Low D wrote:[Police in Winnipeg, Manitoba (geographically speaking, the centre of Canada) shot 3 First Nations citizens (incl 2 teenagers) in a 10 day stretch. 2 deaths, 1 teen has survived. Another First Nations teen shot in November after a robbery (survived). In some senses this is nothing new via-a-vis racism & Indigenous peoples in Canada, but it's also getting way too little attention in the rest of the country because COVID.
And yah look, some of these people had weapons, but the stats are clear - white perps get shot less, get convicted less, get out on bail more, spend less time in prison. The real story is Canada's long history of colonial racism and GENOCIDE and multi-generational trauma. Meanwhile, our "Liberal" government is still fighting paying reparations (court-ordered compensation) for children & families who were caught in Klanada's genocidal schemes.
So yeah, i guess the theme of these last few posts is don't believe all the hype from Michael Moore & John Oliver etc when they compare the USA to us... I mean, obviously we're better, but that's a pretty low fucking bar.
I had friends as a teenager who are Native American. One group were active members of the same tribe while the other side of the family were separated from the tribe and had a cattle ranch. Both families lived on reservation land.
It was completely isolated and really had its own set of laws as far as committing a crime, so long as you got back to the reservation with the goods, LOL. Stealing a car was not far fetched at all. I’ll just say that it was the late 80’s and everything that went with it.
Obviously the feds would come in for anything too serious.
The thing was, my friends were absolutely fucking crazy. The one cousin would do things like tap people in parking lots with her car if she felt like it. Pedestrians, not other cars. The other cousin had real violence issues, like someone who had grown up in abuse and didn’t know anything else.
My crazy friend who liked to drive into people had a younger sister who robbed a drug dealer and eventually committed suicide up at the fancy Indian Casino. As her family were estranged from the tribe they didn’t receive any profits from said casino.
My other, violent friend is an artist who has had work in the Smithsonian in DC. So that is a success story.
I remember his saying that he never belonged at the reservation and still felt like an outsider when in a more urban environment. He definitely identifies with his indigenous culture but being stockpiled in the middle of nowhere is not what any young adult wants.
My other friend (whose sister killed herself) did receive decent education grants and had an adorable studio blocks from one of the poshest beaches (Mitt Romney owns a house there) in California. We would go to the rich people’s Safeway and I would steal the place blind, of food. Adult me knows they were just letting the pack of freaks get away with it.
There was definitely an attempt to keep alcohol away from households at the reservation. It seemed the same as in other underprivileged areas, Mom and kids living in the Grandmothers home. My friends Mom was very anti alcohol, and seeing the higher level of crazy it brought out in her son and nieces, I get it. Though we did exactly what every other American teens do, got drunk and high.
I know we did plenty of stuff that my Caucasian self was able to speak to police about with just a small threat of being locked up, though they never bothered. But I know damn well my multicultural friends got a whole other kind of treatment.
The tribe whose land I stayed on opened a casino that eventually went bankrupt because it was just a little farther than all the others. They attempted to do an online casino that the Feds shut down while shaking down other tribes casinos for a cut.
Anyone that claims they never did a damn thing wrong and all these multicultural people got what they deserved have zero self awareness and an inability to recognize cultural bias or read the statistics that reflect reality.
I had a white American History professor in college who only taught us about Native American studies. I can’t say that I retained enough of that information. It was great though, he had all these portraits and would bring his guitar and I guess sing us Native American songs. He’d stamp some tests with a buffalo head or something and if you got a marked one you’d get a full size Kit Kat bar. Random.
Just emailed Mr. Moore this morning about something. I have a family connection to a personal associate of his and whatever people may think of his work, putting his name in the mix elicits a mega response.

It surely does.
I loved
Roger & Me, Bowling for Columbine and Sicko. Who else was even broaching these subjects (on such a large scale) before him? The scene in
Sicko where the man who’d had an accident with his hand and the surgeon or whoever asks him to pick one finger to save. OMG.
