Gerald Taiaiake Alfred

I love the idea behind Marianne Nicolson’s piece, Wanx’id. The hidden meanings and subtly inscribed knowledge contained in our traditions of thought and speech and ceremony should never be presented facilely or made accessible to every gaze cast upon them. In mainstream aboriginal art, this is all too often the case. As I see it, Nicolson’s work is about authenticity and import and utility on our own terms and for our purposes, not to satisfy someone else’s needs and expectations. It also points to the fact that some cultural boundaries are there for good reason.

I fear that too many artists and writers today see their work as being part of a service industry, satisfying consumerist impulses and providing non-aboriginal society with a connection to the land it occupies and to a history and a culture it doesn’t itself have. The galleries, boardrooms, public spaces and living rooms of Canadian capitalists, increasingly stocked with pricey and technically brilliant aboriginal artwork, to me evoke the spirit and intent of the old British trophy room, overflowing with impressively arranged artifacts of conquest. As in past eras of colonialism, having these things in one’s house or on one’s body signaled not only ownership of the object itself, but possession of that culture and those people.

Being colonized means that you are not your own person, and that what was formerly yours has become the subject of another’s desire and authority and had its meaning absolutely transformed. It is nothing less than the loss of control over who accesses your knowledge, your culture, your land, and your body—and for what purpose. Your world and your self are assimilated as property into the regime of another’s power. This is what Canada means in its past and present for us.

The adoration of aboriginal art today doesn’t signal a sudden moral enlightenment on non-native Canadians’ part, nor does it mark reconciliation or the dawn of a post-colonial era. Quite the opposite. It betrays the desperate need on the part of the larger society to create some legitimacy to their existence on this land amongst people whose survival and re-emergence are obvious reminders of the crimes, frauds, and abuses that form the foundation of this country. There are plenty of people producing artifacts and artful products for this market, but the true artists among us are not feeding the colonial ego or servicing capitalist desires: they are teasing out and communicating ideas on what it was and what it means today to be Indigenous in the midst of capitalism. Derivative carved façades and rote repetitions of old songs and dances and visual forms are not really art, and to people who care about the survival of our people they are ultimately useless.

I think art becomes meaningful when it is part of a process of a human being/artist striving to excavate ancient and suppressed memories and working with them to regenerate and reinscribe our presences on the landscape. Notice I didn’t say cultural presence. That’s because I am not talking about striving for mere cultural recognition or working to facilitate understanding across cultural boundaries. I am talking about the land and other creatures and the spiritual forces that make up our world, what all of these have to teach us about being human, and once again taking up our responsibility within this confederacy of beings.

Wanx’id speaks to closed spaces of refuge where immensely skilled and hugely accountable teachers work with meticulous care to pass on this crucial wisdom. It is truly Indigenous. It is not concerned with impressing those expecting to be impressed, or translating meaning to those who assume they have a right to know everything. In conceiving and executing her work, this human being/artist has made a strong statement against aboriginality as a placid and cooperative posture.

Our art is our life, and to me the power of Marianne Nicolson’s work is not on display in drawn designs or shaped forms. What makes her an artist in my mind is her conscious engagement with the elements of her people’s culture and their homeland. The pieces of wood, the paint on rocks, the arrangements of light all form a constant chronicle of her continuing journey as a person striving to be a true human being. The works are affective and beautiful. But her art and that of any artist is her journey and how she makes us think and feel about our own lives. In this sense, her work is a powerful teaching to those of us who are struggling to find ways to regenerate ourselves and to reestablish our presence in these homelands of ours, now called Canada.

Source:

UBC Museum of Anthropology, Border Zones Exhibition
http://www.borderzones.ca/features_nicolson.html

An Open Letter of Apology

I want to apologize to members of the Native Youth Movement (NYM) and wider community of Indigenous activists and scholars for producing a research paper that was very colonial in content and form. I did a disservice to the NYM, Indigenous community and myself by producing a piece of work that was disrespectful and inherently a piece of falsification despite my good intentions, because of my ignorance at the time. I don’t want to make excuses; I wish I had done this work very differently.

The paper I wrote was a BA thesis on the NYM and related Indigenous activist scholars from my own perception. It was called: A Vision of Decolonization: an Analysis of the Native Youth Movement from Western Canada.  I was supervised by two non-indigenous people with academic knowledge of the field of nationalism with extremely limited experience in working directly with Indigenous communities I was holding as research objects. Despite their good intentions and support of Indigenous rights, I messed up. That is very much the problem. I held the NYM as an object instead of allowing members to actively participate in the shaping of my project, and I did not in any meaningful way allow members to participate or critique my work. I failed in any meaningful way to have a participatory project. I was not pushed by my supervisors to use an ethical methodology and was myself too ignorant to look for one. Afterwards I publically presented my work. I apologize for all of this.

My project consisted of using internet and written sources that were publically available through Redwire and Warrior Publications, as well as using books from Indigenous scholars that I located. However, I used these sources in an ignorant, Eurocentric and disrespectful way that highlighted conflict and manufactured disrespect. I had no understanding of the human relationships underlying these writings. I insulted people I meant to build relationships with. This project was an absolute failure and injurious to actual people.

I want to specifically apologize to Taiaiake Alfred and Gord Hill for representing them without their consultation.

I didn’t really realize this until I took an Indigenous research methodologies class at University of Winnipeg and reflected on being called out by two Indigenous activists. It clicked in my head and I felt like an idiot. I also feel like my whole schooling is based on this injury and my presence in an Indigenous MA program based on this horrid previous scholarship. If I had never taken this program, I do not think I would have ever realized my faults in this case. What is worse is that I have waited so long to actually account for this, until the pile of uninformed actions and misbehaviour in my life is reaching a threshold. The positive is I can now begin to make amends.

In the future if I am to do research again and actually include Indigenous communities, I want to be supervised by Indigenous scholars. I will make sure any research on a community involves participation and consent of the community based on decolonizing and Indigenized research methods.

I’m willing to redress what injury I have caused, and I would value being contacted to put that into action. I want to build solidarity and a decent working relationship for the future with NYM members and other Indigenous activists, so that my existence in non-indigenous activists groups will not be a burden to organizing against colonization.

Alex Paterson

alexrevpaterson@gmail.com