"I DO NOT WISH TO CELEBRATE CANADA STEALING OUR LAND."
"That is what Canadians will be celebrating on July 1,
the theft of 99.8% of our land, leaving us on reserves
that make up only 0.2% of the territories given us by the Creator."
- Art Manuel -
I Know You're Sorry
By Leonard Sumner
All is not forgotten
When someone is forgiven
Words I say to soften up
The hardness that I'm livin'
I hate to say indifference
Is becoming my religion
But I haven't learned to pray
In ways to satisfy tradition
When I think about identity
I think about my language
And how my folks were taught
It would be to my advantage
To learn a foreign tongue
They could not foresee the damage
Damn shame when it happens
you don't — see it til it passes
So where's all the support
For Anishinaabemowin classes?
left no room for us to practice.
And I really wish I could adjust.
I really wish I could have just
Listened with my heart and not my ego
I was fragile
Conditioned by the world to think my culture wasn't passed down
But I learned the generosity
It's in my genealogy
So fuck all the bureaucracy
And keep all your apologies
I know you're sorry but...
You're more lost than me
Your land's across the Ocean
and I'm right where I should be.
I reckon this damn nation
Will force reconciliation
Down the throats of our survivors
And the people it's displacing
I know you're sorry.
And now you call on me
To fix the broken hearts
Created by your policies
These are the things that I think I know
I am but a leaf on a tree that grows
With roots in the ground,
Like a seed that's sown
In the dirt of the earth
Is where I was born
And it's where I will return
When this journey ends
And I've earned what I have learned
So tell me to get over it
I'm so fuckin' over it
Steal everything in sight
And teach me 'bout -private ownership
Bleach everything you like
And preach me 'bout pride of ownership
Leech my inherent rights
And tell me that I never owned this shit
As generations pass
You'll act as if you never noticed it
While there's kids committing suicide
As a way out of the hopelessness
I know you're sorry.
You say you're not to blame.
Fill your heart to brim with guilt
But not an ounce of shame.
Break branches off our family trees
And tell us times have changed
But the focus of this genocide
At root remains in tact,
So instead of killing Indian kids
Why don't we kill this Indian Act.