Like American blacks, Palestinians, South American and African peasants and tribespeople, and of course, women, the Left’s primary tactic is destroy their well-being, break their culture, atomize and isolate them. Then promise to help with taxpayer money, which never arrives, and is repurposed to destroy more vulnerable communities. For 150 years, we’ve tolerated this. No more.
Jamie’s and my settler family carries within it four Indian bloodlines: Mohawk, Blackfoot, Assiniboine, and Metis. My first ancestor in Canada came up from the States during the Revolution mad in love with one of Joseph Brant’s daughters, Brant at the time, leader of the Five Nations who sided with the British during that war. He, a Phelps, became such an advocate for Indian rights he had to be smuggled out of the country because the British were going to hang him. My great-aunt married an Olympic rower from the Blackfoot tribe, Jamie’s great grandmother was Assiniboine, critical to his great grandfather’s success as Emperor of the Peace fighting the Hudson’s Bay Company. Jamie’s son has Metis status through his mother.
I recount this because what I am about to say brings about in Canada, ruination.
To continue: my great-grandmother’s cousin was Canada’s famed Mohawk poet, Pauline Johnson, through that Mohawk marriage, and when Pauline was dying of breast cancer, she and her fellow Canadian Club members nursed Pauline, buried her, and raised funds for her statue in Stanley Park. Natives, prior to the post-war invasion of the country by the vicious Frankfurt School so aptly identified and described by Michael Walsh, here and here, was not perfect, but it was staggering towards acceptance and integration.
How times haven't changed.
Today, if you protest the current catastrophic regime and have anything that can be taken away, it is taken away, and your family are labelled racists. Tenured professors who raise any objection are disgraced. Any journalist who asserts inconvenient facts is slimed. Any public intellectual who attempts to turn the tide is sent to the margins and silenced.
Many of the current activists for native rights are relatively new to the country, and have little grasp of history other than the straight-up Marxism taught in schools. Because Canada is so thoroughly anti-business, agitating for government money is pretty much the only growth industry, and Canada’s natives are a rich fat pie that seems unending in its ability to feed the bureaucracy and the advocacy outfits – there are hundreds - that seek more and more and more guilt money from the Canadian people.
Not one of them seemingly ventures into a native reserve to experience the results of fifty years of Trudeau Sr’s native policy and talks to the people there. Of the 700 or so Indian “nations" -- this moniker a laughably Marxist ploy in itself -- few of them even have vegetables. I have spent nights on a reserve up in the north where stodge is the only food. Potatoes fired in oil that has been in use for weeks. Gristly meat. Stale Wonderbread. Recently $8 billion was given to natives because despite the budgeted $200 Billion over five years given to Indian Affairs, in a country with more water than any other country on earth times ten, Indian reserves have no clean water.
Stories are told in my family, of Mohawk camping on the kitchen floor, leaving in full dress and full war cry in order to thrill the children. We have lost this connection to a great and fascinating people, marooned on rotting reserves, a crime caused by a vicious socialist government using vulnerable people to steal the nation's wealth.
I have been on a reserve where the houses are rotting from the inside. Everyone is sick with mold illnesses. Because Canada’s socialists have deemed that natives have no property rights and are therefore not, in fact, fully people, they can’t even legally fix their own houses, not that they have any money but from whoring and working as check-out clerks. You cannot start a business. You have no equity to borrow even $1,000 to start a business. Canada’s socialists have decided that Canada’s natives are the ideal citizenry, passive, dependent, degraded.
Other reserves I’ve visited abut enormous wealth, from which Indians are constrained. Every activity they undertake requires a permission slip and money from whatever sleazy bureaucrat supervises them, owns them, farms them. Their reserves run to brush and fire fodder, while across the road, fields and forests produce incredible riches.
PM Stephen Harper: sorry about that.
It is de rigueur for any visiting dignitary, like the current Marxist pope, to apologize for the legacy of the residential schools. Two summers ago a graduate student found what she claimed was evidence of 200 buried bodies near a decommissioned school and the news rocketed around the world. Her science was called into question. The native tribe near the school refused to exhume the “bodies,” largely because if the bodies did not exist, and finding nothing would stop the current shake-down. The actual legacy of the schools was mixed, but entire generations were educated, and there are many successful graduates, who attempt to moderate the madness. They are silenced.
Crime, alcoholism, prostitution, murders, child deaths abound on the reserves. Activists have seeded so much anger and hatred that virtually no clear path out of endemic poverty exists. An ersatz democracy means there are elections, but they are clan based, which means the biggest clan always wins and then it seeks to disempower its rivals. On reserves you can tell who the Chief is: he has the big house, the $100,000 truck. His people? Rotting shacks and bangers. If you aren’t in the right clan, you have to hitchhike to the city for cancer treatments, as the uncle of a Salish friend of mine did until he died.
There is, of course, a solution. I have spoken to native chiefs in the Oil Sands and in Alaska’s Prudhoe Bay, where the tribe or band has been woven into the oil extraction process. Success is immediate, and ongoing. These men are so enthusiastic, they are giddy, which, if you know a native, is… unusual. They crow about the young people on their reserves that go on to serious graduate degrees, to hope, to family formation, to their own houses. There are such success stories across the continent, depending on an enlightened chief, a non-vulture enlightened capitalist enterprise. And courage to face down the blight of government.
And then there is Clemtu. When I visited, I spent a day on the spotless fish farms managed by First Nation youths, who were, again, giddy about the opportunities the farms gave them, the promise of their futures, their plans for more education. The next day was spent in the conference room with the chief, the hereditary chiefs, and representatives of five American environmental NGO’s who were trying to convince the band to shutter the farms, and serve as “watchers” for any “industry” in their region.
Back in the chief’s office, after the rich outlanders, who arrived in a $750,000 vintage yacht, had been treated to hours of deliberately convoluted ancestral memories, the chief pulled a checkbook toward himself and started signing.
“You know what’s the best thing for the self-esteem of an Indian?” he asked me. I shook my head. “A pay check."
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Elizabeth Nickson was trained as a reporter at the London bureau of Time Magazine. She became European Bureau Chief of LIFE magazine in its last years of monthly publication, and during that time, acquired the rights to Nelson Mandela’s memoir before he was released from Robben Island. She went on to write for Harper’s Magazine, the Guardian, the Observer, the Independent, the Sunday Telegraph, the Sunday Times Magazine, the Telegraph, the Globe and Mail and the National Post. Her first book The Monkey Puzzle Tree was an investigation of the CIA MKULTRA mind control program and was published by Bloomsbury and Knopf Canada. Her next book, Eco-Fascists, How Radical Environmentalists Are Destroying Our Natural Heritage, was a look at how environmentalism, badly practiced, is destroying the rural economy and rural culture in the U.S. and all over the world. It was published by Adam Bellow at Harper Collins US.
It is impossible to overstate how badly this needing being said. I can feel my cortisol rising. It’s so indescribably evil that toxic socialists have taken the least interesting aspect of First Nations and turned it into a hammer to wipe out all the most fascinating parts.
I’m going to try and find the clip of a CBC reporter who forgot the cardinal rule: ‘don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.’ She thought she was being so clever interviewing a woman living on a North SK reserve by leading her on the colonialization and residential school topic. The woman came back at her with ‘yeah, that’s all we hear from the men around here who keep getting drunk and landing in jail. All they do is blame residential schools and colonialization. They never have to take responsibility.’ The CBC reporter nearly fainted.
Another great read Elizabeth. Thanks. I was in church this morning discussing curent affairs with some friends. We were all astounded that the corruption and pilfering of assets happens now right in front of us. No shame. No accountability. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. I believe the pen may be a precurser to the sword. At some point we will reach that tipping point and all hell will break loose. I struggle to visualize a peaceful resolution.