Our voices communicating honour for all life, the sound of our singing drums, the sight of our people dancing, the power of our circles and our growing pride are apparently terrorizing Canadians. This according to a definition of the word “terrorist” as presented in the Sun newspaper and posts by Ezra Levant.
But when I look at our drummers and dancers I see no sign of suicide belts nor do I see anyone loading planes with cluster bombs destined to be dropped where children play. It is not complicated, to me a terrorist is someone who terrorizes others. Martin Luther King was seen as a terrorist by millions of Americans. How wrong they were. Today, Barrack Obama is the president of the USA. It never would have happened had King not been born.
Over 50,000 First Nations children died in Canada’s Residential Schools, dead from neglect as plagues overtook them, murdered by sex crazed perverts or driven to suicide by monsters who attacked their spirits. Many of the little ones, if not all of them, died in a state of terror, the hand of love too far away for the dying children to reach out to. Sir John A. MacDonald, the hero of Canada, wanted to “kill the Indian in the child” and if the child died during the transformation, who would care? Certainly not the Canadians living at that time. And the Canadians of today, they cannot even muster the strength to go there, so unspeakably ugly is this chapter in Canada’s history. Somehow however, many Canadians will still rally around Ezra Levant and join him in his condemnation of the First Peoples as terrorists. Such people are so out of touch with their spiritual beliefs that they are blinded to the harm they do to their souls when they stand at the side of a hate monger and cheer him on.
Our brave Aboriginal people went overseas to fight against oppression. They sacrificed their lives to save the Jews of Europe from the grips of those who were perpetrating acts of genocide against human beings. But were the First Peoples here at that time not also oppressed? Was the storm of genocide not also raging on this continent in all First Nations communities not all that long ago?
The First Peoples call their home Turtle Island. And the turtle they speak of to describe their home is a gentle one. A gentle turtle will rest on a rock surrounded by calm waters. It will sit on a long dead tree limb decaying in the water after a storm has removed it from a tree of the nearby shoreline. The gentle turtle teaches us to honour peace and tranquility. It teaches us that in life we must take time out from our chores to ponder what is sacred to us and that it is a natural thing for even the most passive among us, to be protective of what God has given us.
I do not know Ezra Levant. I am not aware of his spiritual beliefs. I know only that I have never harmed him. To him, because I am a supporter of Chief Spence and Idle No More, I am a terrorist. How he could insinuate such a thing is beyond my comprehension. I wish he would come to my table and feast with me on moose stew and wild berry pie. His opinion about the First Nations might change because of the encounter. If someone reading this has contact with Ezra Levant, then please let him know he is welcome in my home. The gentle turtle, which is Turtle Island, directs me to do this.