hi tumblr. i know i’ve been m.i.a. i just need to vent a little bit and this is where i used to do that so i’m gonna do it.

i went to a pocluck this wknd that turned into kind of a callout of light skinned poc and the discrediting of their experiences. obviously i get this is real and that the experiences of light skin poc are not the same as the experiences of dark skinned poc. colourism is real. i fully recognize i might not always get read as native / that i get read as native more when i’m with my girls / that at times i get to choose to identify as native. that said, dang the conversation was homogenizing and problematic.

the experiences of light skinned natives are totally different contextually than that of light skinned / mixed race poc vs. darker skinned poc and Black folks. especially in western canada. also, this is where i’m finding a huge tension of poc organizing. poc organizing is supposedly about inclusion based on experiences of racialized folks. so, what about light skinned natives and metis folks who don’t identify as “poc” because they aren’t “of color”. so many poc events keep getting organized with the homogenizing call to solidarity around being a “person of color” but totally negate these experiences of Indigenous peoples. also, when i’m in these groups talking about these nuanced identities, why am i (or an Indigenous perspective) always silenced? this is something that’s really weighing on me: poc spaces are straight up not for Indigenous people.

i’m all about solidarity but it does very little for my own emancipation to attend a poc event and discuss heavily for 3 hours the implications of chinese colonialism and diasporic identities. these conversations are so important and i of course want to be witness to them and support asian folks in my life the best i can. but, how is this an emancipatory movement when it only centres the voices of a select group of people it supposedly represents.

also, the shaming that happens in these spaces towards “bad poc” is so next level. bad poc are folks who are shamed because they aren’t as politicized about their racial identities. this is so fucked. who are you to prescribe to other folks how they should enact their identities.

similarly, it’s really frustrating for me to see poc talk circles around anti-Black racism while talking over the token few Black folks in the room. that’s another thing, how are you even going to pretend that the experiences of Black folks are even close to that of “poc” and why are we even meeting if the voices of Black folks aren’t centered in these conversations.

also, poc spaces seem ready and willing to break down anti-black racism but i have never, ever once had a meaningful conversation in these spaces about settler colonialism that wasn’t immediately derailed.

other things: still so much bs misogyny no one ever calls out in poc spaces. poc organizing homogenizes in the way that it fails to call out gendered oppression within structures of race. i’m constantly (and uncritically) being put in spaces with anarchist bros and abusers.

just because someone identifies as being racialized doesn’t mean our struggle is the same. just because someone is white or a space is white isn’t enough to discredit it. what are the actions of that person or place. i’ve existed in white spaces that felt safer at times then poc spaces depending who is there.

i have amazing badass friends who identify as poc, who i’ve learned so much from, and who i care for deeply. but poc organizing doesn’t seem to be my, or my nitisanak, movement. it’s not emancipatory to me for many reasons (ie, creating poc solidarity doesn’t get me my lands back, doesn’t end the brutalization of women in my community) and until poc organizing is accountable to that, i can’t really engage with it.

rubber—chicken:

fucknomontreal:

Woman plucks and eats raw bird on Montreal Metro (still not as bad as people who take Arby’s onto the airplane) (CBC)

ETA So it seems she’s from Nunavik and can’t understand the commotion as this was basically just eating preparing a snack. Which, okay, fine, to each her own cuisine/culture/concept of personal space. But this is still somewhere between clipping your nails and eating an egg salad sandwich within two feet of any stranger.

check the notes for white people shitting themselves over an inuk woman doing inuk things in the city.

check the notes for reasons why Aboriginal people, especially inuit, have difficulty settling in urban areas, especially Montreal, where they are chastised for their differences and treated like neanderthals because white people “dont get it”.

check the notes for reasons why i hope my cousins never move to Montreal.

I ACTUALLY read a youtube comment that said “im a vegetarian, i dont believe in killing animals, this is so wrong -chokes on white tears-” fuck outta here with your colonial bullshit, if your ancestors didnt kill animals you never wouldve been born. at least thats the case for me. i’m a vegetarian who eats country food when its offered. i dont eat white people meat. but i dont sit on my pedestal and scrutinize white folks and ask them if they thanked the creator for their quarter pounder with cheese.

fuck this. fuck it all. i hate this place.

Edmo Tumblr folks, come to this party I’m co-organizing!! Reblorg, invite cool peeps, etc.
https://www.facebook.com/events/1494140217469982/

Edmo Tumblr folks, come to this party I’m co-organizing!! Reblorg, invite cool peeps, etc.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1494140217469982/

baapi-makwa:

miikawaadizi (she is beautiful in Ojibwe)

baapi-makwa:

miikawaadizi (she is beautiful in Ojibwe)

(via baapi-makwa)

hi tumblr i kno i’ve been on hiatus buuuuttttt …

do i know any photographers on here who live in EDMONTON and who might be into helping with photobooth at an event i’m co-organizing? we could talk about an honorarium. here’s the event:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1494140217469982/

also also, if you live in edmo please just come to the party. it’s going to go off and i’m the most excited! when we first posted the event there were so many white tears which we gave zero fucks about.