Fort Carlton - site of Treaty 6 signing. |
The second item may be the toughest
for—in my case—all of us who live under the Canada/First Nations
accord that we call Treaty
6. It requires change. Not just superficial, surface change but a
fundamentally-new way of doing politics that allows and/or forces
change to happen. Figuring out how to do that is the challenge.
I live in a settler’s
community—Rosthern,
Saskatchewan—very near two reserves: Beardy’s
Okemasis and One Arrow. There is regular, if distant, interaction
between the settler folk and their indigenous neighbours, but it’s
primarily commercial: some residents of the reserves shop in
Rosthern. On the cultural, social level, there’s not a lot going
on. The question is, should there be, and if so, would it even the
playing field for indigenous families, or just put it on a friendlier
basis?
To some people I meet, this is key.
I’ve come to disagree. It’s essential that our day to day
commerce be fair, friendly and that it respect the dignity and
autonomy of everyone, but that isn’t key; it’s only essential.
More an outcome of equality than a prerequisite for it.
The key lies in the guarantees for
everyone that we “settler folk” have long taken for granted:
decent housing, water, education, health care, etc., and access to a
fair share of the resources that are required for quality life
circumstances. Turns out that the treaties signed by the crown and
the First Nations although well intended, were short-sighted. They
should have ended with a rider that would say that adjustment of the
provisions of the treaty would be commensurate with changes in
population and needs from time to time.
Let me explain.
The treaty specifies “reserve
land in the amount of one square mile per family of five,”
and I doubt that the size of reserves has been seriously adjusted
with population increases, or whether the “family of five”
stipulation has ever been revisited in any meaningful way. In other
words, the provisions of the treaty were colonial in nature; they
made it too easy to say “a medicine chest” means what it says,
rather than accept the implicit understanding that it means health
care commensurate with the times . . . ongoing.
Furthermore,
the $5 “gift” every treaty day, although a month’s wage at the
time. now buys a pop and a chocolate bar . . . barely.
The
last item in the treaty should have said “The Crown and the First
Nations of Canada will each elect/appoint an equal number of
representatives every five years to meet as needed to determine
current implications of the treaties, and with power to enact
legislation binding upon municipal, provincial and federal
governments.”
The
debacle of the residential school system was made real through the
TRC for anyone who was listening and I won’t go into that. Except
that I have this nagging question: why did first nations parents,
councils and leadership not tell the Canadian government to GO TO
HELL when it’s petty officials came to collect their kids? Perhaps
this is what happens when starvation, abject poverty and subjugation
has so cowed populations that they assume a posture and expectation
of helplessness.
I
can’t believe they didn’t care about their kids.
Of
course, let’s all cultivate friendlier relations with indigenous
neighbours, but let’s not assume that change will happen without
insisting that it do so . . . to the halls of power.
Write
your MP and your MLA today.
Now
that would be a hopeful act of reconciliation!
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