Just in time for the holiday season, a gift for all…
Conversion Therapy is Banned.
This past week, an unexpected motion by Conservative MP Rob Moore had the House of Commons erupting into cheers and hugs. The motion to fast-track the Liberal government bill banning conversion therapy, to skip the routine debate and vote, was adopted—unanimously.
Handshakes all around as the Prime Minister crosses the floor to thank the opposition for its support.
With not one squeak of protest, the bill is on its way to approval by the Senate. As Conservative MP for Thornhill, Ontario, Melissa Lantsman says in her tweet…
Like Phyllis Webstad of the Stswecem’c Xgat’tem First Nation, I had just turned six when I started school. I assume I was excited, probably a little nervous, but I don’t remember. Phyllis does.
She remembers showing up at her school, excited to be there, proud to be wearing the new orange shirt her grandmother had bought her. She remembers standing there with her classmates, all of them scared and crying as their clothes were stripped off them. She remembers never seeing her treasured orange shirt again.
In 2013, Phyllis’s experience inspired the inception of Orange Shirt Day. A day to recognize and raise awareness of the horrific history and legacy of the Residential School System.
This past Thursday, on September 30, Canada marked the first National Day of Truth and Reconciliation. A day to remember the children lost, the families shattered. To reflect on the injustice that exists to this day. To find a way forward—together.
A way that includes sending people like Blake Desjarlais to Ottawa. Blake is Metís, speaks fluent Cree, and is the first two-spirit member of parliament.
A way that appreciates the talent of actors like Kiawenti:io Tarbell. An up-and-coming star at only 15, Kiawenti:io is Mohawk from the Akwesasne community in Ontario.
A way that applauds the magic in the voices of singers like Mary Nahwegahbow. An athlete and musician, Mary hails from the Whitefish River Nation 500 kilometres North of Toronto.
A way through the heartbreak of the past into a brighter future.
To be fair, I don’t watch sports. I didn’t know, or care, what athletes wore on the Olympic stage—until now.
Until I found out that athletes don’t have any choice in what they wear. That the rules governing female competition uniforms have little to do with the sport in question and a lot to do with boosting ratings.
Notice anything about the above picture?
I remember a time when women burnt their bras and eschewed make-up. When my friends and I braved frostbite in miniskirts one day and swept the floor in maxi-dresses the next. When women marched for the right to choose—everything.
How is it possible that fifty years later we’re still fighting the same fight?
Shout out to the Norwegian women’s beach handball team
and the German gymnastics team
For saying ENOUGH. FOCUS ON THE SPORT, NOT MY ASS.
Statues of the men who brought us the national shame that was the residential school system are being defaced, toppled, and removed.
An emotional catharsis generations in the making, symbolism that echoes in our hearts, but we need more than symbols. More than apologies.
It comes as no great surprise that back in the 1870s, when the residential school system was instituted, it was depressingly common to think that anyone who didn’t look, speak, or pray like you didn’t deserve to be treated as human.
The question that haunts me though, the truth that makes me cringe, is how did we allow this persecution of children, this destruction of family and culture to continue for so long?
With the help of some friends, the Philadelphia-based dancer and performance artist, built a seven-foot-tall Barbie box, selected the accessories to go inside it, and turned himself into the life-sized doll.
The latest in a variety of projects designed to keep the artist active during the endless restrictions and lockdowns of Covid-19, Super Gay Barbie pokes fun at gender norms with humour and style.