colonization

The Awesomeness of Elizabeth Comack

The issue is not simply about how the police behave, however problematic that may be. Rather, the issue is much broader. It has to do with how racism is embedded in everyday experiences and institutional practices and implicated in our society’s prevailing patterns of marginalisation.
 
One starting point, then, is to heed the call of the TRC: to become well informed about the nature of the relationship between Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal peoples – and the ways it has been shaped by colonialism and racism.

 
Elizabeth Commack, in “Reproducing Order” (May/June 2012)

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…