Conversation with Freddy Stoneypoint – Indigenous badass


Freddy Stoneypoint, Ojibwe land protector and student-activist from Sagamok Anishnawbek, currently at Carleton University, has been arrested twice on stolen native land for direct actions supporting the rights and existence of Indigenous peoples:  and 
We hung out in Kahnesatake, Kanien’kehá:ka territory, where the town of Oka and the government of Canada continues to steal native land; a fitting place for our discussion.
Here is our conversation (it was a windy day!)

It’s Not My Job to Teach You About Indigenous People – The Walrus Magazine

It’s Not My Job to Teach You About Indigenous People

Ask questions about Indigenous issues & realities? Yes. Questions are good and welcome. Also, read and explore recommended resources so that we can have a discourse and engage EACH OTHER. In other words: Do your homework.

Desmond Cole: I choose activism for Black liberation

Cole's Notes

This week I met with Andrew Philips, the Toronto Star’s editorial page editor, who has essentially served as my boss at the newspaper. Phillips called me in regarding my political disruption of the April 20 meeting of the Toronto Police Services Board. Phillips said this action had violated the Star’s rules on journalism and activism. He didn’t discipline me or cite any consequence for my actions—Phillips said he just wanted me to know what the Star’s rules are.

I have no formal employment with the Star. I’ve never signed any contract or agreement, and no one ever directed me to any of the policies Phillips cited. However, I knew my police protest was activism, and I could have guessed the Star wouldn’t appreciate it.

At no time during this week’s meeting did Phillips try to tell me how I must conduct myself in the future. He did say he hopes…

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Today I experienced Ageism

Wow. Ageism. That smarts.

Art gallery jobs are rare. To be around art all day, looking at it, hanging it, speaking about it… it’s certainly a dream job next to writing a book and making my own art without the need to sell it to make ends meet. So when the art gallery I applied to called me about an assistant position, I almost fell off my chair in excitement.

The female manager started to ask me questions, general at first, then by about the third or fourth she directly asked me, chuckling, how old I am. I was in disbelief and it was really a reflex when I said “43”. She was evidently shocked as well because she gave a laughing howl and exclaimed “you’re older than me!” Continue reading