By William Walter Kay BA JD ——Bio and Archives--August 13, 2017
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“…the more kids you have, the more the government will pay. So if you’re looking at 300 or 400, 500 bucks a kid, that’s a lot of money, a month, a lot of money a year. So they became sort of like little money makers.”Nourished by this manna, and husbanded by pro-natalist polices, Pikangikum’s population tripled every 20 years. Currently, 2,900 members reside on their 18 square kilometre reserve. Pikangikumbians no longer depend on hunting and trapping; such activities are recreational relics. Instead, Pikangikum receives mind-popping dollops from provincial and federal ministries. In 2015 and 2016 they received $66 million and $63 million respectively. This rounds to $150,000 per household. Much of this money goes to nurses and teachers from outside the community; or to pharaonic projects like their new $27 million school. (The previous school got torched.) Any normal town enjoying such largesse would bustle with happy campers. Not Pikangikum; it’s the suicide capital of the world. Its suicide rate exceeds 2.5 per thousand per year.
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“Almost all the youth drink and no one is here to stop the drinking, the violence and things like gas sniffing, it’s like a tornado of drugs, alcohol and violence.”Half the population is under 20. Some 500 youth, including pre-teens, sniff gasoline. Pikangikum is a “dry” reserve but harbours a brisk trade in homebrews and opioids. Several hundred assaults are reported annually. Mental health workers concentrate on extreme bullying and trauma counselling. Of the 89 documented suicides since 1990 most were teenage girls which explains the reserve’s preponderance of males and suggests other goings-on that render Pikangikum an unbearable hell for girls. Policing Pikangikum is problematic. In 2010 a howling mob, led by a Councillor, overran the Ontario Provincial Police station before marching all 11 OPP officers to the airport and forcing them onto planes (an almost unreported event). The OPP returned; but not the officers involved, some of whom remain on stress leave. The mob returned in 2015 to trash the station and destroy vehicles.
“On Monday, Ontario, Ottawa and NAN officially signed an agreement to give NAN communities control over health care services. That will help, as could Ontario’s 2013 decision to grant Pikangikum a licence to develop the ancestral boreal forest that surrounds it. If the community can find a way to exploit the timber resources and create jobs that might make all the difference.”The latter sentences are deliciously disingenuous. There will be no logging boom. Ontario granted Pikangikum First Nation a Sustainable Forest Licence for the Whitefeather Forest (11,749 square kilometres of unequivocally ceded territory) only after the Band signed: A Partnership Framework for Managing Cheemuhnuhcheekuhtaykeehn (Dedicated Protected Area) in the Whitefeather Forest. This document’s canopy of eco-verbiage shades this gem:
“For greater certainty, permitted timber uses shall include the harvest of trees and bark for the production of handmade artisanal Ojibway products from wood including snowshoes, birch bark canoes, sleighs, toboggans and cradleboards.”
“We see the threats to our language and are determined to protect it.”All Whitefeather Forest Initiative documents must be translated, at government expense, into written Ojibway – no mean feat given that Ojibway was never a written language. The Indigenous Knowledge Training Centre focusses on conserving their language… and their traditional lifestyle. Pikangikum’s lords eschew industrial development. Why wouldn’t they? They’re living the life o’ Riley now by performing a function crucial to Big Green i.e. separating Canadians from Canada’s natural resource endowment. The greater the misery they lord over; the greater the graftable cash-flow from Ottawa. The traditional lifestyle they champion harkens to the fur trade; an episode that constitutes but a flicker of time in their own history and hardly embodies the climax of human civilization. Keeping the memory of the fur trade alive might warrant a wing in an anthropology museum somewhere but 600 sprawling theme parks strewn across the continent seems indulgent.
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William Walter Kay, Ecofascism.com