wade Locke, one whose field of study prepared him well for the deceptive arts, was brought onto the ‘Set’ to give Danny’s Muskrat project an air of authenticity. That bold economic visionary was heard to declare to an august crowd, in the village of Norman’s Cove, that Muskrat Falls would cease to be economic once its price tag had exceeded $7 billion. When the figure of $7.6 billion was uttered, by Nalcor, he carefully avoided more prognostication. Just possibly, that unlikely response was a throw-back to the silent movie era. And, even if it wasn’t, imagine, the audacity of anyone, trying to quantify genius!
More likely, though, the problem was over-estimation. That's Gil Bennett's Department, the ‘cable guy’, at Nalcor. Gil, no stranger to the deceptive arts himself, is an old Williams’ buddy and not a bad Actor, either. Gil knows, better than most, that the camera always magnifies the smallest of deficits.
Ah! The Williams’ years were heady days in the politics of Newfoundland and Labrador. That he had given Nalcor and Ed Martin a sizeable mandate seems clear. Certainly they were emboldened by Williams’ own Directing talents, especially the histrionics which ascended to a level Peckford could never master. Williams boasted style, too, and a sense of destiny. For the latter, it seems, normal market forces could easily be suspended in fulfillment of his legacy.
Likely, only a person impervious to risk, or one all too aware he was risking someone else’s money, would embrace such a naïve plan of economic development. Of course, such scepticism might easily be misinterpreted. Who, but a well worm sceptic, would want to apply ‘generally accepted accounting principles’ to a vision noble enough to escape the uncertainty of independent scrutiny?
Still, the odd few, lacking the juvenile faith of the Tory Cabinet, might have found an early clue, not just to the magnitude of the ‘dream’ but to the size of the egos involved, merely by parsing Nalcor’s ‘Vision Statement’.
Two other such visions lend perspective, to the pedestrian mind, and serve to remind us that you have to be careful when you are trying to figure out the ‘real thing’.
Cola Cola, for example, emblematic more of taste than smell, includes something quite related to what it does. It seeks to “Bring to the world a portfolio of quality beverage brands”. MacDonald’s, the hamburger chain, boasts a vision “to be the world's best quick service restaurant experience” and hence, is forever troubled by the question: “Where’s the beef?”
Little wonder, Kathy Bennett looks to politics for the promise of even more aroma.
What does Nalcor’s vision embrace? In contrast to either Coke or MacDonald’s, Nalcor’s “Vision Statement” makes no pretense that it has been handed a mission far larger than even the wide berth of energy.
“Our vision”, Nalcor states, “is to build a strong economic future for successive generations of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians.”
This is heady stuff! It is easy to see why Ed Martin is a serious Actor; afterall, he carries on his shoulders the leviathan expectations of Danny Williams.
In another time, Smallwood invited a Latvian to write him a similar script. NL was poor then and Alfred Valdmanis had to be content handing out subsidies, for small shoe and battery factories, to his Latvian and German buddies. When that plan failed, and Valdmanis was put in jail, Smallwood graduated to something bigger; he embraced companies, like ERCO and pseudo-magnates like John Shaheen and John C. Doyle, too.
Learning from Smallwood, Danny demanded a bolder script. Risk to the public purse, of course, was always a given. Williams wanted something even more than the impossible; he sought fairy tales and enchantment. Let’s give away the ‘surplus’ electricity, virtually for free! Don’t express surprise. That’s just the magic of the big screen.
You have to give Ed Martin credit. He gets to shoot his movie at tax payers’ expense and secures a ‘take or pay’ contract that will cover distribution, too. Nalcor gets money from the Government and claims a return on equity, without as much as an allusion, in the Credits, to the fact that it’s the public who, for decades, will have to pay the interest. Give that man an Oscar!
We’ll blame Williams when Muskrat fails. But, Ed Martin and Kathy Dunderdale ought to have known that, like Smallwood, Danny liked to improvise. Stepping off the stage, when he did, he might have expected such a foolish Script thrown on the fire, the Set taken down.
How could he have known that the prima donna who replaced him would have no Script of her own? Or that, without new lines, no one would be taking calls from the shining Star, at Nalcor. The old lines would have to do. Always count on the element of surprise, especially in tinsel town!
Don’t expect Danny to take the hit for Muskrat. For him, you see, unlike Dunderdale and Martin, Muskrat Falls was always ‘showbiz’.