Friday, May 2, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Native women pay the highest price for our Rape Culture
The revelations of rape culture throughout Canada's highest
institutions of learning is further evidence that this country remains a dangerous place for Native women.
My wife tells our daughters to always be on guard.
"There is no such thing as paranoid for an Indian girl." The numbers
of our Murdered and Missing sisters continues to grow without action as though
our current sum is not staggering enough to make people care.
My wife told me many years ago that she believed Native
girls put on weight as an act of self-defense after years of being under
attack. The society that we have created is one that demands women to be as small
as possible. It makes them even more defenseless.
As in the movie 12 Years a Slave it is the women who suffer
the most under racism and repression. It is the Native people of Canada who are
on the lowest rung of this society. It is women who are the lowest rung of this
society. It is Native women who hold onto the last rung as though it is the
final grip on our humanity itself.
The fight is at our door. It is our responsibility as Native
men. Our men have to start within. There is no win in this fight until that
fight is won. Until then our women stand alone.
Men who are not connected to anything are dangerous. The
ones who are not connected in some real way to the larger community are
dangerous. They are the ones that need to be watched. But they are not the only
ones.
I have waved this sickness awash in my mind as alien weight.
This blind to humanity. It is not what the Creator made of me when I came into
this world. It is not how my mother raised me before she sent me out into the
world. It is not what I can be to be all the things that it takes to be called a
man. Napayo.
This is the greatest infection of the residential schools
but it has to be understood at another level beyond sexual violence. It was
spiritual violence that was spread to the thousands and thousands and thousands. Yet this is
another violation often imposed upon our women and girls by Native men.
I don't what your name is, what you do or what you've done. If you disrespect our women you disrespect our mom
and all your words and action become none. Do not keep our women down and
done and unsafe and unsung.
This is our fight first. We must change. We can protect our
women and then we can help them all. But first we must take care of our own
homes. If we cannot protect our women in their own homes and in their own
communities then all is lost.
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
In Praise of The Vulture
I see the big shadow swoosh over top me and onto the ground below
and hear wings flap fierce with great and unending power
I turn my head with excitement to see the large black body fly over head
I want to see the bold white head and tail feathers flash in the sunlight
It is not the Eagle
He is not the special one
He is despised
His bald red wrinkled head
is unseemly
as though carved from the
rotten flesh which he
is always feasting
He rises up and my eyes follow
He joins in a circle with seven brethren
And spin in celebration
If these were Eagles
I would fall to my knees
and cry
I hear the Voice
I can't tell you where it comes from
but it told me this
Who are you to judge the Vulture
and how he is spreading across Mother Earth
like never before
Eating up all the death Man creates
Then I saw my brothers
for what they are
and what they do
I smiled and said my thanks
and hoped for something new
And if one day
it becomes that way
that I get to return to
this Mother Earth
I would be proud to serve
with all of my friends
as one who cleans up
after all of our sins
and hear wings flap fierce with great and unending power
I turn my head with excitement to see the large black body fly over head
I want to see the bold white head and tail feathers flash in the sunlight
It is not the Eagle
He is not the special one
He is despised
His bald red wrinkled head
is unseemly
as though carved from the
rotten flesh which he
is always feasting
He rises up and my eyes follow
He joins in a circle with seven brethren
And spin in celebration
If these were Eagles
I would fall to my knees
and cry
I hear the Voice
I can't tell you where it comes from
but it told me this
Who are you to judge the Vulture
and how he is spreading across Mother Earth
like never before
Eating up all the death Man creates
Then I saw my brothers
for what they are
and what they do
I smiled and said my thanks
and hoped for something new
And if one day
it becomes that way
that I get to return to
this Mother Earth
I would be proud to serve
with all of my friends
as one who cleans up
after all of our sins
Saturday, March 1, 2014
What if this Winter NEVER ends?
What if this winter never ends?
There it is.
I said it.
That is the shit we do not want to hear.
That is not what we need to be thinking right now.
Those are not the words we need to be saying out loud right now.
We need to shut this guy the fuck up right now.
We need to put him in jail delete his name from the files because he is saying shit we do not want to hear. We can not have this. Not right now. Because the thought is banging around my head like a stray bullet inside an empty bomb shelter.
So calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up.
That is not what we need to hear right now.
They'll be coming for your wood.
There it is.
I said it.
That is the shit we do not want to hear.
That is not what we need to be thinking right now.
Those are not the words we need to be saying out loud right now.
We need to shut this guy the fuck up right now.
We need to put him in jail delete his name from the files because he is saying shit we do not want to hear. We can not have this. Not right now. Because the thought is banging around my head like a stray bullet inside an empty bomb shelter.
So calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up.
That is not what we need to hear right now.
They'll be coming for your wood.
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