Pubdate: Wed, 18 Oct 2006
Source: Vancouver Courier (CN BC)
Copyright: 2006 Vancouver Courier
Contact:  http://www.vancourier.com/
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Author: Allen Garr

TURVEY'S MOMENT WAS BRILLIANT

John Turvey was a friend of mine. We met sometime  between his 
kicking his heroin addiction and when he  started Vancouver's first 
needle exchange.

He died last Wednesday, the inevitable result of his  four year 
battle with mitochondrial myopathy. It's a  disease that interferes 
with nerve function. Turvey  could neither hold his eyes open nor 
properly swallow.  The end was a blessing.

While his passing was inevitable, there was nothing  inevitable about 
Turvey's life.

He was one of those babies kept in a bubble when he was  born in 
Edmonton. He had rickets and severe allergies.  A hospital nurse and 
her husband, both Baptists,  adopted him and moved to Mission, B.C.

At 13, he ran away from home, lived on the streets in  Vancouver and 
became a junkie. Five years later he was  married and had a son who 
was saved and raised by  caring great-grandparents on the Prairies.

Turvey kicked his habit in his early 20s, thanks to a  rehabilitation 
program run by the Anglican Church. At  the church's lay training 
centre in the Interior, he  literally took the plunge. He was 
baptized and found  God. That newfound belief came with him when 
he  returned to Vancouver. It was nowhere evident by the  time we met.

Friends who knew him then say Turvey, with only a Grade  6 education, 
was a voracious reader and a determined  debater. Within a few years 
he was the head social  worker at Vancouver's Bayswater Crisis Centre 
for kids.  About that time he was also the chair of the provincial 
government's Kitsilano Resources Board. He tossed it  all aside in 
the early '80s. For a time he sold coffee  beans at the Granville 
Island Market.

But he wasn't out of social work for long. He was hired  on a small 
grant as a street worker based out of the  newly re-opened Carnegie 
Centre. Working the streets at  night, he handed out condoms and 
needles to the sex  trade workers and junkies on his beat.

He had his own needle exchange going before he  convinced then 
Vancouver mayor Gordon Campbell to come  along with a pile of money. 
To the rest of the country  it was shockingly radical. To Turvey it 
was sensible  and lifesaving.

It earned him international recognition in 1988 from  the Atlanta 
Centre for Disease Control. By that time  he'd started DEYAS, the 
Downtown Eastside Youth  Activities Society, which was the home of 
the needle  exchange.

Turvey built it into a formidable empire that employed  50 people. 
His career and his influence were at their  peak. He was the go-to 
guy for media who wanted to know  about drugs and the street. 
Governments opened their  wallets.

It was like that for almost a decade. Then, as AIDS  spread, needle 
exchanges proliferated and DEYAS lost  the franchise and the 
influence that came with it.  Other institutions, the Portland Hotel 
Society and VANDU, a drug-users organization, in particular began  to 
gain leverage and compete for funds on what was once  Turvey's exclusive turf.

When former mayor Philip Owen began to push his Four  Pillar 
Approach, he found himself at odds with Turvey,  particularly on the 
issue of supervised injection  sites. Turvey lost the argument and 
was pushed to the  sidelines. The one-time radical was 
considered  reactionary by the new voices which had the ear 
of  politicians. By the time Turvey was forced by his  disease to 
resign from DEYAS, the organization was in  serious decline.

But for that brilliant moment, those years where he  burned most 
brightly in his life, Turvey was recognized  and will be remembered. 
In 2004 he was awarded the  Order of British Columbia. He received 
the Order of  Canada a few months ago.

He was joined in that final ceremony by his wife Deb,  his son 
Chad-with whom he was reunited a few years ago  after decades of 
estrangement-Chad's wife and their  child.

John Turvey was 61.
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