POTLOTEK, FIRST NATION — Potlotek First Nation residents are rejoicing because their water is clean. “It’s the first spring that I can remember that my water hasn’t… Read more “Potlotek residents grateful for new tap water system”
Association providing stimulus for Indigenous tourism businesses
The tourism industry across Canada is being rocked by the COVID-19 pandemic and the social distancing restrictions in place to flatten the curve. To help, the Indigenous… Read more “Association providing stimulus for Indigenous tourism businesses”
Eskasoni’s Barry Paul Bernard: A boxing family
Barry Paul Bernard was fighting with his brothers when his parents grew sick of it. So his father, Noel J. Bernard, bought him and his brother red… Read more “Eskasoni’s Barry Paul Bernard: A boxing family”
Mi’kmaw grandmothers share culture
A group of Mi’kmaw grandmothers is sharing its cultural knowledge and traditional stories in Membertou First Nation this week in hopes of preserving them before they’re lost.… Read more “Mi’kmaw grandmothers share culture”
Mi’kmaq Funeral rites
My work at The Walrus revolves around researching and fact checking stories. That means highlighting facts and double sourcing them. For “The End: How We Die Now,”… Read more “Mi’kmaq Funeral rites”
Artist incorporates Indian Act into jingle dress regalia
A Wolastoqew artist has made a jingle dress adorned with shreds of the Indian Act to honour the women from her community who fought to preserve their… Read more “Artist incorporates Indian Act into jingle dress regalia”
‘Always smiling’: Tiffany Peters remembered
I was in Fredericton when I got the news Tiffany killed herself. I knew Tiff. Not well, but I grew up with the Peters family on F street.… Read more “‘Always smiling’: Tiffany Peters remembered”
Homeless Fredericton musician looking for a place to play his songs
Mike Kennedy sits on a green crate and pillow, an empty Styrofoam cup in hand, begging for change. The 60-year-old’s hands are gnarled from years living on… Read more “Homeless Fredericton musician looking for a place to play his songs”
A History of Violence
Night sinks in deep. It’s August 2009; I’m 18 years old, six-foot-nothing, and brown: half-Black, half-Mi’kmaq. I’m eight beers deep, which is nothing for Kent County, New… Read more “A History of Violence”
Living for a laugh
I remember sitting tableside with my mother in the kitchen a few months ago. She had just invited another neighbour in for coffee. I sat listening to… Read more “Living for a laugh”
