The Green Ghost over Red River: White Dudes Co-opting Indigenous Resistance Since 1871

Those who don’t learn from the past….


by Jasmine Chorley

The discussion about allies in activism, namely bad allies and how to be a good ally, is nothing new, and much has been written about settler allies of Indigenous action in this Idle No More era (see GehlUnsettling America or Morgensen for examples). There is also historical precedent of white allies causing more trouble than they’re worth. In October 1869, the Métis National Committee convened to assert their right to lands at the Red and Assiniboine Rivers and their right to participate in negotiations with the Dominion before land could be surveyed and settler governments installed. Over the course of 1860-1870, the Métis formed a provisional government while they fought and negotiated with the Canadian government over the conditions upon which Manitoba would join Confederation. Among the members of this provisional government was William O’Donoghue, the ally in question.

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Sacred Water, Klamath People and the Struggle for Cultural Survival

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Klamath wildlife refuge 1 Upper Klamath National Wildlife Refuge. Photo: Wikipedia.


Sacred Water, Klamath People and the Struggle for Cultural Survival

February 25, 2015 (Upper Klamath Basin, Oregon)

Entangled in the heart of an arduous century long battle over water rights in the Upper Klamath Basin, is the struggle of the Klamath, Modoc, Yahooskin Peoples for cultural survivance.

Our elders have always told us that water is life, water is priceless. Our water is so sacred it should never be quantified, compromised or negotiated.
But what happens to the future of a culture, whose spiritual foundation is water, when even to tribal negotiators, the priceless becomes a mere commodity?

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Death to Settler Identity & the 5 Stages of Grief

This really cuts to the heart of the matter, coming from the next watershed over. Reblogging this, as it points to where I was going with my last post. Inspiring me to keep going….



Settler colonialism seems to be the least tolerable thing I have every tried to explain (for white settlers that is, Indigenous People’s know and live the reality with or with out the term). Unsettling is the perfect way to describe this work since most white settlers seem to get almost physically sick and extremely enraged over these concepts. There are many demotions to one’s status in settler colonizer society by becoming what I will call, borrowing from Meme, a self-rejecting settler (1). This is a small start in confronting settler privilege. In the big picture, decolonization has far more to offer to the self-rejecting settler than the toxic privilege that they/we embody. Fully gaining their/our humanity, reentering their/our place in the human family, freedom from an alienated, individualist, hierarchical existence, and continued life on this planet to mention a few (2). But time again I have experienced white settlers clinging…

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The Colonized Colonizer (or, Return of the Unsettler): An Introduction


There are a set of objective questions one must ask oneself throughout the course of a life.  And of course, the answers are mostly subjective, but they must be asked nonetheless.

Who am I?  Why am I here?  What am I doing here?  Why are other lives so different from my own?  What does the future hold?

An idealistic answer could take varying evolutionary or spiritualistic tones, and often these days it’s a mixture of both.  But a material answer can be reduced to this: colonialism.  And despite all attempts to convince us that we are living in some kind of “post-colonial” era, this is still the dominant factor that has shaped, and continues to shape, our world.

The awareness of colonialism, unless we are sociopathic, is a deeply troubling process for both native and settler.  It first brings forth the consciousness that, liberal philosophies be damned, there still remains the segregation of native and settler, held strongly intact by culture if not so blatantly by law.  It then begins to inform us as to whether we are the hero or villain of our own personal narrative.  It may seem that most people acquiesce to a life of complicity or assimilation, “getting over it” and not “standing in the way of progress.”  But to comprehend the historical trajectory of colonialism on the planet is to glimpse the ecological “apocalypse” that is it’s endpoint, and here the conscious individual cannot muffle the sounds of the “tell-tale heart” beating beneath the floorboards:  “Colonialism is alive and well, and you are either complicit in this process, or you must choose to fight it for all you are worth.”

Albert Memmi and Frantz Fanon have dealt with this issue in depth regarding the colonial situation in Algeria during the 20th century.  In so many ways, the psychological challenges they depict still play out today in the various 21st century colonial contexts, including the one here on Turtle Island.  However, the realities of Canada, the US, and Mexico cannot simply be equivocated with each other, let alone 1960’s Algeria, 1920’s Ireland, 1790’s Haiti, et. al.  If, following Fanon’s assertion that “decolonization is a historical process,” we are to look at both geography and history to inform us of the varying similarities and uniquenesses of colonial contexts, time and place must become central to our understanding of what colonialism is and how it continues to function.

Here at the far edge of Empire along the Northeast Pacific Rim, colonialism continues to involve the flag you wave and the language you speak, but also most clearly and apparently, it involves the realities of clear cuts, desertification, mining disasters, and the absence of so many Indigenous species who were here in abundance only two or three generations ago.  Simply put, colonization and decolonization are not just social and political phenomena, but are profoundly ecological in kind.


I suppose I  have dedicated my life to this thesis and it’s exegesis.  And I intend to dedicate my life to fulfilling it’s implications, in concert with the many other dedicated lives this will require, that we may, together, butcher the beast of his-story.  For each of us, this task asks us to follow the objective to the subjective: to answer these questions for ourselves, and then compare and contrast with each other to reveal both our affinities and irreducible uniquenesses, our differences.  We cannot operate with unquestioned assumptions and unexamined expectations; life will put us to the test if we don’t do this ourselves first.

So I begin they only way I really can: with myself exactly where I am at.  But is this story Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist or Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native?  Or has history indeed left a few pages blank?  I don’t know.  I really don’t know.


1982.  I was born during a time of war.  The week of my birth, Lech Walesa was freed from prison in Poland and the funeral of Leonid Brezhnev was held at Red Square in Moscow.  The USSR was performing underground nuclear testing.  People called this the “Cold War,” even though the US had baited the Soviets to invade Afghanistan a few years before in what turned out to be a successful endgame move. The Last Unicorn, The Still of the Night, and The Man from Snowy River were popular in the movie theaters.  Cal Ripken Jr. became rookie of the year.

Thatcher had gone to war in  the Falklands earlier that year.  Communists in Italy had kidnapped a US Army General.  Canada and Turkey ratified constitutions.  Ten’s of thousands died when the Syrian army attacked the Muslim Brotherhood in Hama.  The Pope visited the UK and Ronald Reagan addressed the British Parlament.  Ariel Sharon had just invaded Lebanon, and the Sabra and Shatila massacres would  ensue after Lebanese president Bachir Gemayel was assassinated in Beirut.  Robero Calvi was found hanging from Blackfriars Bridge in London.  Italy beat West Germany at the World Cup in Spain.  Venezuela, Bolivia, and Surinam recognized the Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic.  The IMF loaned 3.8 million to a Mexico on the verge of bankruptcy while the worlds affluent visited the EPCOT center in Florida and listened to music from something new called a “CD”.  Michael Jackson’s Thriller was released and China’s population exceeded 1 billion of the earths 4.6 billion humans, half-way to the 9.2 billion projected for my 70th birthday.

The population of Bend, Oregon on the date of my birth was around 17,800, the mill was still running, Celilo had been flooded for 25 years and the dams on the middle Deschutes were only a few years younger.  The 1855 Treaty of Middle Oregon had been signed 127 years, 4 months, and 26 days prior, thought it wasn’t ratified until 1859, after the War north of the river on the Columbia Basin had ended.  Black people were excluded from the new State of Oregon then, and despite the Federal 14th and 15th amendments after the Civil War, exclusion laws would remain on the books until 1927.  The KKK’s presence in Oregon, Washington, and British Columbia was, relatively, a minuscule fringe by the 1980’s.  The school I would end up attending did not celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, however, because he was a Communist.  There was a picture on the wall of a white guy named Jesus, whom I prayed to.

The year before Oregon became a State in 1859, two Irishmen in New York and two Irishmen in Dublin would shake hands.  This would lead to several invasions of Canada between 1866-1871 under a flag with the words “Irish Republican Army,” and an uprising against the British in Ireland in 1867,  the year my grandfathers grandfather would leave Roscommon to become a miner in New Jersey.  I don’t know which reason he gave himself for leaving.  I did learn that I was something called “Irish” before the 1980’s came to and end, but it took me a few more years to learn we had an “Army” and that Doloris O’Riordan hated them.  I didn’t really care, but I liked Doloris O’Riordan.  I liked CD’s.  I had one called War that I listed to in my grandma’s car, because my parent’s cars always had cassette players, but life for an “Irish” kid in small town Oregon was about as far from war as anyone could get, apart from the “New Agers” and “Environmentalists” whom the adults thought were trying to start one.  It was a different story back in Ireland however.

The Long War in the north-east of Ireland was accelerating after 10 republican prisoners had died on hunger strike over the course of 1981.  1982 saw IRA bombs killing British soldiers in London, and the DeLorean factory in Belfast ended in bankruptcy and receivership because of something called “cocaine.”  Welcome to the 80’s.  Charles Haughey interrupted Garret FitzGerald as Taoiseach of the 26-county Republic and corporal punishment was banned in schools.  Sinn Féin won it’s first five seats in the Northern Ireland Assembly, Grafton Street was pedestrianized, and the INLA bombed a disco in Ballykelly.

Apparently something called “colonialism” had effected Ireland somewhat, once upon a time, and professors and clergymen argued whether Ireland was still being effected by the lingering issues of “colonialism” or just being effected by “terrorism.”  I was unaware of this.  But Irish music sounded sad.  And beautiful.  I liked it.

To learn that “you’re Irish” in Bend was a much different experience than being Irish in Belfast, Boyle, or Ballyshannon.  But the idea stuck, and I did my school reports on Ireland, hand-drawing a map of the island on a large poster board and tasting “mutton stew” for the first time when my mom made this “national dish” as part of my homework.  I wore out my Ireland t-shirt my grandparents had brought back for me, but never wore in the Union Jack shirt our friends in England had sent my brother and I.  A simple aesthetic preference.  And yes, I loved Enya.  But eventually punk rock and fake British accents would invade my high school years, and my awareness of the politics back on that wee island nation would begin in my mind, just as the Long War was coming to an end.  The Good Friday Agreement was signed and I was a 15 year old in a punk band on the other side of the world.  It would take me another 16 years to finally set foot on an island that had somehow always been there in the back of my mind.


At the turn of the millennium I fell hard into politics.  Seattle had rioted when the WTO came to town.  Rage Against the Machine was on the TV playing for students in Mexico City.  My friends would be punished for refusing to stand during the pledge of allegiance and wearing Fidel Castro t-shirts to school.  I really didn’t understand any of it, but I wanted to.  I still had dreams about the Communists invading even after the fall of the Eastern Bloc.  I remember a dream where I thought I was one of them, but they ignored me when I tried to explain that I was on their side. But in waking life I found the Anarchists.  Also revolutionaries, but different.  I moved to Seattle and joined the struggle against capitalism by shoplifting burritos.  We’d go to protests in the streets, hoping there would be some action.  Sometimes there would be riot police, concussion grenades, and tear gas.  There were Socialists around, and the Anarchists mercilessly ridiculed them.  We all read Derrick Jensen.  Anarchists hadn’t started to mercilessly ridicule him yet.  And it wasn’t just capitalism anymore, but civilization itself.  We were domesticated and colonized.  We had to break free.  The city was full of a particular romance, and I loved it, but the city was domesticated and colonized, so I went home.  Back to Oregon.  Back to Bend.  Back to my mountains and forests.  And by then I had learned that Seattle and Bend were in the same “bioregion” and my real home was Cascadia.  This was magic.  This was beautiful.  I was Cascadian.

(to be continued)

ANA TIJOUX: “La lucha Mapuche es una lucha por la vida” (video)



Ana Tijoux estuvo en Temuko y entregó un mensaje en apoyo al pueblo Mapuche. Señaló que “quien ama la tierra es quien ama la vida” y que “la lucha Mapuche es una lucha por la vida”, en referencia a la defensa territorial que hacen las comunidades en Wallmapu.

Durante el concierto dedicó el tema “Sacar la Voz”, a todos quienes luchan y defienden los territorios ante megaproyectos hidroeléctricos, forestales y mineros.

Entrevista realizada por MAPUEXPRESS, ver aquí

AnaTijoux_Temuko_ADKIMVN_0012Imagen: Ana Tijoux en Temuko – Foto de ADKIMVN

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Ts’ka7 Warriors Burn Down Imperial Metals Ruddock Creek Mine Bridge

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Fire handWarrior Publications received the following communique:
Secwepemc Ts’ka7 Warriors deactivate Imperial Metals Ruddock Creek mine road.
International Statement, October 14, 2014

With much discussion with Elders Councils and around Sacred fires and ceremonies the Secwepemc Ts’ka7 Warriors have acted out their collective responsibility and jurisdiction to and in the Ts’ka7 area by deactivating the Imperial Metals Ruddock Creek mine road.

Imperial Metals Corporation never asked for or received free, prior and informed consent to operate in Secwepemc Territory.  The Imperial Metals Mount Polley mine disaster, in the area known as Yuct Ne Senxiymetkwe, the absolute destruction and devastation of our Territory has never been answered for.  No reparations have been made.    Instead Imperial Metals continues to force through another mine in our Territory while criminalizing the Klabona Keepers of the Tahltan Nation also exerting their jurisdictional and withholding consent from the same company.

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The Ghost of Bookchin Present: Kurdish Nationhood and Fourth World Decolonization

I don’t even know where to start, other than to say this video is one of the most inspiring things I’ve seen in a long time.  And that there must have been something Melchizedek new that Abraham never learned….

I have a keen interest in the contrast between so-called “Third World National Liberation” and “Fourth World Decolonization.”  The general narrative of Kurdish history for the past 100 or so years has mostly fallen into a drive for Statist, often Marxian, national liberation.  But, in what has become a deepening of the Left-wing side of their independence movement, there is now a shift to a remarkable non-statist Fourth World Decolonization orientation.  And apparently this is a result of the prison-cell conversion of their main ideologue, Abdullah Öcalan, to the ideas of post-anarchist Murray Bookchin, contrasting their once stringent adherence to Marxist-Leninism of a modified-Maoist bent.

The theoretical, and quite literal, cross-polination of Bookchin’s ideas and Bioregionalism are so strong that I have trouble telling the difference between the two often, apart from pointing out Bookchin’s hostility to most things “spiritual.”  Bookchin was often published in the Bioregional press, and was always a hot topic in the “green anarchist” community here in Cascadia.  So I’ll admit to being rather wide-eye when seeing the theories and practices coming out of Kurdistan at present.

Most Cascadian bioregionalists are always having to explain “No, we don’t want to create a State,” which is sometimes too-far out of the box for most people trying to understand an independence movement.  And of course, my own Bioregionalist ideas draw heavily from decolonial theory and the “Fourth World-ist” movements for non-Statist Indigenous Nationhood that I see intersecting with Bioregionalism here in Cascadia.

Well now I think we have a serious outside point of reference!

The pluralistic, plurinational, non-Statist, ecology based Kurdish “Democratic Autonomy” movement espouses ideas so similar to my take on Cascadian Bioregionalism that I’m going to have to write something much more in-depth soon (taking into account the privileged, racialized monster that is first-world settler colonialism).  But for now, watch this video again!!

Invitation To The World Festival Of Resistances And Rebellions Against Capitalism “Where Those Above Destroy, We Below Rebuild”

From Kurdistan to Chiapas! From Cascadia to Patagonia!

dorset chiapas solidarity

Invitation To The World Festival Of Resistances And Rebellions Against Capitalism “Where Those Above Destroy, We Below Rebuild”


reissued by Enlace Zapatista 13th October, 2014

gracias de verdad

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Invitation from the EZLN and CNI to the World Festival of Resistances and Rebellions

To the brothers and sisters of the National and International Sixth:

In the gathering of our peoples in the Exchange between Zapatista Peoples and the National Indigenous Congress “David Ruíz Garcia,” we shared with each other our pain as well as our words and experiences of struggle, rebellion, and resistance.

Together we know that within our rebellions is our “NO” to the politics of destruction that capitalism carries out across the world. And we know that within our resistances are the seeds of the world that we want.

These rebellions and resistances are not just those of the indigenous peoples of Mexico. They are also…

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The Jewish Meaning of Columbus Day

And who can forget all the dispossessed Gaels who found themselves on the front lines, fighting for the colonists as this continent was invaded. We too bear a grave responsibility to see this monster undone.

Unsettling America

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A Jewish American reflects on Columbus Day, the legacy of settler-colonialism, and what it means for people of Jewish heritage

By Jordan Engel

In recent years, Columbus Day has become a day for many non-native Americans (let’s call them settlers) to reflect on their colonial legacy. As settlers in the Americas, we must bare some of the burden of decolonizing these lands, because the guilty parties in the genocide of American Indians over the past five centuries are not just the direct descendants of Indian-killers like Cortez, Custer, and Columbus. Decolonization is the responsibility of everyone alive today who lives on stolen lands, and as Jewish-Americans, we are not exempt.

Our people have a long and complicated history with this continent. We often fail to acknowledge, for example, that most of the Jews in the world, about 54 percent, live in North and South America –…

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