Healing The Past

I am in my Golden Years…For a quarter of a century,I am have been on a beautifull journey of being a native artist…a native storyteller.Luckly for me,I have had the teachings of my traditional native elders,women and men,who shared the teachings with me.As a storyteller,whether threw my art,poems or speaking,my role was only to share the stories.I dislike modern politics on every level,I am not a activist,on any level…I am a storyteller! My journey is to share my stories and the stories of others.Never to point fingers and pass judgement,hate or anger,only try my very best to share the stories as I was told or what happened to me personaly.I can say that my journey has been very rewarding and totally fullfilling…The travel,experiances,the life transformations,reconition of my work,so much more…I am humbled and gratefull,for the beautifull people I have met,friends I have made and the memories I will take with me…My journey is far from over,just on another level…aho

 

 

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As a First Nation person of Canada,for my adult life,I wondered if a leader would do what the Honourable Justin Trudeau,our prime Minister of Canada did.He stood up at the United Nations(UN) and told the world of the dark past of Canada.Of the treatment of First Nations people threwout Canada threw it`s history.He helped me personaly because I never thought this would happen in my life time.He did not get the true reconition he deserved for the courage this took,to be humble and tell the truth,to the world…So,I thankyou sir…All My Relations…

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” Listen to my drum weep…”

As I beat and gentlely sing,a honor song

Of days gone of the past,of all the wrongs…

Children,family and culture,forever lost

All for the land,the riches,done at all cost…

I sing of lost love,so many lost empty years

Not of anger but grief,a silent river of tears…

I cry for the elders,our men,our women

All those parents,relatives,not forgotten…

The beat of mother earth,the sacred drum

Beats for the hundreds of millions,I am one…

From creator,ancestors and all living things

The healing,begins and comes,deep within…

So to all my relations,today,past and future

Listen to my drum weep,to honor,to endure…

All My Relations…

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“What is commonly known in Canada as the “60`s Scoop”, is when well over 150,000 native children were forced out of their families, communities and were put into the foster care system. Today, many of us are now searching for our families, culture and our human rights. This process began long before the 1960s. Not to paint the canvas like all foster parents are bad, many really do care about our children, I personally was one of the luckier ones, even though my childhood was difficult. It is about the children, that they like to say have “fallen through the cracks”. The sense of loss, not belonging…of feeling ashamed of the color of my skin and all the mental, physical, and sexual abuse I suffered as a child. I did not break my “secrets”, until my mid 40`s.This is the dark history of Canada, that our government’s, churches and RCMP, that is only now being addressed but the whole system has to be reformed and restitution has to happen for the First Nations communities throughout Canada. In the 1920s the Indian Act was legislated into the Canadian Constitution. Within this process, many of our human rights were taken away through the assimilation process. By Canadian law the federal government, the provincial governments, could come into our communities and take our children away. Our parents had no legal way under the constitution to keep their own children.

Many of the treaties before the Confederation of Canada, and the promises given to First Nations People, have never been kept by the federal government of Canada. Now is the time when all our peoples, status, non status, and Metis/Mixed Bloods, need to unite as one people.This is all about the future generations and the future of our great nation of Canada, to show the world that we live in a just society.The history of Canada, we are a multicultural country where people from all over the world come to live to have a better life. Many of them came from dictatorships, poverty, loss of their own human rights in their own countries. Over the years I have personally met thousands of Canadians from all nationalities and spiritual beliefs, that love Canada as much as we do. It is time to stop the process of assimilation that has been forced upon aboriginal people throughout Canada, we are the only culture within Canada where these laws apply. Many wonderful good hearted citizens of Canada are not aware of this, it is time….. I believe my role as a native storyteller/artist/speaker,is to be a children’s advocate for First Nations Children, which is commonly known as the “60`s Scoop” process, to have our human rights as each of our fellow Canadian citizens have.As of April 14th,2016,the Supreme Court of Canada,officaly,made all non-status native and metis people,threwout Canada,legally reconized by federal law,as a indian…

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As a native artist,for my personal feelings/healing,I had to paint this piece.I knew I painted it for a reason not really sure where it might end up but knew it had to be painted…I am both proud and humble to announce,” In Memorial…” has found it`s new home,The Downtown Eastside Women`s Center,in Vancouver,British Columbia,Canada.

I started my art career in Vancouver back in 1992 but I was also aware of the missing and murdered women in the downtown eastside long before I started my art career.I knew many people,not only women but some men also,who were trying to imform this siduation to the general public.Unfortunately,being the missing were ladies of the evening,no one payed much attention in the beginning.But after a number of years of protest marches,media interviews it then became a national story.This lead to other cities and communities threwout Canada,to talk about there missing and murdered native women and children! ”

The meaning; Yellow background represents healing…The eagle spirits,represent,the spirit of the native women…the question marks represents,those still not found or thier cases unsolved…This is for those missing and murdered,the relatives,friends lefted behind to mourn and to the people/workers on the ground,who never stopped looking…

I give it as a gift,a native traditional teaching…It will hang in the Vancouver Downtown Eastside Womens Center,for all to see.I have given them full permission to use the design for posters/media,fund raise…I only want to promote it as a painting that I am very proud of that I painted….All My Relations…

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” Shattered Dreams…”

Was a matter of time,I would find the courage and the words,try to express.

So Many questions and given no real answers,I was only a child but it is a test…

My shattered dreams,hidden within,seemed like forever,so it seemed.

Now I can speak freely and openly,the time has come,to tell of my shattered dreams…

The one thing as humans,we all have in commen,is this,silent feelings,buryed deep inside.

So much pain and sadness,for such a young child,to endure or try to hide…

Unspeakable siduations,abuse of all kinds,from the people we believed,who were there to protect us.

Our protectors,teachers and family and friends,people we thought we could trust…

Healing is a journey,not a destination,memories are there,not forgotten,only hidden.

So many perfer to sweep it under the rug,to hide thier dirty little secrets,what is not right but forbidden…

Dedicate this poem to all who have experianced or been threw this process…past,present and future… Love and Peace

IMG_2730 A preproduction of a photo,of my natural blood family.My only photo…All my uncles and aunties,grandparents,with my mother,Nora Poitras,standing behind my grandmother…priceless…

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