An Open Letter to my one of my former media students from IMAG, now a great visual artist, See on FB

To me Judy, I relate to your story, more in fact that I was called the shitbox, the etc, etc, Tired of the negative aspects of our existence, Your car was a shitbox, but you are a good person, we create negative images within and around ourselves because of the forms of the dime novels of the modernist period, which ironically re-gurgitated back to its early filmic adaptations avec comic movies of this day, la de da! Mine was a "pile of crap", "jezuz Donald u #%#%$# uo again" and we push ourselves into what "they" have painted us for 500 years! Great to see the art today of our contemporaries, emerging and established artists, what does this have to do with my car, naming it, blah blah blah? I attended a workshop Monday with the Rubaboo Festival, and a wonderful lady Joanne Daniels share a wonderful perspective on who we are as people and why culture is so important avec the spiritual and the Cosmological nature of our breathe, our place in the world, and how our breathe is left on our path, intertwining avec ancestors, ancient ones, aho, let it be. So naming our "pony" was essential in our travels to bless our pony, name it because as we are the ones who are able to shape matter, matter exists as a breathe even in the things we create. Thunderbirds, thunder, so deep within the earth's soul and beyond, we as a first people were taught these words long B4 the Old World arrived. As Jesus walked among us, he said I may not come back, because they might kill me, and so it was so. While away Jesus comes back and shows that "they "did kill him, but he will be back soon. Jesus was of many great aspects of the Cosmological beings here and today, and I feel that a great weigh has been lifted off my being, and the car is a gift from the universe for work I have done, and more work that I must do, Spirit Pony I like. Green is a natural colour, don't you thing? Part of the Woodlands, the little people, and deep and around Mother Earth. Deathtrap, well, that's more like the trap door in my opinion, It will happen when it happens, so let’s forget about that till we are dead, then we can stay asking questions , creating spiritual art in the dead zone between life and beyond. Keep up the Great work, Hy hy Miigweech! ;-)

First Nations community struggling with the death of another child

First Nations community struggling with the death of another child
2-month-old child died last November at Yellow Quill reserve
Last Updated: Thursday, January 8, 2009 1:31 PM CT Comments0Recommend3
CBC News
The Yellow Quill First Nation, still coping with the freezing deaths of two toddlers a year ago, is now in the grips of another tragedy involving a child.RCMP confirmed Wednesday that on Nov. 29 they received a call about a baby who was not breathing. Police said the two-month-old boy could not be revived.Police are investigating and a coroner is also looking into the case. An autopsy has been ordered.Meanwhile, a social worker on the reserve has raised concerns about the safety of children in the community.Margaret Roper told CBC News that the latest death is not being discussed openly."This one, I think, was kind of, you know, … swept under the rug," Roper said. "It just seems so weird because, who's here to protect our children?"The results of the autopsy are expected to be available in February.The Yellow Quill First Nation is about 270 kilometres northeast of Saskatoon and has an on-reserve population of 900.My response posted along Web Story
My heart goes out to the community of YellowQuill, The parents of this late baby, and for the soul of this little child of our Creator. B 4 anyone begins their diatribe about the issues of this poor child's death, let us not forget how Canada's 1st. People where pushed into a position of containment, dependency, legislative apartheid, and left with useless parcels of land to live their lives in despondency and worthlessness for just "being". Why the death of this child was not acknowledged is tragic, but when assimilative social mechanisms like foster care, Department of Indian and Northern Affairs, and residential schools are utilized to kill the "Indian" In the child, we as a society are left with the aftermath of a failed colonial system which perpetuated genocide against our people merely because of the colour of our skin, our cultural and hereditary systems, and because we as a 1st people had the best land and resources when the "settlers came to town" to find the Canadian Dream. To acquire said lands and resources, the governments and churches of the day did their best to assimilate the "Indian" into society, residential schools, forbidding to speak their language, distanciation of former residential students from their family and relatives, 2 the denial of acceptance by the general population of Canada as "Indian" attempted to move to urban centres to find work or a standard of living similar to the euro-centric Canadians who settled into a country which was once part of our first people's ancestors. Needless to say, systemic racism grew larger and more insidious as grandparents passed on the racist views of their forefathers to their children and their children's children because of us simple "being". How did this affect our families, our notion of bringing up our children and providing a future to them? Well not very good as we look back at the statistics of Canadian History, U take away a language, a family, a culture, a land, and pushed them into a racist society of devious Indian Agents, uncaring social workers, and a racist population, bent on using any means of persuasion to subdue the "Indian through alcohol, racist laws, and arbitrary beatings and violence, then what does the Native individual take back to his people; Shame, worthlessness, violence, incest, and no sense of value to oneself because the assimilation and apprehension policies of Canadian Society worked in killing the "Indian' in Canadian society and Canadian History.
Donald Morin, ba