The Sealy Challenge
#𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘆 3:
𝗕𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲: 𝗔 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀, gathered by 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗡𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲, Editor ✒️
The way this collection started off I already felt seen and read. It writes: “Does time exists mostly within need? The need to get somewhere; for a day to come, for yesterday to be gone?”
Oof. With the way I am hyper-aware of time, this really hit home.
I must admit I had to Google a lot of the terms in this book but I was grateful for it and honoured that I was able to learn more about Indigenous culture through this collection.
I related so much to the recurring theme of colonization, feeling a sense of generational loss, losing a home and trying to root yourself in a culture that is being erased. Being Afro-Palestinian, their words spoke so much truth, and I felt a sense of kinship with these authors who express a tremendous sense of loss that is bigger than one individual.
Every contributor brought their own point of view to what it means to be an Indigenous person, and it comes out in poetry about body and heritage, prose about the reality of having someone try to assimilate you, horror stories about infected people and more. This was a thoughtful body of work I’m happy to have discovered, and look forward to reading more Indigenous voices from around the globe. Being dispossessed, oppressed and erased is a reality far too many of us understand intimately.
𝗠𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀/𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀/𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀:
“Barbed wire fences spread like invasive vines whose only fruit are cancer tumors that bloom on every branch of our family.”
- Craig Santos Perez
“He is so incensed by our nativeness that he still refuses to allow my firstborn to test out of ELL, to remain home with me, to accept his role as satellite white father. He’s overturned ICWA cases and kept kids away from their parents. He practised family law. He’s white. He knows the white system.”
- Joan Naviuyuk Kane
“Damnedest thing you ever see
When travelling with a talking skeleton.
Every now and then, the bones be asking,
“When are we not in a dream?
When are we not skeletons?””
- Sy Hoahwah
Tomorrow’s selection is My Art is Killing me by Amber Dawn.