Begonia
Ideal_Rock
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We have had a cluster of people misrepresenting themselves as First Nation's while being employed in high profile positions at Universities here in Canada. The latest has been claiming Metis, Anishnaabe and Tlingit heritage but it appears she has no blood kinship to any, altho she claims she was adopted by a Metis tribe while in her 20's. Her ancestry is from Russian settlers from the turn of the century. It appears she 'may' also be dying her hair black and tanning her skin. Her position was a First Nation's Health Representative with the Faculty of Medicine. Another claim of identifying with a culture but not having any true roots in that culture. A Rachel Dolezal if you will.
This baffles me.
I try to wrap my head around it, but can't. I had Chinese neighbors growing up, an elderly couple without children who treated my sister and I (the 2 youngest of 4), with great gentleness and love. I didn't have grandparents and these were the closest I had, in particular the elder gentleman named Mr. Wong. He used to come over every Sunday and sit at our table with my father, a mentally ill and abusive man. Mr. Wong would calm him and listen whilst enjoying a single bottle of beer with dad. We grew up listening to a few of his stories, but mostly watch him listening to my Dad. I had little extended family, but I look back and think of him with gratitude and love. They have both passed on. Am I Chinese? No. Was my grandfather Chinese? Yes. I think of him as my adopted Grandfather but I'm not appropriating his culture, altho we experienced much of it over the years with weddings (the brides many dresses!), funerals, potlucks, barbecues (oh the pork, a whole pig!).
We've taken so much from First Nation's Peoples, now we gotta steal their culture and identity as well?
What the f*ck?
This baffles me.
I try to wrap my head around it, but can't. I had Chinese neighbors growing up, an elderly couple without children who treated my sister and I (the 2 youngest of 4), with great gentleness and love. I didn't have grandparents and these were the closest I had, in particular the elder gentleman named Mr. Wong. He used to come over every Sunday and sit at our table with my father, a mentally ill and abusive man. Mr. Wong would calm him and listen whilst enjoying a single bottle of beer with dad. We grew up listening to a few of his stories, but mostly watch him listening to my Dad. I had little extended family, but I look back and think of him with gratitude and love. They have both passed on. Am I Chinese? No. Was my grandfather Chinese? Yes. I think of him as my adopted Grandfather but I'm not appropriating his culture, altho we experienced much of it over the years with weddings (the brides many dresses!), funerals, potlucks, barbecues (oh the pork, a whole pig!).
We've taken so much from First Nation's Peoples, now we gotta steal their culture and identity as well?
What the f*ck?