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  • Why there ain’t no such a-thing as “Aboriginal culture”

    Summertime and the livin’ is powwow, gathering, or festival. It’s over-priced Indian tacos, bison burgers, moose stew and corn soup.  It’s the endless drone of boring chatter and lousy jokes by an MC, stalls of snake oil salesmen hawking surefire cures for diabetes and arthritis, and traditional dancers wearing outfits with faux beadwork made of colorful printed cloth and not a single bead or piece of leather, except perhaps for the mocs on their feet.

    Don’t get me started on the rows and rows of stalls filled with mass produced dreamcatchers, crystals, fake turquoise and t-shirts with wolves, bears and eagles. Why anyone would shell out $25 or more for a $5 t-shirt with a really lousy animal print is beyond me.  P.T. Barnum, he of Barnum & Bailey’s “Greatest Show on Earth” and promoter extraordinaire, said there was a sucker born every minute. He had it about right.

    Snob? Not really. Don’t get me wrong. I love to drop by to see old friends or make new ones. To watch or, better yet, jump into a round dance along with everyone else in the audience. Or, to sit and savour every spoonful of a really good bowl of corn soup that reminds my taste buds of those grannies on Cornwall Island or down in Oneida territory.

    No, what gets me is the crass commercialism and blatant fleecing of the crowd, one perhaps lured by the call of the drum but more likely by increasingly slick advertising for…  what? ‘Aboriginal culture?’

    The signs are up at every single one of these gatherings: “Welcome to (insert place) Powwow, a celebration of Aboriginal culture.” It might be in Wikwemikong, Fort Alexander, Carcross, Winnipeg, Calgary, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto, Kahnawake, Ohsweken. They’re all guilty of promoting something called “Aboriginal culture.”

    This is bad enough for the idiots among us. But the real target is the poor unknowing Caucasian who wouldn’t know the difference between Ojibway and Algonquin, Mi’kmaq or Maliseet. For all I know, these poor suckers might actually believe this is how we live all year round, in little powwow villages called reserves, surviving on bison burgers, corn soup and selling each other mass produced dreamcatchers.

    Of course, they’ve heard about Attawapiskat. But that’s a place that doesn’t look like a powwow village. Perhaps this is the real reason for their outrage last winter.  Maybe, they think, folks up there don’t sell each other enough dreamcatchers and bison burgers and that’s the real reason why that place is in such a mess.

    But that isn’t the point. This is: there ain’t no such a-thing as “Aboriginal culture.”

    “Aboriginal culture” is a false construct, a somewhat pleasing but ultimately stupefying myth. I expect some idiot to tell a reporter someday that he ain’t Cree — he’s Aboriginal! Or she isn’t Anishnabe — she’s Aboriginal!  Or they’re not Inuvialuit — they’re Aboriginal.  When — not if — that happens, I’ll know that we’ll have totally failed as storytellers and artists and playwrights because we haven’t done a good enough job to protect and explore our own cultures. By falling for this one word, we encourage a process that erases our national identities and helps dissolve us all into one big tasteless, meaningless pot of cold mush.

    More than once lately, someone has asked, “We didn’t call it ‘Aboriginal Day.’ We called it ‘Solidarity Day’ or ‘Unity Day.’ When did it change?”

    That’s how it happened. Slowly. Gently. A slight change in the name of a grant form became a nudge toward an annual celebration of generic-hood. The ‘no-naming’ of our individual, multicolored and multinational cultural identities. All it took was a little money to convince us to forget ‘Solidarity’ against colonialism, against the threat of governments’ use of force if we didn’t behave, against the power of “The Man” in Ottawa. Remember that “Solidarity Day” came about because for the first time in a generation, people stood tall and spoke up during a little thing called the “Oka Crisis.”

    A little money and we forgot to stand in unity for our rights, for our existence and uniqueness in this world. Today, there are no Cree, Anishnabe, Pikani or Mohawk powwows or gatherings on June 21. They’re no-name, generic, one-size-fits-all gatherings that celebrate nothing but a day off. It happened without a growl or a whimper.

    This isn’t about race. It’s about culture. Culture — not language or the colour of our skins — makes us different and special. Each and every one of our languages is said to be the key to our very many and separate cultures. It’s our cultures that make “People of Flint” (Mohawk) different from “People of Stone” (Oneida) and different from any of the other independent nations under that umbrella called the Haudenosaunee.

    You may know us as the Six Nations Confederacy.  But you probably also think of us as one, single entity. We aren’t.  We — Haudenosaunee — are very different peoples, with different cultures even though we share a certain linguistic flavor.  We’re different nations united politically under one common law into a confederacy.

    That’s the beauty of culture, you see. I may share the roots of a language with others but remain different. I might not speak my language at all but still be able to appreciate and learn about my culture and what makes it — and me — different from someone from the Prairies or the Atlantic or even my Haudenosaunee brothers, the Seneca. This knowledge gives me the foundation to appreciate my ancestors who made all of this possible.

    Strangely, disgustingly, I rarely hear anyone talk about their nations or their nationality anymore.  They do on the southern side of another great construct called the international border. Down there, they call themselves the “Ojibway Nation of…” someplace, or “the Seminole Nation of…” someplace else.  Up here, I walk into city kids and ask: “What’s your nation?” And they reply: “Aboriginal.” Down there, it’s the Bureau of Indian Affairs but it’s No-Name Affairs up here.

    What if… the Assembly of First Nations passed a resolution to ban the word “Aboriginal” from its lexicon? Would it be so terrible if they used three words instead of one?  What if this same resolution committed the AFN’s band councils to do the same?  Would the world end?

    What if these band councils also committed to stop calling themselves “first nation” and instead they told the truth. For example, what if Pikwanagan admitted it wasn’t a nation unto itself, or first nation, but “part of the Algonquin Nation.” What if Grand River told the truth that it wasn’t “the Six Nations” but only a part of a Confederacy divided by that same international line, or Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) a “part of the Mohawk Nation… Seneca Nation… Onondaga Nation” and so on.

    Yeah, you’re probably right. Technicolour dreaming. Perhaps a first, overly-optimistic step might be a resolution to go back to calling June 21 “Solidarity Day.” This might revive the meaning of June 21 which has become little more than a day off work, a chance to be walking, talking tourist attractions for many, and a time to draw the suckers in for others.

  • REVIEW: “Gordon Winter,” a play by Kenneth T. Williams

    Gordon Winter
    Kenneth T. Williams
    Scirocco Drama
    (J. Gordon Shillingford Publishing Inc.)
    78 pages | 2012

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    Kenneth T. Williams is an enormously talented Cree playwright whose subject material seems intentionally designed to make his audience squirm.

    It’s one of the things I like about his work, particularly his 2011-2012 masterpiece Gordon Winter. The play was performed first in 2011 at Saskatoon’s very clever Persephone Theatre, and later at the National Arts Centre in Ottawa featuring the charismatic Gordon Tootoosis, in what would be Tootoosis’ last stage role before his premature death. Sadly, I missed the stage show. Instead, I was lucky enough to read it, after it was published earlier this year.

    At 78 pages, Gordon Winter crackles with truly uncomfortable truths about the limits of free speech, racism, human fallibility and the limits of our willingness to accept fallibility.

    Gordon Winter is essentially David Ahenakew, a former Federation of Saskatchewan Indian Nations chief, military engineer, education and human rights activist, head of the Assembly of First Nations, and Order of Canada recipient who ended up better known as a reviled and miserably flawed man.

    Ahenakew, you may recall, said some pretty offensive things to a reporter in Saskatoon in 2002 in trying to get a point across about how native people too routinely get the short end of the stick at the expense of more powerful forces. His views led to charges and a conviction (later overturned) for inciting hatred, along with a stampede of people desperate to publicly dissociate themselves from him.

    Williams

    Williams’ play captures some of the distaste many felt by telling the story from the perspective of the (Mohawk) lawyer employed to defend him at trial. In short, she doesn’t like him. And neither do her colleagues and friends.  But his defense is her job. And through the main character’s own recollections, Williams is able to sow, if not precisely  doubt about Winters’ irredeemable bigotry, at least an idea of where it came from.

    The beauty of Williams’ tale is in the way he conveys Winter’s confusion and hurt about how off-the-cuff words he thought were of little importance ended up over-riding every deed he’d ever done. When I read this play, I thought about the stupid things I’ve said in my lifetime.  I thought about ignorance and those who respond to it with zero tolerance. My conclusion is that you should buy the book.

  • National Aboriginal Day: Friend or foe?

    NAD festivities, Thunder Bay, ON

    Today, June 21, is Canada’s National Aboriginal Day. This morning, like most other days, I woke up, made my coffee, and sat down to read the news. The consensus seems to be that today is a day to celebrate Aboriginal cultures and to remember our vibrant history within Canada.

    In the newspapers, stories of celebration and cultural performance encourage all Canadians to learn about us, to let us share our cultures with them, and to celebrate Aboriginals as part of Canada’s strong foundation of diversity. And, like most other days, I also read stories about the ongoing struggles for Indigenous land rights, protection of Indigenous grave sites, and recognition of high rates of violence. Yet I further notice that coverage of these concurrent realities — the celebration and the struggles — seem to be kept very separate, as though they cannot exist together, or are somehow irreconcilable in the minds of Canadians and the federal government.

    The Aboriginal Affairs and Northern Development website declares National Aboriginal Day as kickstarting 11 days of their “Celebrate Canada” festivities. This spirit of celebration and focus on cultural performance is at the heart of this Day’s definition and vision, which seems to encourage a singular message: that Aboriginal people are welcomed into Canada only as dancers, singers and cultural artifacts.

    This vision disempowers Aboriginal peoples’ struggles to gain sovereignty, to settle land and resource disputes, and to define ourselves not as subjects of Canada but as citizens of our own nations, on our own terms. Defining our cultural traditions as merely part of Canada’s history takes away their political significance as our systems of law, governance and identity. This is no coincidence, as the federal government would obviously not encourage a day to support the recognition of Indigenous nations as sovereign entities.

    So what does it mean for us, as Indigenous peoples, to celebrate this day? Are there ways we can re-signify our cultural performances on our own terms, and, in the process, remind Canadians that our songs and dances are much more than just lunchtime entertainment? What does it mean for us to be put on display, without recognition of the struggle it has taken for our survival?

    Where I live, here on Coast Salish territories, we might remind people that local practices like the potlatch were banned under the Indian Act for over 80 years, and only survived because of the resilience and determination of our ancestors to keep our worldviews and systems of governance alive. The dances and songs are inherently politically charged, and are part of our identity as survivors of genocidal policies. These histories cannot be separated from our cultural practices — regardless of the government’s attempts to reframe and recast them as celebrations of Canada’s multicultural history.

    Many Aboriginal organizations and communities use this day as an opportunity to showcase the strength and resilience of Indigenous youth and elders, focusing on their success, agency and vibrancy. In this way, I suppose we might look at redefining National Aboriginal Day in terms that benefit us and our communities. Yet I worry that this only continues to feed into the government message about this day, and the subordinate role we have in Canada’s story about itself as a country without a history of colonial violence.

    And so, for all these reasons, I will not be celebrating Canada’s National Aboriginal Day today. Rather, I will do what I do every day: putting my energy into cultivating the strength, resilience and beauty of our Indigenous communities, and doing so for ourselves, on our own terms.

    I will try to cultivate understanding and education among and between non-Indigenous and Indigenous peoples. I will continue in my efforts to build networks of support and solidarity for the struggles facing Aboriginal communities, all in order to create a brighter future for the generations to follow.

    And I will give thanks to my ancestors for keeping our cultural practices alive despite the government’s attempts to squash them — initially through the Indian Act, and now through the stripping away of these practices’ political significance.

    National Aboriginal Day is no friend of mine. Only when every day becomes a day for the recognition of Indigenous self-determination, and the simultaneous recognition of the harms of colonialism, will I ever be able to truly celebrate.

  • Retired captain: How Northern Gateway may ‘consult’ and ‘accommodate’ Aboriginal interests

    An interesting theory has been floated in the Vancouver Sun by “an 87-year-old retired West Coast sea captain” about the Northern Gateway pipelines.

    In his editorial “Harper gov’t playing ‘shell game’ on pipeline,” Capt. Edward Wray alleges that “the [federal government’s] and Enbridge’s so-called plan” for the ultimate route relies on a diversionary strategy: get people so worked up about the one “egregious and unsavoury” route (ending in Kitimat, B.C.) that they’ll readily settle for another, “safer” option (“most likely” terminating in Prince Rupert, B.C.).

    After making his case for this line of argument Wray layers in another piece of speculation, namely, how Aboriginal interests would fare under this scenario:

    It is my understanding that in order to pass legal muster in regards to passing this [Northern Gateway project] through First Nations’ territory, the government must both “consult” these communities and “accommodate” their interests. It appears this fall-back may be the “accommodation” necessary to meet that legal test, if the First Nations challenge the decision in court.

    Now, in Canadian jurisprudence, the federal/Crown duty to consult and accommodate Aboriginal peoples’ rights under the Constitution and treaties is, shall we say, fluid and evolving. The question is: how vulnerable is this duty to the kind of cynical politicking posited by Ret’d Capt. Wray? Counter-theories and further articulations welcomed.

  • Who are ‘The Enbridge 18?’ A call to crowdsource Northern Gateway’s Aboriginal partners


    This week, the Canadian oil and gas company Enbridge — operator of “the world’s longest, most sophisticated crude oil and liquids transportation system” — released a statement claiming that, with regard to Aboriginal support of the proposed Northern Gateway pipeline project, it has confirmed that

    Almost 60 percent of eligible Aboriginal communities along the [desired route], representing 60 per cent of the First Nations’ population (and 80 per cent of the combined First Nations’ and Metis’ population), have agreed to be part owners of the proposed Northern Gateway pipelines … Half of the equity units taken up went to groups in British Columbia, and the other half to groups in Alberta.

    According to a CBC.ca report, an estimated 18 communities may have accepted the deal thus far. However, when it came to naming those agreeable communities, Enbridge was tight-lipped, stating it is “contractually prohibited from disclosing the identities of our Aboriginal partners at this time. Public disclosure is a matter for individual communities.”

    On one level, it seems that figuring out who constitutes ‘the Enbridge 18’ would be a more or less simple process of elimination. For example, the Coastal First Nations alliance issued a press release just hours after Enbridge did, counter-claiming that

    “[Of] all the First Nations on the pipeline route west of Prince George [that we have checked with], only two First Nations have signed equity agreements,” says [CFN executive director Art] Sterritt … Sterritt says the numbers being bandied about by Enbridge are flawed. “Enbridge expanded its pipeline corridor by 80 kilometres to increase its numbers. Many of these communities that have signed on are located outside of the areas that will be most impacted by a spill.”

    Meanwhile, according to an April 3, 2012 Vancouver Sun article, dozens of BC First Nations “along the pipeline route, Fraser River and coast … [have] signed their names to [the ‘Save the Fraser‘] declaration calling for an ‘unbroken wall of opposition’ to pipelines and oil tankers along B.C.’s coast.” The map shown above (produced by the affiliated Yinka Dene Alliance) depicts the boundaries of that wall.

    That same Sun piece indicated it’s a different story in Alberta, in that most First Nations there “have not said whether they support or reject the 1,172-kilometre pipeline.” The only one prepared to go on the record — the 2,000-member Cree community of Driftpile First Nation — did so to register their opposition to Northern Gateway.

    On the Métis side of things, opinion appears split, at least in British Columbia: the BC Métis Federation shared its “extreme disappointment” back in April and more recently over the decision by Métis Nation British Columbia (MNBC) to sign an equity deal with Enbridge.

    But beyond this, the picture remains incomplete. Which, to me, seems like a prime opportunity for some investigation of the crowdsourcing variety.  That’s where the widely-distributed individual efforts of the many are pooled together toward one goal.

    In this case, my open call for assistance asks that anyone who should happen to live in/near an Alberta/BC First Nation falling within 80 km of the proposed pipeline route (or know of someone else who does) is asked to please confirm/deny whether said First Nation is one of the 18 to have supposedly signed an Enbridge agreement.

    If/when you do, I’d ask that you tell me so in the comments section below; I will draw on them here, amending the master list as I go.