Who Speaks For Native Canadians?
Twelve years ago I was a guest of Her Majesty’s Government of Ontario for a few weekends due to a disagreement we had over the legality of certain activities. I would show up every Friday evening at the local provincial correctional facility (local was obviously relative as I had to travel thirty miles at my own expense) around 5:30 pm to be dressed in overalls of a fetching Orange and be bored silly until Monday morning at 5:30 am. They would keep us weekend guests separated from the permanent residents for a variety of reasons (it’s amazing what can be transported via body cavity or to use the correct parlance “hooping”) but we were directly across the hall from the minimum security “bucket” which housed thirty plus guys doing sentences of less then two months. Amongst them there was one guy who stuck out from the rest of the crowd by virtue of his size and his skin colour. He was a large native guy, easily six foot four and probably well over 250 pounds who wore his hair in a braid
