Mood:

A slap in the face of every Canadian
Globe and Mail, Canada - 4 Feb 2007
The catastrophe of native life in Canada is old news. Decades pass, reports are drafted, articles are published, and nothing happens. ...
(...or is that a slap in the face to every poster at the Black Flag Cafe including its ex-Canadian owner ROBERT YOUNG PELTON?)
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I see beauty in the eyes of youth. IN the graceful lines of a young girls gentle face, I see promise and potential...I see the abandoned dreams of every person who has sought for a better vision for themselves for others and their country that which includes ALL of its inhabitants...and I see those abandoned dreams being re-visited...that innate precious potential ressurected before its too late...before in five, ten, twenty years all we see are the faint outlines of promises we made at night and had forgotten in the cruel light of day...and we wrestle with concepts and arguments of yesteryear..contemplating into wee hours and getting sleepy merely talking about what we could have done, what we should have done..and what we would have done if only this or only that had not supplanted our more most precious of wishes
the beauty I see reflects the truest of bountiful and limitless
joy that is ensconsed in the souls hearts and minds of its most original inhabitants, the people with the most clearest and most vivid and best sense of appreciation for land they have called home which we have not really yet sought to appreciate at the same level having been steered b our own preconceptions of beauty and richness
This is a wide rich land and its most accurate reflection is held within the gaze of the peoples who have returned its affection and love of the land with the upmost sincerity and depth since a time immemorial
This is how and why I have come to see such beauty held within the eyes of youth. I hope its our optimism and reverence for our own lost sense of innocence that is contained within generations we can either fail or champion...that emboldens us every day to make choices even in the smallest of ways that reflect this affinity and desire to share this blessing of earth and song that is composed in this land ..with results that improves our own image of ourselves..ones in which we make all children who live to inherit our efforts....never endingly proud of our efforts to right what was once wrong.
I see the reflection of the beauty of the land in the eyes of a beautiful native girl; a sharp adherence to the love of the land that has preceded her by generations. May this beauty grow every day and may we contribute it to its potential in every way every day, like Mother Nature has blessed this land and allowed her peoples to survive every day.....
Meet Lizabell. She is 15...