The Indigenous stories we would rather be telling
What would our stories look like if, just for a little while, we stopped telling them for other people and instead told them for ourselves?
BY ROBERT JAGO
Another Indigenous man was shot and killed by police a few hours ago. He was the ninth Indigenous person to die at the hands of Canada’s police forces since COVID-19 reached the country in January. People were worried about what the coronavirus would do to reserve: as of today, Indigenous Services Canada reports that six people have died from COVID-19 on rez—a third fewer than have been killed by police or after police encounters.
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“So let me get this straight,” I said, pausing to light a cigarette. I’d decided to take a break from my break from smoking. Something about being called in on a case in another country—one that, up until two days ago, I’d known only ambiguously as the origin of my deadbeat dad—had led me to it.
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There are maggots inside my gloves—this I discover after a few minutes of wear, when I get a prickly feeling in my fingertips. I quickly take the gloves off, flip them inside out, and rinse them in the river. I’m making my best effort at being tough and unflappable because I’m out with the Stó:lō fishing fleet, and fishers, as a rule, are tough.
Header image The Paradise Syndrome, Voyage #36 (2016), by Sonny Assu (sonnyassu.com). Image courtesy of the artist.
"I inherited a set of spiral-bound navigation books from my grandfather, which are often used by mariners to plot their course of travel on the water. My grandfather didn’t have much use for them, mind you. He knew the waters of the inside passage like the back of his hand.
"Pre-contact, the Ligwiłda’xw, the Kwakwaka’wakw, and the other Pacific coastal First Nations once had full reign over their respective territories. As I looked over these charts, reliving my childhood on the water, I couldn’t help but think of what the government had left us and what harm that has done. Scanning the vast land and water base, I saw the origin place of the Ligwiłda’xw and was able to trace our move south. I saw where the Ligwiłda’xw once gathered food. Where the Ligwiłda’xw gathered in times of war, and in times of ceremony, with their neighbours. The coastal First Peoples once had vast networks of trade, communication, and kinship. In the end, the wave of colonialism relined Indigenous nations to the confines of imposed boundaries, only visible and enforceable by settlers with magic eyes."
Editor-in-chief Robert Jago (pun intended)
Supervising editor Hamutal Dotan
Art direction Meredith Holigroski
Digital production Angela Misri, Phil James
Editorial support Tajja Isen, Samia Madwar, Carmine Starnino
Head of research Erin Sylvester
Fact checkers Allison Baker, Sejla Rizvic, Nicole Schmidt, Amy van den Berg
Copy editor Jonah Brunet
The Walrus thanks David and Natasha Sharpe for generously supporting Terra Cognita and Indigenous storytelling.