I often wonder
If there was another group
In some far off place
Struggling for acknowledgement
Of treaties and agreements
Signed on some gone and passed day
If people here would get behind it
If it would be the work of NGOs
be the talk of lunchrooms, be in print,
With the majority agreeing
That the right thing is obvious
Or would they say
Don’t let them pay for their ancestors sins?
Would they say in passing
I hope they solve their Indigenous problem?
Never mind the outdated agreements
Honouring them will never calm them!
I often wonder
Now that “we know” the genocidal past
Ought never to be repeated
Why do we struggle with concept
Of staying true to historical agreements?
Because I live today
Does not mean I haven’t felt the
Ramifications of the past
Because I breathe in the present
Doesn’t mean I do not know my own history
Or have not heard the stories of my land
Because school history books did not
Form my only knowledge
I know
The validity of our voices
And I cannot undo what I know
I will not undo it
In the face of your distaste
I will not undo it
In the face of your policies
I will not undo it
Because you cannot understand it
I often wonder
When you speak about the political rightness
Of my people,
Have you heard the stories?
Have you been on the land?
Do you even know the name of my people?
Or are we all under umbrella terms
For our own protection from the storms you’ve created?
I often wonder
If I am not trying to make you pay for what your ancestors did
But trying to only honour the work of mine
do I threaten your existence
and thereby lose the right to mine?
—
Helen K