I am writing this note in Geneva and am very sorry that I cannot get back to North America in time to attend Wolf’s funeral.
I have been flooded with emotions and memories over the past several days. It is 40 years ago that Wolf arrived in Canada and hired me as his first assistant. As always, he was very honest in telling me that he hired me because he couldn’t find anyone in Canada who was qualified for the job, and considered me the next best thing. My two years working for him provided a lifetime of experiences and lessons. He was a tireless taskmaster – but we also had lots of fun. Soon, there was a whole group of Wolf’s Warriors ready to do his bidding. That included research, writing, editing, preparing overheads and challenging the status quo. Wolf gave us the courage and the tools to take on the establishment and created the support group that provided the refuge when we needed it.
Once we invited someone who had been playing the bagpipes on campus to lead us down the hall to Allan Roeher’s office where we sang a chant suggesting a change in director of a project that in Wolf’s mind had gone bad. There was our car trip to Nebraska, with everyone – including Betty Anglin sleeping on the floor of your yet unsold Omaha home. (We thought Betty was old for such a trip then, but I’m sure she was younger than I am now.)There were our “Wolf’s Warriors” t-shirts, commissioned especially to impress Frank Menolascino on his visit to NIMR. There were the dinners for visiting dignitaries at the Wolfensbergers’ home, with incredible meals prepared by Nancy.
The news of Wolf’s death has reconnected many of us who had worked together with him in Canada. While we each may have had our differences with Wolf over the years, the fundamental values and commitment have remained strong. My godson who has autism just turned 20, and I know that he would have had a very different life without Wolf’s influence in Canada. Certainly my life would have been a lot less rich if Wolf hadn’t taken the chance in hiring me.
Wolf challenged every person who knew him to seek out injustice and confront it. It was frustrating to never be able to meet his standards, but rewarding to try.
Diane Richler
dianer@cacl.ca