I’m a complainer. That’s how I got stuck in a think. That’s just what I do. I’m never pleased. And, I used to think that was a good thing. That if, I were never pleased, I would never quit and if I never quit, I can only get better, right? Wrong. I am so wrong.… Continue reading Stuck in Bed on Christmas Eve
Everything about this is amazing. Thank you for your medicine.
What truths would be written if academics weren’t afraid of losing their jobs?
What truths would be written if you followed through, in practice, the type of sovereignty and decolonization you theorize in journals?
All the times I’ve heard some version of “I’m concerned about your academic career if you talk about this publicly”: that’s not concern for me.
I knew about the systems, I knew the stories about these men. We all do. We all do, because academic aunties gossip. And academic auntie gossip saves lives.
But still, I irrationally believed I was safe, or somehow exempt.
Even after, in second year, that time I got out of that ethics professor’s car, downtown, at night, in the middle of winter, and walked home rather than sit beside him after he joked that his seats recline all the way, if I was interested.
Even after, in third year, that time your fave scholar put his 50-something-year-old…
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In Sylvia McAdam's "Nationhood Interrupted" (Which is amazing I highly recommend it) She discussed the roles of women pre contact. The roles our Nêhiyaw iskwew had were powerful, meaningful roles that upheld our communities. Our iskwew were never complacent, never the object of a mans will - and never subject to demeaning treatment or people who would not allow them to be exactly what they were - iskwew - promising the existence of the future generations.