Taíno ti

-- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Practical Organising

“Only the Organised Survive”: A Rebel Worker Handbook

Direct Action in Industry by the Direct Action Movement

Weakening the Dam by the Twin Cities branch of the IWW

How to Hold a Good Meeting and Rusty’s Rules of Order by the Industrial Workers of the World

Community Control of the Poor community

A Practical Guide to Anarchist Organisation – Compiled by Andrew Flood

How to Fire Your Boss: A Workers Guide to Direct Action

The Bosses Need Us… We Don’t Need Them: Common Sense Reasons for Worker Self-Management

Organising in the Workplace

Organising Communities by Tom Knoche

Anarchist Agitation & Community Building by Ronald A. Young

It's easy to get annoyed at little kids running around during a public event. But no one really discouraged them. It was nice. There's a weird comfort in knowing they aren't burdened by fully understanding the gravity of some things yet. There's a weird comfort in knowing this is a relatively new thing. Native kids just getting to be kids. But for whatever reason, everyone allowed it. I think we all found a form of comfort in them.

It was as much individual as it was communal. Most people kept to themselves most of the time. But eventually all these strangers, in a relatively small group, poored their hearts out and sobbed together; all in the presence and comfort of our community's children. Some were climing random mounds off to the side, one little girl kept tugging at the dresses of those crying to console them.

The exuded presence of both pride and heartbreak, wrapping into the fissures of the bark, and coiling into the veins of the leaves, and dampening the soil of this small forest clearing, filled with Indigenous women, is unparalleled; with exclusion only to that of simmilarly greif-striken Indigenous women.

I was a bit unsettled at the sheer lack of men, maybe 6 total (in a group of about 30-40). But in it's own way, that was nice too. Probobly helped everyone cry in a bit more comfort.

And before and after all these shed tears; we can laugh; and continue to do so. That's the duality. It's weird to think how we just keep living; but we have to, and we do; Somehow.

After the crying we planted women's plants, we made friends, we made plans, we finished our food, and we all went home.

Your tax-deductible donation will help us preserve keystone species in Colorado 

A nonprofit I've been working with that puts all their money towards helping relocate endangered prairie dogs, to supporting cities in making better choices (ie not exterminating), to educating local children, and much more. I joined mostly for the prairie dogs but they have other areas of interest as well. The founder just recently bought a decent chunk of land that she hopes to work with other nonprofits on restoring and essentially make a sanctuary for prairie wildlife with no where else to go.

but at the same time - if Good and Pretti's murders are radicalizing people, it's radicalizing them. someone online (with 5k likes) said: i don't know why, but this one feels more personal than usual. i don't blame them for their ignorance (they're just people) but that one comment hurt me. none of the other crying mothers or little kids calling out for their parents or men slaughtered by police felt personal?

and ... i get it. maybe for once other people are finally saying that could have been me in the car. they are finally saying he just tried to help someone up, he wasn't even at a protest. maybe they finally realized: these people did nothing wrong, but the government defamed them before any investigation was even begun. the killer was pardoned before he even drew the fucking gun.

and i know what that's like, i have seen this happen too-many times.

but maybe this was the first time they've ever actually seen ICE violence. maybe they don't read the news, maybe they genuinely believed every kidnapped person "deserved it". maybe... i don't know. maybe it didn't feel real until now, you know? to be fair: social media has a way of making everything film together, a massive wave of tragedy that you cannot parse. and maybe there's just such a sense of pointlessness to it that it filtered out for them. the government usually provides such a clean narrative (he was resisting, she was a criminal); maybe it had given them some peace to just-believe. maybe this is the first time that the lie is obvious even to their eyes.

it's frustrating, and dehumanizing. a white lady and a white man shouldn't be the face of a movement that largely affects everyone else.

and... they died for our movement. and if this is what it takes. if now there are people who are going to take up a banner and walk with me... I want them to be there. i want them to feel the same fire i do. i want them to have that fury that has been burning in me for so long. hell, maybe because they're new to it - they'll burn hotter. there's probably places i am jaded and overwrought. a friend in need is a friend indeed, right?

i have always hated the parable of the prodigal son. i cannot help but feel i have been standing in this space, screaming. that we have been begging for help. that we have warned you. why wasn't it enough when it was one of us?

still. still. i close my eyes. they're here now, and that is something. a handprint. at least, at last: they're by my side. as the saying goes: better late. okay. okay.

RAINBOW RAVEN 🌈🪶 A FORMLINE STICKER COLLECTION!

These are now available on my Ko-fi store for 4$ CAD each! (divided into two separate item types since ko-fi has a cap on how many variants of one item you can have)

So I haven't shared this personal update to tumblr yet, but this is the unfortunate hand I've been dealt this holiday season. TLDR: I've been laid off from the day job I've had for over a year that paid for all my rent and most of my monthly expenses (transit, groceries, phone bill, etc.)

(Who wins; a pic of the tattoo the tattoo artist took himself after he finished it with his professional photography and lighting setup, or a photo I took while fighting for my fucking life trying to set up the right angle after I got out of the shower?)

Edit: the condensation over the bathroom mirror finally went away so here’s another picture

Plus the final design and some symbolism/tattoo significance below the cut

His name was Neil Stonechild.

Neil played hockey, and he loved wrestling. He once won a bantamweight provincial title in Saskatchewan. His brother Chris described him as fun loving and caring. His mother Stella's nickname for him was baby boy.

Neil went out with his friend Jason on November 24th, 1990. It was -28° C outside. Later that night he was picked up by Saskatoon Police Service officers Brad Senger and Larry Hartwig. Neil was not charged with any crime and the officers did not keep any record of taking Neil.

The last words his friend heard him say were "Jay, help me. They're going to kill me."

Neil was found dead on November 29th, injured and with one shoe missing. He was wearing his favourite letterman jacket, which his brother Chris had given him. There were bruises on his face and cuts around his wrists. He had frozen to death.

Neil was murdered in what canadian Natives call a Starlight Tour, in which Indigenous people are picked up by police and left outside the city. Some are told to walk home. Not all of them make it.

There are reports of Starlight Tours as far back as 1976 and as recent as 2018.

The Saskatoon Police Service investigated themselves and found they did nothing wrong.

The RCMP investigated and told the Department of Justice that they would not be recommending any charges in relation to Neil's death.

Canada's police services were created to confine and oppress Indigenous people. They are brutal and racist. 9 Indigenous people were killed in interactions with police between August 29th and October 4th, 2024. That is 36 days. 9 people in 36 days.

Indigenous people make up 5% of the population of Canada, but make up 16% of police related deaths. 31% of people in Canadian prisons are Indigenous.

Land Back means justice for all the victims of colonial police brutality.

Neil's possessions were never returned to his family.

The officers were fired in 2003.

Neil is still dead.

Abundance from Balance - 2025 Charity Box

Meaghan McRae

from the website: This piece is part of our 2025 Charity Bentwood Boxes auction running from November 22nd to December 6th.

Artist Statement "Before I started designing this box, I had been thinking a lot about what Turtle Island looked like pre-colonial contact. I could Invision communities working together, honing their skills and their crafts, in a completely sustainable way with the land, plants and animals. A sort of Utopia, in my mind, except this place actually did exist once. In this image of pre-contact Turtle Island, no one in the community goes hungry, everyone is warm, loved, and has a roof over their head ... it sounds like dream to me. A dream where an artist could work while being supported by their community and they reciprocate with beautiful art that is rich in culture for everyone to enjoy. In contrast, I don’t think it needs much explanation when I say its difficult to be a full time Indigenous artist, in a single income household and living in one of the most expensive and socially lonely cities in 2025. This society makes it almost impossible for me to exist and create while still complying with their schedule and social structure. The feeling I wanted to capture with this bentwood box was a snapshot of that Utopia I could see. Of it absolutely bursting with abundance! I wanted to make a box rich in story, culture, and time spent creating it. To get this feeling across, I chose the salmon. Their life cycle is miraculous and a symbiotic relationship with the plants, animals and humans around it. When that cycle is taken care of their nutrients provide for dozens of species. If taken care of and respected, this cycle will continue for generation as a part of an ecosystem and society bursting with abundance. Abundance from balance. You can take this example of the salmon and extrapolate it to every living thing on this planet. They/we are all connected and when we take care of each other, no one is forgotten and everyone has (more) than enough to thrive. This box is a story of what once was of what could be again."

Architecture of return, escape (The British Museum) 2022 Pigment and acrylic on deer hide, 36 x 55 in. (91.4 x 139.7 cm) Nicholas Galanin Born 1979, Tlingit/Unangax̂

The way that East Asian men are emasculated and denied manhood, the way East Asian women are objectified and hyper sexualized, the way that Black men are hyper sexualized and hyper masculinized, the way Black women are also uniquely hyper sexualized and hyper masculinized, the way that SE Asian men are seen as dirty sexual predators, the way SE Asian women are fetishized and treated as oriental decoration, the way Indigenous men are completely denied manhood and gender as an extension of personhood, the way Indigenous women are stolen and silenced, the way ethnically Jewish men are seen as impotent non-humans, the way Jewish women are treated as monstrous and abrasive, it goes on it goes on.

These are unique positions that people of these demographics experience at the intersections of their races and genders that are not experienced by white gender conformity.

- the missing and murdered movement has pivoted towards using more inclusive language (missing and murdered indigenous people) as all of us are affected and it is not just our women who are stolen and exploited; our 2spirits, our men, and our children are all vulnerable.

- if you are speaking on a global scale, id just like to note that “indigenous” is a category beyond just native people of turtle island (who are already so so varied!)— indigenous can refer to anyone from ainu to !kung to saami to cree, whathaveyou.