Freedom is a beautiful Mohawk woman singing by the river. Freedom is a doe laying in the trees. Freedom is a willow seed. floating on the breeze. It is sacred for all. Just that talk of touching it. Would make us think of war.
As Indigenous peoples we have experienced the oppression and control of Canada’s colonist government for the past 150 years. We have suffered through policies and laws that have tried to exterminate us, assimilate us, oppress us and silence us. This is our experience in our homelands, and it continues to this day.
Is it just me or was this winter absolutely gruelling? Six entire months of cloudy snow and gray skies are just too much for anyone to bear on the regular. That is half our entire year devoted the cold decline of our environment.
The Harper government’s Bill C-51, or Anti-Terrorism Act, has been in the public domain for over a month. Long enough for us to know that it subverts basic principles of constitutional law, assaults rights of free speech and free assembly, and is viciously anti-democratic.
Do you know a watershed hero? They’re the individuals, families, groups and businesses that put their time and energy into improving the Grand River watershed. Many do it without recognition, satisfied with the legacy they leave for future generations.
Though I have a history of arranging for the donation of motor vehicles, paid for by the union, to the Native Men’s Residence, Na-Me-Res, the personnel there do change over, and so I wouldn’t necessarily expect the people there now to know who I am.