Aboriginal women


Since finals are literally less than a week away for me… I am going to be taking a break until April 26 (day after my last final) from writing any posts. In the mean time, check out these websites written/created/maintained by other Aboriginal/Indigenous females 🙂

  1. These are my moccasins
  2. Urban Native Girl Stuff
  3. Indigenous Nationhood

In the mean time … stay smiling 😉

John Martin Crawford

Working on an essay on Aboriginal women and gender violence.

I was speaking with another student today at the school about my topic.

He shared with me, this name: John Martin Crawford.

I have never heard of him, until now. He is a serial killer that preyed on young Native women.

Gives me chills that I never heard of him, and I am an Aboriginal woman.

The student said to me before he left, “Makes you wonder why you never heard of him.”

Makes this essay I am currently writing even more important to me.

International Women’s Day

Sorry for the late International Women’s Day post!

I had no idea what to write today for International women’s day. Yes, I know it’s officially over, but I still had to write something to celebrate it.

I love being a female. Most importantly, I love being an Aboriginal female. I write this post in dedication to the women, whether Aboriginal or non-Aboriginal, who I have met in my life (and those I have yet to meet).

I did write about three Aboriginal female who I think are great role models and great individuals that anyone could look up to, whether Aboriginal or non-Aboriginal

Check out their posts below:

International Women’s Day: Lisa Charleyboy

A fellow blogger at Urban Native Girl Stuff.

I think she is a great role model for young Aboriginal women, everywhere…Just like Jessica Yee, Lynzii Taibossigai (see posts below).

I have not had the opportunity to meet Lisa Charleyboy… yet! I am sure one day in my journey… She seems like a cool, up-beat, positive, well-spoken Aboriginal female–just like the two other Aboriginal females I shared with you for International Women’s Day.

Check out other International Women’s Day post below:

International Women’s Day: Jessica Yee

Here is a great woman I believe that should be recognized for her work she has done especially in Aboriginal communities, especially since she is a young Native female: Jessica Yee.

Check out the Native Youth Sexual Health Network founder’s bio.

Sorry no recent posts lately. Been focusing on school. Thought I would post a few things related to International Women’s Day. Since it was TODAY!

Is this the effects of Globalization?

Read Michael Moore’s post titled Why I Support the People of Thompson, Canada — And You Should Too.

Read my recent post titled Have women benefited from globalization?

Are these the effects of the supposed concept of Globalization? Striking resemblance. A big corporation going into a remote community, whether Aboriginal or not. FYI: Oh Thompson, Manitoba’s population is 17% Aboriginal (Manitoba Consensus 2000).

Why not you be the judge? Do you like the effects of globalization? Do you even like globalization? What IS globalization?

Have women benefited from globalization & an anonymous poem

For my political science class, I am currently working on my essay and I have to answer the question: Has globalization benefited women?

From my research I am finding that, no Aboriginal women have not benefited from globalization. Maybe there has been a few benefits but I am noticing that the effects of globalization have the same effects as colonization on Aboriginal people/women: oppression, marginalization, exploitation. The only difference between the two is that colonization is where the government restricted the Aboriginal People’s access to their natural resources to a confined area aka reserves and that globalization is where the government is trying to gain access to the Aboriginal people’s natural resources on their reserves.

After reading all my research, I came across this poem I wrote and it sort of sums up what is happening to Aboriginal women in Canada not just because of globalization, but also colonization.

When I was 18,
I moved away from home.
When I was 18,
I had my first relationship.
When I was 18,
I fell in love.
When I was 18,
The man I loved,
Pushed me, hit me, spat on me,
Had his way with me.
When I was 18,
I tried to fight off the man I love.
When I was 18,
I was arrested.
They call it assault.
I call it self-defense.
When I was 18,
I was called a bitch,
By my arresting officer.
When I was 18,
I tried to run.
From the police.
From those that loved me,
Even the man that hurt me.
The same one who had his way with me.
When I was 18,
I tried to kill myself.
When I was 18,
I even failed at suicide.
When I was 18,
I had sex for the first time..for money.
When I was 18,
I trusted all the wrong people.
When I was 18,
I was Aboriginal.
When I was 18,
I was female.
When I was 18,
I was still young.
When I was 18…

A Statistic

Seven years ago, I was a statistic. In my sociology notes, I recorded from the lecture that “Aboriginal women under the age 25 years” are considered one of the two groups that is more likely to experience domestic abuse (the other group were women in common law relationships).

It amazes that one ethnic group can outnumber any other group. To me, it raises a lot of questions. The most important question is, however, why?

On Monday February 14, at my school, there will be a presentation that is titled “Remember our Sisters, Stop the Violence.” This presentation, as taken directly from the event page on facebook, asks people to “Join us to commemorate, write letters and demand justice for our indigenous sisters, until the violence stops!” You can visit their facebook event page, HERE.

I planned on going to this event but can’t because of prior commitments. Because I am unable to go to the event, I felt that I needed to do something to remember my past. My past isn’t a part of me but it once was me. I was in an abusive relationship. I thought it was love, but after a year of counseling, I found out that love isn’t hitting or calling someone names. This counseling didn’t completely help me though. I went through a phases. I was confused, lost, depressed, angry, sad….

I went through a year and half of living in this abuse. When I told I tried to tell the police… I was shunned. They turned their backs on me. I was alone in this fight to protect myself.

Today, I am working towards being a better person. A better woman. Feeling like a person. Feeling like a woman again. I don’t want to be a statistic anymore.

I wrote a poem last night. This poem sort of describes my life in the relationship. The poem is kind of repetitive, but that’s how abuse works–it is a cycle that repeats itself.

There are no words to use
That can be used to describe to you
To help you understand
The level of the abuse
That it takes to destroy you
Take your pick
There are no words to use
That can be used to describe to you
To help you understand
The level of the abuse
That it takes to destroy you
Name calling
All those hits
There are no words to use
That can be used to describe to you
To help you understand
The level of the abuse
That it takes to destroy you
Because it is the abuse
That keeps you warm
That kisses you
That holds you
That dries your tears
That tells you, “Don’t worry honey,
I can make it all right again.”
Because it is this abuse
That destroys you.

Solitary Confinement

Last year I had the opportunity to attend a conference and be apart of important changes to the Youth Criminal Justice Act and the Mental Health Act.

I am reminded of that conference experience when I read the article in the Globe and Mail titled Prisons grapple with increase in mentally ill female inmates.

The one thing that I would have liked to see included in that article would be the numbers of those women and their corresponding ethnic/racial background.

I only say this because in another article on another website I discovered in my research for my upcoming political science essay, I found this quote:

“In 2004, Renée was the first woman in Canada to be placed on the Management Protocol (MP), a punitive system which involves prolonged periods in solitary confinement…Currently, the four women on the MP are all Aboriginal women. Locked up for 23 hours per day in cells approximately 8′ x 12′, with access to an exercise yard of c.15 x 12 metres for the remaining hour, they have very restricted physical outlet for pent-up emotion..

This above quote was taken from the article titled, “Oppose Dangerous Offender Designation for Indigenous Women” on the Institute for the Advancement of Aboriginal Women website.

At the time this article was written (November 10, 2010), it states that the only four women on the MP (in solitary confinement) are Aboriginal. In the Globe and Mail article it states,

Women in maximum security, who often suffer the most serious mental problems, are not permitted to enter in-prison psychiatric units because they are deemed too dangerous.

I wonder if there is a connection or correlation to the number of women in prison and their ethnic background/mental health issues. In other words, are there are a high rate of Aboriginal women in prison who have mental health issues in solitary confinement/isolation cells?

As an Aboriginal woman, I would like to see that issue explored more.