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neechees · 7 months
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Colors of Native American cinema (from a tiktok trend~) edited by me.
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piizunn · 2 months
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not your founding father (mouthpiece)
My thoughts on Louis Riel being named first premier of Manitoba.
Taanshi kiyawow, Riel dishinikashoon. I descend maternally from seven Métis families from the historic Red River Settlement in Manitoba and Batoche, Saskatchewan. Notably, my Berthelett ancestors worked for the North West Company and were community leaders in the Métis settlement of Pointe a Grouette before it was systemically overtaken by French settlers who claim we formed no roots in the area (St. Onge). My Caron ancestors from Batoche fought in the North West Resistance alongside Louis Riel and Gabriel Dumont. My fifth-great-uncle Jean Caron Sr. fought alongside his sons at the age of 52; his house still stands in Batoche to this day, where thousands of Métis make pilgrimages every year to remember the events of 1885. 
What do you know about Louis Riel?
I can only read his words and imagine what guidance he would have provided had he lived longer than 41 years. Or imagine myself in his place as he walked to the gallows on November 16th, 1885. As a child when I visited Manitoba my grandpa and my kokum would take me to visit his grave, just as they did with my mother, who named me ‘Riel’.
We are inextricably linked through time and across our homelands. What’s in a name? Unasked for? Not yet earned? I do not yet know who I am to my people but I carry an important name and the trickster’s spirit, and with these comes the responsibility of understanding and revealing cultural and societal truths (Stimson).
I am still growing into my name
Today I am a mouthpiece
An interpreter of the past
What do you know about the trial of Louis Riel?
July 31st, 1885, Riel gives his final speech. Historical weather data shows that it was a hot day in Regina. Cooler than the days before but still hot with the swelter of the plains. He spoke long, in English, not the language of his birth.
“The day of my birth I was helpless and my mother took care of me although she was not able to do it alone; there was someone to help her to take care of me and I lived. Today, although a man, I am as helpless before this court, in the Dominion of Canada and in this world, as I was helpless on the knees of my mother the day of my birth. The Northwest is also my mother; it is my mother country and although my mother country is sick and confirmed in a certain way, there are some from Lower Canada who came to help her to take care of me during her sickness and I am sure that my mother country will not kill me more than my mother did forty years ago when I came into the world, because a mother is always a mother, and even if I have my faults, if she can see I am true, she will be full of love for me.”
“When I came into the Northwest in July, the 1st of July 1884, I found the Indians suffering. I found the half-breeds eating the rotten pork of the Hudson Bay Company and getting sick and weak every day. Although a half-breed, and having no pretension to help the whites, I also paid attention to them. [...] We have made petitions, I have made petitions with others to the Canadian government asking to relieve the condition of this country.”
“We have taken time; we have tried to unite all classes, even may speak, all parties.”
“During my life I have aimed at practical results. I have writings, and after my death I hope that my spirit will bring practical results.”
“When we sent petitions to the Government, they used to answer us by sending police [...] There are papers which the Crown has in its hands, and which show that demoralisation exists among the police, if you will allow me to say it in the court, as I have said it in writing.”
“If I am blessed without measure I can see something into the future, we all see into the future more or less.”
“The only things I would like to call your attention to before you retire to deliberate are: 
1st That the House of Commons, Senate and Ministers of the Dominion, and who make laws for this land and govern it, are no representation whatever of the people of the North-West.
2nd That the North-West Council generated by the Federal Government has the great defect of its parent.
3rd The number of members elected for the Council by the people make it only a sham representative legislature and no representative government at all.”
“I have never had any pay. It has always been my hope to have a fair living one day. It will be for you to pronounce - if you say I was right, you can conscientiously acquit me, as I hope through the help of God you will. You will console those who have been fifteen years around me only partaking in my sufferings. What you will do in justice to me, in justice to my family, in justice to my friends, in justice to the North-West, will be rendered a hundred times to you in this world, and to use a sacred expression, life everlasting in the other.”
What do you know about Louis Riel?
I have done this walk in my mind so many times that I have lost count. Historical accounts of the day note that it was a chill, clear, autumn morning. The prairies stretched out, silver frost bathed in sunlight. He faced it all and was brave until the end. Despite reports of it being destroyed, former premier of Manitoba Duff Roblin and his family, and the RCMP gloat over the supposed fragments of the rope that hanged the traitor, and I wonder how long the rope would be if you lined up every single scrap of twine rumoured to be the noose that killed Riel?
Does it make you feel less guilty to call him a founding father? Canadians are only able to remember him through his murder and not through his words that can still animate his presence. Written words and objects once owned are ghosts, extensions of our bodies and spirits. When I read his letters and journals I see the urgency in his penmanship, and I think about the sweat and invisible oils of his skin becoming a part of each page as he wrote and wrote and wrote. I wonder where each journal travelled with him during his exile, and why he chose each book. There is one with an illustration of a guardian angel watching over two children, and I wonder if he thought of himself as one of them being shepherded through life by his ancestors. 
Canadians argue about whether or not Riel should have been hanged instead of talking about what he had believed and said and accomplished, and what he wanted to do with the rest of his life had it not been cut short. 
No one talks about his dreams or his fears, and he did not live long enough to answer the question of if he would have wanted to be revered as the first premier of Manitoba. Or, in response would he ask for clean water for all, to stop the sweeps, and starlight tours? Would he ask for the Winnipeg police to search the landfills for our murdered women instead of brutalizing and killing us? Would he call for an end to all colonialism and genocide? Or would he simply ask for a place to smudge and be in peace for a while?
When we send petitions to the government they still answer us by sending the police, before turning around and calling Louis Riel a founding father (Riel).
Canada cannot answer these questions for him by giving him that title posthumously, only sit with the discomfort of blood-soaked hands, and wonder how different things would have been had that sacred fire not been snuffed out in 1885.
I cannot answer these questions for him either
And I am still growing into our name.
Works Cited
Riel, Louis. Excerpts from his final statement in court on trial, July 31st, 1885
Stimson, Adrian, “Buffalo Boy: Then and Now.” Fuse Magazine, vol. 32, no. 2, 2009, pp. 18-25. 
St-Onge, Nicole J.M. “The Dissolution of a Métis Community: Pointe à Grouette, 1860–1885.” Studies in Political Economy 18.1 (1985): 149–172. Web. 
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intothestacks · 1 year
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Whenever someone says representation isn't important...
...I flashback to this time when I mentioned to an Indigenous (Blackfoot) student that I'm the Brazilian equivalent of what Canadians would call Métis (part white, part Indigenous).
Their face lit up and they were so excited that I was Indigenous too that they ran off to tell their friends. They didn't even care that I was Indigenous from a different continent.
So tell me again representation doesn't matter.
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I GOT MY METIS IDENTIFICATION IN THE MAIL LET'S GO BESTIES
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atheostic · 9 months
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Fatty Legs: A True Story - Canada
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The moving memoir of an Inuit girl who emerges from a residential school with her spirit intact.
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darknightwolves · 2 years
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Had a lot of fun on my field trip today! Sadly I didn’t get to have a secluded picnic like I originally planned due to the growth of plants, but still had a lot of fun beading and reading in the sun! And yes, I did bring my laptop with me on a day in nature🖋 Tags: #MacSkimmingPark #Macskimming #FieldTrip #Forest #Beading #Reading #Summer #Writing #FirstNations #Metis #Inuit #Indigenous #FNMI #Native #Nature #MiddleOfNowhere #Earth #MotherEarth #TurtleIsland #Author #PublishedAuthor #CanadianAuthor #TeenAuthor #FemaleAuthor #FantasyAuthor #DarkFantasyAuthor #Writer #Ottawa #Ontario #Canada (at MacSkimming Outdoor Educational Centre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyzjtkLSiV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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aresmarked · 1 year
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Could I ask for something with Dur-nar? I'm always a fan of your ficlets!
Small headcanon that arose on seeing Dur-nar's last name.
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She keeps her sacred bundle wrapped the way her Nohkom taught her, a second cloth keeping it in shadow and separate from the rest of her possessions.
When she had been in the army, she'd contemplated passing it on, the thought growing wider on her shoulders every time her superiors had sent her and her people.
But here at Rhodes the thought of transfer, while present, is less cold in her mind, especially as she watches Frostleaf's quiet face, the young fox listening raptly as she sings and reveals it to the light.
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fagmyers · 2 months
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i hope that this doesn't sound too pedantic, i am not upset with you or anything i just wanted to respond to your question about the tag, which is really the least of Indigenous issues, however it is still something to consider in your personal life. it's important to consider your own use of language surrounding hunting, adding a content warning implies that there is something negative about our hunting practices. tagging a post as "hunting" is understandable and if anyone is anxious about hunting as a whole they likely avoid that tag as a whole. and they can and also FNMI stands for First Nations, Métis, and Inuit, please include all of us in your language.
tumblr is so bad and buried this message from me, THANK you sm for responding and elaborating a bit for me! i really wanted to get the full picture of what my language was doing and how to avoid it in the future! that makes perfect sense to me and I absolutely will move forward in this way online (irl I never really censor talking about hunting or anything like that and it honestly never comes up in my circle/location). I appreciate your time and effort to respond so kindly to me <3 TYTY!
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pochunts · 2 years
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KIANA MADEIRA GIF PACK
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— ✰ on the page linked below in the SOURCE LINK, you will find ( TWELVE ) hq gifs of KIANA MADEIRA sourced from her role as NORA in AFTER EVER HAPPY (2022). kiana is 29 but was 28 while filming this movie. she is of portguese, unspecified FNMI ( first nations, métis, or inuit ), black ( unspecified ), and white ( irish ) descent, so please cast her accordingly. all gifs were cropped at 245x145 and were made from scratch by feifer for roleplaying purposes only. therefore, i am taking full credit for these. DO NOT: add these gifs to any other gif hunts, gif sets, edit, redistribute, claim as your own, use in real-life celebrity rps, smut rps or for smut writing. DO: please give this post a like or reblog if you found these useful or have any intention of using these.
warnings/triggers: Alcohol (beer), food, kissing.
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neechees · 9 months
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What a Cree Bride May Have Worn - 1880's.
[image description: semi realistic flat colored, digital drawing of a light brown skinned Cree woman with dark brown hair in braids, a cream colored tanned hide dress, who is leading an American Paint horse by a lasso. The Cree woman has two large dots of red ochre painted on the apples of her cheeks, and single line of red ochre across her forehead. She has 4 lined tattoos running down her chin, and to lines extending outward to make an inverted "V" from the corners of her mouth. Her braids are tied off with circular conch shell ties, and she wears a beaded blue belt with red triangular detailing, a blue beaded necklace, and a bone choker with red beads. She has red and white moccasins with a long, fringed dress, with red pigment yoke painted onto the dress, and blue and white quillwork underneath. She has a Hudson's Bay blanket over her right shoulder. Speech bubbles pointing to the relevant details are as listed in bullet points below. end image description.]
Weddings usually were not as formal, big events in Cree culture, but there were some formalities and gifts that were exchanged, including what's depicted here.
Horse: marriage dowry. She was gifted a horse in exchange for marriage. All horses belonged to her.
red ochre makeup, for special occasions, and chin tattoos indicating status as a married woman.
newly made moccasins and a blanket: gifts from her intended. She was gifted the moccasins alongside the horse.
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piizunn · 11 months
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pro pelle cutem (2023)
a pelt for a skin. are we animals to you? a skin for a skin.
collage of found images and text, personal writing
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intothestacks · 10 months
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Adventures in Librarian-ing
Happy belated National Indigenous Peoples Day! (It was on the 21st of June and I'm posting on the 25th)
We had a bunch of activities at my school until noon, all with the participation of Indigenous people (as is only right, of course).
We had an activity on the school field where older kids were taught how to build a tipi, there was bannock, a "games of the north" event, dancing shows, drumming, and an activity about ribbon skirts.
The ribbon skirt thing was originally going to be an activity with a ribbon skirt-maker, but they had to cancel last minute, so I was put in charge of the activity. It was kind of a rainy day, so instead of doing an activity outside I played a video of a readaloud of a book called My Ribbon Skirts and then the kids got to design their own ribbon skirts.
I had a parent volunteer helping me who's Indigenous (Cree from Manitoba) dressed in a ribbon skirt her sister had made her, so the kids got to see one close-up and ask questions about it.
Some of the boys were unenthusiastic about designing a skirt, so I asked her if there was an equivalent for boys they could draw and she said "Yes! Girls wear ribbon skirts, and boys wear ribbon shirts, so you could design that instead!"
The boys were much more enthusiastic after that. :)
P.S. For anyone wondering, if you're Two Spirit (very roughly the equivalent of being trans in Canadian First Nations cultures) you can wear whichever you prefer (many wear both at the same time, which must look super rad).
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loveaankilaq · 2 months
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You might already know this just from your own experience as an arctic ndn, but I've heard over the years (and kind of observed) that Inuit are & were sometimes racialized to be as "Asian" instead of "American Indian" especially back in the day, and sometimes in old cartoons you see of racist caricatures that were usually given to East Asian peoples (typically Chinese specifically) also apply and were represented in Inuit caricatures, like yellow skin instead of the usual red skin they gave other, more Southern Native Americans. I do believe this is also part of where the term "FNMI" (First Nations, Métis, Inuit) comes from in Canada, because Inuit are essentially classified as like... not Native American, even though for a large part, other First Nations also consider Inuit to be First Nations/Native, and they are. It's from a White, colonial line of thinking.
So I think Hawke saying "Inuit aren't Native Americans" is essentially from this line of thinking, even though it literally doesn't make any sense.
Yeah, I def know of that way Inuit get racialized as Asian instead of NDN, esp Alaskan Natives. There are some aspects to it that aren't divorced from reality at least in the fact that there's Yup'ik in Alaska and Yup'ik in Siberia, or how some Alaskan tribes got separated from each other from US/Russian borders. I too have Yakut ancestry, but regardless of some cultures being shared between Siberia and Alaska that doesn't make Inuit, Iñupiaq, Yup'ik, etc not NDN because we still are, by definition, American Indigenous. I feel like anyone who tries to claim Arctic NDNs as Asian are doing something race-sciencey where they claim that we must be because we "look" Asian (whatever that means) so I shouldn't be shocked that Hawke of all people would fall back on that belief considering everything about vaem.
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The Marrow Thieves - Canada
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In a futuristic world ravaged by global warming, people have lost the ability to dream, and the dreamlessness has led to widespread madness. The only people still able to dream are North America's Indigenous people, and it is their marrow that holds the cure for the rest of the world. But getting the marrow, and dreams, means death for the unwilling donors. Driven to flight, a fifteen-year-old and his companions struggle for survival, attempt to reunite with loved ones and take refuge from the "recruiters" who seek them out to bring them to the marrow-stealing "factories."
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