Out of the belly of Christopher’s ship
a mob bursts
Running in all directions
pulling furs off animals
shooting each other
left and right.
Father mean well
Waves his makeshift wand
Forgives saucer-eyed Indians
Red coated knights
gallop across the prairie
to get their men
to build a new world
Pioneers and traders
and Rice Krispies
Civilization has reached
the promise land.
Between the snap crackle and pop
and multicoloured rivers
swelling with flower powered zee
are farmers sowing skulls and bones
pulling from gaping holes
green paper faces
of smiling English lady
in which they trust
breathing forests and fields
beneath concrete and steel
stand shaking fists
waiting to mutilate
ten generations at a blow.
Somewhere among the remains
of skinless animals
is the termination
to a long journey
and unholy search
for the power
glimpsed in a garden
This poem offers an Aboriginal view of the colonization of Canada. I find it accurate (and horrifying!) And the frenzy to extract resources has not abated in two hundred years. How appalled First Nations must be, having been respectful caretakers of the land for ten thousand years, watching its swift destruction. To Aboriginal people, Mother Earth is a living being, to the settlers a fount of resources to be extracted. I feel this poem deeply. Our garden is in distress, Mother Earth crying out to us in all of her voices. But who can hear, midst all the fracking, chain saws and drilling?
Born in 1948, Jeanette Armstrong is of Okanagan Syilx ancestry. She has lived on the Penticton native reserve for most of her life; she raised her children there. Ms Armstrong is a fluent speaker of the Okanagan language, and has studied and practiced traditional ways under the direction of Elders. Her first poem was published at age fifteen.
The author is the great-granddaughter of the First Nations novelist Mourning Dove.
A spokesperson for Indigenous peoples’ rights, and an award-winning writer, novelist, poet and activist, she has always sought to change deeply biased misconceptions related to Aboriginal people.
Her powerful poem titled "Indian Woman" does just that. I had a hard time choosing between the two, but if you would like to read it, click on the link. It is a beauty.
Since 1986, Ms Armstrong has been the director of the En'owkin Center, a cultural and educational organization operated by the Okanagan Nation. In 1989 she helped to found the En'owkin School of International Writing, which is the first credit-giving creative writing program in Canada to be managed and operated expressly by and for Native people.
Ms Armstrong is a Professor of Indigenous Studies and a Canada Research Chair in Indigenous Philosophy. This appointment in 2013 came with an annual award of $100,000, for five years of research and documentation of Okanagan Syilx oral language literature, indigenous knowledge that has been largely inaccessible till now. Ms Armstrong has worked with fluent language speakers to document knowledge of Syilx governance, land use and health, to make such knowledge more accessible.
“I am extremely passionate about Indigenous research that advances knowledge and will better guide environmental practices,” Ms Armstrong has stated. "I’m a harvester, all my family are hunters and gatherers. Traditional people continuously practice that. It’s not something that is a was culture; it is an is culture, and restoration of that culture is part of the work that I do. The major part of the work that I’m involved in -- I guess it’s called activism -- is trying to tell people there’s a better way here than what’s going on out there. So that’s the work that I do."
Such an accomplished poet, and person. Wow. "There's a better way." That's for sure!
Ms Armstrong published two children’s books in the early 80’s, Enwhisteetkwa (or Walk in Water) in 1982 and Neekna and Chemai the following year.
Her first and most famous novel, Slash, on the topic of racism, was published in 1985. It explores the history of the North American Indian protest movement, in a racist North American society.
Other works include her book of selected poems, BreathTracks. Her short stories have appeared in anthologies. Her second novel, Whispering in Shadows, traces the life experiences of a young Okanagan activist woman.
Ms Armstrong has also produced such critical works as The Native Creative Process and Land Speaking.
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Good morning, friends. I hope you enjoy meeting this wonderful poet and activist. I will be without access to internet from 8 a.m.until afternoon, but will pop back in to respond to comments as I am able. Have a wonderful morning.ReplyDelete
If all history / sociology texts were written in THIS language, fewer students would lose interest, more research and valuable discussion and lively debate would be sparked, and (hopefully) the world would be a kinder, more empathetic and less exclusionary place.ReplyDelete
I wish / hope I could write like this.
What a wonderful poem – and poet!ReplyDelete
The poem, colonization in a nutshell is written with a grieving heart. Thank you for the post.ReplyDelete
Very poignant, moving, and very sad poem! Thank you, Sherry, for bringing it forward for us to ponder today.ReplyDelete
What an accomplished poet! Her words hit home with lamenting the violence that is, sadly, now a shameful history.ReplyDelete
Our real history needs to be taught in schools. Sadly, many First Nations people live in unacceptable conditions, many without even clean drinking water. Talk of reconciliation is empty until such situations are rectified. I think we should aim for restoration,then reconciliation might follow.ReplyDelete
Thank you for introducing me to this poet and activist. I hope a positive change will come.ReplyDelete
I found both poems impactful and poignant and sad - articulated in a voice that is authentic and true. And your narrative, Sherry was very compelling. Ms. Armstrong has lived a life distinguished by activism, authorship and accomplishment. That she has done so in the face of prejudice, systemic neglect and political fraudulence is especially admirable.ReplyDelete
Thank you, for sharing her voice! She needs to be heard~ Her passion is a beacon of light! I need to go read her other poem-thank you.ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by, my friends, to appreciate this amazing woman. We are a world in need of Truth Tellers, and thankfully their voices are being heard.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed the poem and the background to it and the poet. It's wonderfully interesting to see things through the eyes of different cultures, especially ancient ones that would otherwise fade away.ReplyDelete
I'm so late with this comment. Friday came and went outside my awareness. I've been sleepwalking lately. But I'm glad I came here today, somewhat awake. You've chosen a perfect and beautiful poem. I wish I'd written this too and hope that we learn from the lessons of indigenous people. There must be something within us that connects us to all living things. I hope, wish, pray we connect our Mother Earth.ReplyDelete