Qalipu pretendian Mi'kmaq Amy Hull writing

Above:  Amy Hull, white Newfie has been writing about being Indigenous. She is gaining much media attention from white mainstream media as a victim for losing her Qalipu Mi'kmaq Indian status under the points system where she had to dress up like a Native.  (Most Newfies who lost their Indian Status under the points system was due to residency).

Part of Amy Hull's story is that her grandma was an Inuk woman "stolen from Labrador." I am also calling bullshit on that without evidence. These white Newfies are so full of fanciful stories that are nonsensical. 

 She and other white Newfie pretendians are writing about their oppression LOL. That their only source of oppression as an Indigenous person is that they lost their Indian Status cause of the points system that Trudeau government brought in. (many lost their status cause they reside outside Newfoundland HAHAHAHA). They are learning what the white feds do to real Natives LOL. We have been discriminated based on residency since whites invaded.  Now these white Newfies are also learning what their newfound fraudulent Native identity can do to them.

These are white Newfies. 

Read the following with the view that these are white Newfies complaining about not being able to have their teeth fixed anymore by the fraud of pretending to be Native and gaining Indian status fraudulently.

I got this below from here:

http://www.our-story.ca/winners/writing/5964:my-days-as-an-indian

So then who am I, if not Indian? Do I remain the young woman whose grandfather fought for the formation of the Qalipu Nation so that I could be a Status Indian… After that very nation fought to take my Status away? Or am I just one in one hundred some odd thousand striving to be “Canada’s Next Top Pretendian”?

I received a letter from INAC stating as of spring 2018, I will no longer be a Status Indian citing that I do not visit, communicate, or live in my community and that I don't practice my culture. This was arbitrarily and ignorantly decided by members of INAC and the band council based on a 13 point system. I feel outraged, betrayed, cheated, and desperate as a post-secondary student who will no longer have access to funding. My grandfather fought his whole life for the legal recognition of Newfoundland Mi'kmaq especially after confederation in 1949 when Joey Smallwood declared there was no Indigenous people in Newfoundland. My grandfather joined the spirit world in January 2011 and our fight for recognition was finally won in November, 2011.
I feel extremely misrepresented in the media as my band is often portrayed as every blonde-haired blue-eyed Newfoundlander that came out of the woodwork when it was time to register under the Indian Act. We're often represented to the greater Indigenous community by these people breaking ceremonial protocol and yelling nonsense about "Indian rights" on NTV news. Not to mention everyone including the chief pronounces the name of our band incorrectly. This slam poem is my revolt.
I performed this slam poem at a Canadian Roots Exchange fundraiser after which another member of my band approached me and asked why I was so upset about having my "piece of plastic" revoked. My soon to be invalid "piece of plastic" is my grandfather's legacy for me in this world.

My Days as an Indian

My Days as an Indian

 

Who am I, if not Mi’kmaw?

Have I been lying or have I been lied to my whole life

Because this whole time I was under the impression

That being Mi’kmaw was enough for me to be considered Mi’kmaw.

Alas, my days as an Indian were short-lived because apparently Indian Status can be revoked as easily as one, two... thirteen!

 

So then who am I, if not Indian?

Do I remain the young woman whose grandfather fought for the formation of the Qalipu Nation so that I could be a Status Indian…

After that very nation fought to take my Status away?

Or am I just one in one hundred some odd thousand striving to be “Canada’s Next Top Pretendian”?

(Who should really be giving back their Indspire money and making a public apology...)

 

Is my identity based on blood? I have blood.

Is it based on knowledge? I’ve got that too.

Is it based on connection to community? Let me show you my birth certificate.

Is it based on money and corporate interest?

 

And why is it that those who tormented my brown Mi’kmaw body growing up now get to be card-toting Indians when all I’m left with is the memory of my grandfather slowly dying of cancer?

In which nation is that fair?

Not in mine...anymore.

The punchline here is that almost all of those kids have told me to my Mi’kmaw face that they only applied for Status to get money they think is free.

 

Now I know this might be offensive to those of you with multi-coloured craft feathers in your hair.

But I get it. My great-great grandmothers were raped too.

They had their languages beaten out of them too.

What concerns me is that all of a sudden in 2011 after my grandfather’s death I stopped being represented as a Mi’kmaw.

I started being represented as a white person with Mi’kmaq ancestry...

Not that my treaty rights had been taken seriously previously.

 

So then who will my children be, if they’ve been kicked out of their First Nation before even having been born?

To my great-great-grandchildren will I simply be a story of an “Indian Princess” in the family?

Will my bloodline disappear into the lines on my face?

Because I guess I was wrong this whole time

And I can’t be a Mi’kmaw if white Newfoundlanders don't accept me as one.

 

So I can’t tell if it’s my head spinning or if it’s my grandfather spinning in his grave

Because now by the Indian Act’s standards I am neither a 6-1 nor a 6-2

But by my own, I am a 5’1 Mi’kmaw woman

And I defy those who who claim my indigeneity depends on my geographical location

Because I am down here in Toronto getting my education

Now, without a community to bring it back to.

 

So now who am I?