Every one has heard the crabs in the bucket story. Most Indigenous people have heard it applied to themselves and their communities. A big ol’ bucket of Indian crabs pulling at each other so the other can’t move into the suburbs with the mollusks and starfish.
In the words of George Watsky:
“Don’t drag each other down, cause being a crab in a bucket is mad lonely.
Be the crab escaping from crab prison.
Who creates a crab rope out the window made only of crab homies.”
Have ya’ll ever asked why it’s like this? The term lateral violence should ring some bells. If one who is oppressed (aka held back by society) cannot strike upwards (to the powers that be), then they will strike outwards to those who are nearest to them.
Those who are nearest are the children, sacred gifts from the Creator. Family members, aunts, uncles, and yes even elders. The arrows get shot every which way. Anyways but up.
Hold up, wait a minute. Let’s put a spin in it.
Not all Indigenous people are like this, we have some of the most beautiful-build-you-up-and-give-you-the-shirt-off-their-back people. My grandma is the type of gal who will hug first and ask questions later. I know people who will pray for you without the bat of an eye. Everybody knows you can’t walk into an Indigenous persons house without them trying to feed you! If thats not top knotch host and sharing skill, I don’t know what is. I know Indigenous people who volunteer their asses off to create better communities.
We need to be asking… “Who put the crabs in the damn bucket in the first place? ”
Cause that sh*t ain’t right. Yes. In this blog I will blatantly use bad grammar and pop culture references… and cuss like a drunken sailor.
So we were placed in this “bucket” (AKA reservations, thaaaank you Treaty interpreters for mucking up the translations) over the past few hundred years, given less than what was afforded to the rest of society, banned from doing what made us proud beautiful and strong (cultural related prohibitions), children taken away and abused on all levels ( residential schools and 60’s scoop) and then a generation after we become citizens, we are told by a good portion of society who knows nothing about the historical and generational impacts, to “get over it”.
Or people ask, “Why are those Indians like that? Are all Indians drunks? Why are they doing this to themselves?”
I have even asked that, and I’m Indigenous. Alas, this was a time before I got schooled in what has happened and ways that First Nations people are still being discriminated against.
So, we’re in a bucket. What do we do now?
A) Have a bad as$ crab party until our claws fall off.
B) Elect a crab chief who will govern us even though we may have never done this before. The bucket holders told us to do it or they cut off the rations.
C) Get the f*ck out of the bucket.
If you chose A)… which I’m guessing some of you have. Give your head a shake. Wrong answer. Your children will dance on your bones and they will still be in the bucket.
If you chose B)… I understand. Why rock it the bucket when things are kind of cushy and you can “get by”.
If you chose C), you are bloody brilliant and brave. Now, think about this for yourself. How do you get out of the bucket and get your fellow crabmates out too so you all can live the best traditional life possible? Jail break.
Stay tuned, I’ll be defining “the bucket” and some exit strategies but I’d LOVE to hear yours!
Oh snap, and watch this video to understand it better:
It’s based on the Lakota.