Finding Ancestral Home Lands: Only to Discover Colonial Treaties

Finding Ancestral Home Lands: Only to Discover Colonial Treaties

I recognize the moment I first went home, onto my ancestors home territory, after learning of the displacement so-called Kanata forced into the home of my Grandmother, removing her three sons and one daughter (my mother) from her Indigenous care, a Grandparent and Hul’qumi’num women I will never know on a personal level, remains the most difficult experience I have ever done: despite the surreal fact that I quit using crystal meth, quit smoking pot, quit drinking alcohol, quit using drugs in general and mostly, I quit smoking cigarettes. Going home remains one of the hardest things any Indian can go through. Lots of questions with little answers to the pain we each witnessed on a daily basis growing up under white occupation, growing up and overthrowing racism.

I have heard “we must make Canada a better place” or even “British Columbians must protect our water, our ocean, our lands” and these resources have become quickly colonized without many realizing what expansionism really is, these places cannot be possessed so wrongfully from a privileged “I was here first” attitude. Furthermore, announcing that so-called Kanata to be somehow much worse in the year of 2014 than it was say 500 years ago, to the Indian faced against a white privilege face to date is widely misjudged. For this is exactly why the so-called forefather’s created so-called Kanata: in the eyes of expansionism; to expand the British Empire in the glory, in the name, and for the purest of the evilest intentions to a known terrorist named “free enterprise” also known as “capitalism”.

The idea of consumerism is to obtain things and money from the Mother, Earth movers like mountain top removal, tar sands mining, mineral mining, creek/river water company’s and colonial band politics for many corrupt officials’ holding their peoples hostage. Indeed, greed is horrible, the polar opposite of the consumer mind is all about learning the concepts of greed-greed is built to take and abuse Indian land and to maim and alter Indian law all in the name of the Queen, all in the name of progress, I mean after all, “It’s just good business”.

Industry, corporate, governments, all concepts of corruption that throws money at the problems from oil spills, liquid fracked gas “accidents”, outdated green, yellow and red light operations for said energy companies, systems of protection are being abused and yet everything is magically fixed by passing or erasing a bill…meanwhile homes, lives, and property are at its greatest loss when up against the war waged running freely from law in the oil businesses junkie veins hooked on injecting bitumen, crude, tar, oil through pipelines on our Mother Earth: they have quietly made her addicted to this wayward concept of energy as we all blindly drove to buy gas, get to the store just to obtain GMO foods and devour farmed salmon like we do religion…we are fracked! Such “high valued” energy companies remain armed to the teeth with capital soaked deep in their drug addled veins and pockets lined with lawyers like lint running freely.

Money is essentially law; crack, cocaine, and meth have become crude, oil, fuels like gasoline and diesel, plastics, man-made clothing materials, drug addiction is now about the countries of the so-called United States of Amerikkka and so-called kkKanata stand idly by as the planet dies from the blood thirsty ill-natured methods to slaughter the lands to get at the gritty tar sands and inject this sand into a different type of needle: pipelines. The papers we read within constitutions protecting human rights, federal and provincial and international laws are merely created thusly so governments can then force the Indians, and grass rooted peoples, in to the courtrooms and even those are kangaroo court schemes in the first fucking place; each hand of law built so Indian and grass rooted peoples become financially ruined…unless hope prevails and such corrupted systems are pushed so far, they each become bankrupt and we can pray, awake to fight another day.

I move on to a concept of treaties with a country or countries rather that are both birthed from a fallacy of Judeo-Christianity and its view of indoctrination. Wrongful land acquisition that Indian peoples are Heathens, Godless and primitive; since Native societies did not and still do not acquire land over profit, hatred slowly consumed the lands. Native peoples carry an idea to work with people, work with the lands, against is only an idea for corruption, greed, lust for more, Native peoples acquire what is needed to survive and nothing more than what is needed.

The act of disbanding hereditary leaders, displacing Native peoples from their homelands and allocating corrupt officials in the band offices suddenly utilizing treaty negations with so-called Kanata to “prove” these lands are ours is war against Native villages. Natures Law is a principle that stayed with the ancestors for millions of years; throughout the lands of Turtle Island, a call to return is voiced and many do not wish to go searching for home. I realize a silent war has always been upon us since 1492; when madness flowed into the rivers of our minds and corrupted the foundations of a holy practice to be and keep human qualities close to us. Somewhere hidden in the forests of our souls, awaited in the echo of self-actualization within each of us is our strength to return home.

Reuniting with lands we were all separated wrongfully from, looking to stay with our spiritual concepts to salvage Mother Earth from her captures of white governance: A system of capitalistic ideologies that consumes a Natural Law that kept lands clean and holy. Treaties of nobility like the Six Nations are an understanding I have yet to research fully. In my head I hear “colonial treaties” and think: we are doomed if we allow colonial treaties to dictate “what is mine and what is not” in terms of a people from nowhere
that dominated and wiped clean their own violent histories of Indian genocide, ecocide, residential schools, Indian hospitals, 1960s scoops and racially based judgement from white privilege. I say to the corrupt officials and elected band leaders on the reservations that we watch our lands dwindle into nothing and our culture is slaughtered so men can get rich and fat of off the death of our Mother.

 

I end this with a poem:

 POEM 1

“If anything, I go to learn”

 

I go and learn how

Colonization is, well

It’s slow and quiet

Brutal and colourless

 

He slithers

He creeps

Soils seeps

She weeps

 

Her decree

Her command

Creators Design

Not Mine

 

Blood of tar runs deeply

Soon corrupting cheaply

Tumble and fumble

Indian villages soon crumble

 

Lurch the church

Upset the status quo

Most say hell no

In toe is a system that must go

 

The dawn of autonomy

Is upon us

The era of autocracy

Is to be burned

 

The world sees a surprise

Indian Nations shall simply rise

Mumble and stumble

Immortalized jumble

 

The lands are about profit

Nothing more than profit

Margins soon breached

Many preached and preached

 

Boundaries wrongfully placed

Ancestors doomed and disgraced

Former glories go unseen

History is scattered and tattered

 

Cultures mixed and sewn together

I find an eagle feather

Create space to pray

What else is there to say?

 

Voices in the wind voice

Protect Mother Earth

Her first duty to entrust

I must, I must…I must