A Wandering Gypsy
...In my fatigue
I could not fight away the hurt images
and their mean touching
they liquefied in my heart
like colours, my clothes, myself
“It Takes The Racism Out Of It”
...I was a teenager exploring my own tiny pockets of courage to face the TV cameras in my feeble protests at Calgary School Board meetings a
What Can a Fifty Seven Year Old History Book Tell Us?
...In reality there are no Nootka people. The name was a linguistic misunderstanding by Captain Cook.... the people were actually shouting u
Aboriginal Suicide
...The number of people able to live from the resources of the territory varied with factors such as productivity of the land or water in an
Bruno's Passion
...“I didn’t stop myself. I felt like a force was pushing me from behind. I just went with it until I was standing beside that facilitator.
