Laws of Matriarch

I had a dream, a vision woven with the threads of our struggle to protect the land, a path that carries a heavy cost. I saw the faces of many, and I knew that lives may be lost in this fight. In my dream, there was a white woman, self-absorbed and ignorant, who clung to the lie of the Indian Act—that we are lesser, that we are children who should remain wards of the state. This is the belief held by her people. I watched as she fell, a harsh lesson written in the fabric of the dream. We will face great loss, but in that loss, I also saw a transition—a fight for the future. A young Native man approached me at a place of reflection, where I sat as an elder, worn from the weight of so much loss. He was well-dressed, exuding strength and respect. He shared with me that the people were waiting for a crucial decision, a moment that would determine whether the laws would change to honor our Aboriginal laws or continue down the path of white law. In that moment, I felt my spirit rising, as I ...