Before you read any further on understand the content is triggering not only for you but imagine for myself. The lesson each time I’m triggered by my own content for me is to debrief in a safe & supportive environment. I know this process, yet the anxiety of it makes me forget. I realize I must debrief. Life is too short not to debrief about such emotional constructs. Understanding that this process is a form of self-love, self-compassion for oneself,
· We
shared the land with all our relatives as we were part of this ecosystem in
Alberta, and we were not colonizers, yet. As in human history, all humans who were once
conquered like the Romans who conquered England who in turn, England became the
greatest colonizers in this century. We as indigenous peoples of the Treaty
Seven Territories did not feel the sting of systematic racism until two hundred
years after our eastern indigenous brothers and sisters in Ontario and Quebec. This
is why in western Canada; we as indigenous peoples call on our ancestors as a
form of educating others as to what it means to be stewards of the land called
southern Alberta. We continue to practice our oral history using our indigenous
land acknowledgement as a form of story telling to educate those who came into
our territories to make this land their home.
· We
as indigenous people grew up from our biological mother the earth. As she
provides everything that we need to share with our relatives. We were raised to
believe that everything has a spirit and everything around us has a purpose and
a spirit to guide us forward until we are called to take our journey home into
the Great Mystery Creator created for us all.
· We
as indigenous people feel accepted, we feel a connection with our people. An
example of these connections, I use what happened to me yesterday a artist
friend died in Toronto after a short illness. His mother told me sixteen days
ago her son was dying. Yesterday she asked me to inform as many people as
possible he knew in Calgary of his passing. I felt accepted, humbled, and
honored to fulfill this wish from his mother and his community. When we honor
our ancestor’s, as my friend transitioned from that of having a human
experience into becoming one of our ancestors, we do this knowing these
ceremonies and ritual for him will take on a life of its own.
· We
honor our ancestors by acknowledging treaty 7 territories by continuing our
oral history through these land acknowledgements.
· Treaty
#7 was signed in 1877 between the crown and the Blackfoot Confederacy (Si ha sa
pa), Stoney Nakota (Ho he) and the Tsuutina First Nation. Treaty Seven included
the Blood Tribe Kainai (Guy-neye), Piikani (Bee-gun-nee) and Siksika (Sig-sig-ga)
First Nation. The Blackfoot language is a member of the Algonquian language
family. The Stoney Nakota Tribes (E-a-hay) includes the Wesley, Bearspaw and
Chiniki (Chin-i-kee) First Nations. Nakota is a member of the Siouan language
family. Tsuutina (Soot-tin-a) is a member of the dene language family.
· I
also acknowledge the Metis Nation of Alberta. I also recognize those who live,
work, and play in Treaty Seven as we are all Treaty Seven People.
My name is Marina Ann Crane, Hapan Kinyewakan,
Winona Kinyewakan, PowwowKazawee, the way my parents and grandparents named
first five as follows: Caske, my older brother who was first born boy, Hapan,
is me, second born, a third child, Hapstin,
is my sister, a fourth child, Catan is my brother, and finally Wihake, my
sister a fifth born. After the fifth child parents name their children the way
they wish as the sixth was born in the Spring, the seventh was born in the
fall, and the last was born on New Years Day named after a dead relative. My
late mother’s maiden name, Kinyewakan, meaning “Flying Holy” & my dad’s
mom’s name Dowan, meaning “To sing.” My pronoun is a Hapan raised with
responsible of my birth order. My matriarchal lineage takes me from the land of
Oceti Sakowin, camps of the seven council fires: Dakota, Nakota, Lakota. Seven of my eight great grandparents come
from one of these lineages apart from the eighth coming from the Cree of
northern Alberta.
1.
Sisithunwan, (Dakota) Dwellers among
the old fish bones,
2.
Ihankthunwan, (Dakota) Dwellers at the
end of the camp circle,
3.
Wahpethunwan, (Dakota) Dwellers among
the leaves,
4.
Mdewakantonwan, (Dakota) Dwellers at
Spirit Lake,
5.
Wahpekhute, (Dakota) those who shoot
among the leaves,
6.
Ihankthunwan, (Nakota) Younger
Dwellers at the end of the camp circle, Bear’s paw, Chinkiki, Wesley tribes
belong to the group,
7.
Titonwan, (Lakota)Dwellers on the prairie;
Oglala, mnikhowozu, oohenunpa, Sichangu, sihasapa, hunkpapa,
I was born on the Oak River Indian Reserve now
called Sioux Valley Dakota First Nation during a minus forty below winter
storm. I was home birthed by two of my Dakota grandmother. My grandfather’s
mother, Emma Campbell, an English colonial name was from Mankato, Minnesota.
All her siblings, under the age of five fledge into Canada when her and her
family of five escaped from the largest mass execution in USA history. My
mother’s mom’s family name was Wasicuna, meaning “Whiteman.” My lineage comes
from the Sioux tribes that escaped and were exiled into Canada. My ethnicity is
93% indigenous to North America, (4% Germanic, 2% Norway, 1% France, 1%
Northwestern Europe) My Status Card claims me as being enrolled as a voting
Nation member of the Tsuu Tina First Nation’s community of Treaty Seven. The
colonial construct policies meant to divide indigenous peoples did their job
well. Having spoke fluent Dakota Sioux until I went to Day School, I lost my
ability to speak Dakota; I was raised listening to various languages of the
Treaty Seven area.
As a child, growing up in Tsuutina (Sarcee), I
grew up around horses, snaring rabbits and eating off the land. I rode bareback
on horses, sometimes with a saddle when my step-grandfather, the late David
Crowchild, allowed me to ride his quarter horse. It didn’t really occur to me
just how much riding experience I had until, after talking to my Dakota
relative during the Calgary Stampede, telling stories around rodeos. I just
assumed every Dakota rode horses. I grew up around cowboys as my late father
and uncles all rodeoed. Apparently, I was wrong. I grew up seeing most of my
friends compete in barrel racing and I drove my friends to rodeos with a horse
trailer in tow. It is a part of my life that seems so long ago. I fluently
played basketball into my thirties. I loved bicycle riding and would ride a
hundred miles a week. It seems like another lifetime ago. Imagine this
lifestyle is so far removed from where I am today.
Paradoxically, as I started to heal from
intergenerational trauma, white supremacy based colonial governments deemed
inherent rights, two spirited, 2SLGBTQ+, murdered and missing indigenous girls,
indigenous women as invisible (non-human beings rather animalistic). We are at
the bottom of the Canadian socioeconomic ladder. Historical gendered based
violence, land theft, mass incarceration, racial injustice with the health
system and in the police forces. The crisis of mental health for indigenous peoples
is triggering to an already vulnerable population. Indigenous, black, and racialized peoples continue
to advocate for an attempt to work within these systems. We as indigenous
people of the Treaty Seven Territories are babies compared to experiences of
our eastern brothers and sisters, as well as black and racialized peoples.
Systemic racism meant to harm me and my community
before my birth. The gender violence
towards indigenous girls and indigenous women was declared in Ottawa as a
National Crisis, in 2023. My blog, started in 2011, “Buyer be aware, the world
is smaller now” is a documentation of this violence towards indigenous girls
and women, as taught to me through my own family experiences and my own lived
experience. I thank you, who hold space for myself and my ancestors’ stories.
In open public forums, such as this, I acknowledge that the roles of my
parents, grandparents and all my ancestors. Encouraging reconciliation for all
sides as its vital in peace keeping.
As violence disrupted our way of life throughout
our history, so it continues, as an imposed reconciliation takes place without
a safe and supportive environment. If we do not fight and heal from white
supremacy more innocent people will die, not from riots but from mental health
related issues. Such as we as indigenous people in the Treaty 7 territories are
experiencing this summer with an epidemic of our youth dying from drug overdoses.
So where do we start and how does its finish is based on educating ourselves
about anti-racism and equity and indigenous history of Canada. Understanding
the new terminology of our indigenous youth is important for they are the ones
for are our most vulnerable. As there is a serge too or call it a renaissance
of young indigenous artists from all indigenous tribes emerging all over the
world who have found tools to heal. We must hear these voices if we as the race
of human beings are to survive this climate change.
· Wopida
Mitakuye Oyasin (Thank you! We are all related)