{"id":2053,"date":"2024-02-16T13:44:34","date_gmt":"2024-02-16T21:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/judipiggott.ca\/blog\/?p=2053"},"modified":"2024-02-16T13:44:37","modified_gmt":"2024-02-16T21:44:37","slug":"introducing-myself-in-reconciliation-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/judipiggott.ca\/blog\/introducing-myself-in-reconciliation-times\/","title":{"rendered":"Introducing Myself in Reconciliation Times"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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(This a copy of a comment I made on a Facebook post from an indigenous artist friend, who always has things to say that trigger self-reflection about my role in the process of truth and reconciliation with BC\u2019s First Nations people. Photos added)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A speaker panel from a different event at UBC around the same time. I am sitting to the moderator’s left.Walking back to the SUB afterwards, I fell and broke my elbow. Memorable support group to have around when that happened to me!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I was on a panel at the UBC\u00a0First Nations House of Learning<\/a>\u00a0a few years ago, and each of the other 6 people on it introduced themselves with their personal aboriginal lineage. As it came to me as the last to speak, and the only \u2018settler\u2019 on the panel, I felt deeply inadequate because I could not do the same for myself. I could not follow suit and make a declaration of my lineage as each of them had done. I had been given a template to follow, by their examples, and expectations were palpable in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So what did I do, given my limited knowledge of my own history? I told the audience of mostly First Nations people what had been going through my mind, how conscious I was of how – in typical settler fashion – I had few threads of real information but had carried the general assumptions gained from being a member of the dominant culture, that I just BELONGED to it, it WAS my history. And rarely questioned my roots. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I did my best to explain what I\u00a0did<\/em>\u00a0know of my antecedents, mostly those who arrived early last century from England and Scotland, and a very sketchy recounting of the Normans conquering the Brits leading to my family having a French name.. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This clutching at straws seemed to amuse my audience, as my consciousness shifted to declare some sort of facts about my colonialist ancestors having been themselves conquered in 1066 (desperately seeking to build rapport, I quickly realized this could be very insulting to this particular audience. With growing panic, I looked to the elders in the audience watching from the front row, whose expressions (and suppressed laughter) showed me they accepted my awakening as authentic. And a little amusing. I felt a wave of compassion pass over me, and vowed to do better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the presentation, I was further encouraged by what people came up and said to me, that my stumbling new insight was not seen as a mockery of their culture, but a breakthrough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the years since, I have delved into my history and discovered a lot of things I didn\u2019t know. I know that my indigenous Celtic ancestors in Britain were conquered by my other ancestors (the Normans and the Norsemen) and I carry a Norman surname because of this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was centuries ago, but it makes me think: these many centuries later many of us descendants of European settlers do not have a clue about our lineage, or if we do, we may not know our people\u2019s history and culture. As a result, our pride in belonging has shifted to other things, like religions or political parties or other constructs. And we have forgotten the lessons that knowing the history of our own personal lineage brings. We may take life and privilege for granted, mostly unconsciously. We mock those who maintain cultural traditions, which, we have been taught, are a sign of backwardness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know that my ancestral family tree shares much more with other peoples than it is different from them. Or superior to them. That reality just hasn\u2019t travelled down to me in any useful form. My DNA shows I\u2019m 97% European with <1% Middle Eastern. The Viking and Norman conquerers are there, along with the Celts. It\u2019s a pretty broad band with little detail about family specifics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And therein lies both an issue and a solution. There is a reason that there is such an interest in \u2018finding our roots\u2019 these days. Many of us are uncoupled from our ancestors, the chain is broken. And we need it, to understand ourselves. This \u2018seeking to know\u2019 reveals these shared experiences, hopes and challenges, which could help us all relate to each other a bit better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is a lot to be said for maintaining and honouring an oral history, as we are finding few bits of written history to help us in our search for reinstating those personal links. Our indigenous people have taught us \u2018recent arrivals\u2019 (we are slow learners) the validity of such a methodology, as their oral record-keeping is being increasingly honoured where signed records and treaties were never made. We are only beginning to understand what we have lost, and it isn\u2019t what we thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Our conquered\/settled land was never ours, nor the government\u2019s to give to people like my grandparents (160 acres in Peace River in the 1920\u2019s). It wasn\u2019t \u2018empty\u2019 nor unpopulated. These starry-eyed young couples were duped into an adventure, to settle in places they had never seen, with weather and challenges they had never experienced, by marketing promises that spoke directly to their hopes and dreams of ownership and great success.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My English grandfather, Hubert Piggott, who went to sea at 14, and my English grandmother, Violet Dingley Piggott, whose leather-bound copy of Moli\u00e8re’s plays (a prize for excellence in French at school) sits on my bookshelf now \u2014 these are the innocent young people who responded to the Canadian government’s marketing of ’empty’ land to settle and work-to-own. They thought they could take raw Peace River prairie and farm it with no prior relevant experience and successfully raise a family. They did pretty well, all things considered, but it wasn\u2019t viable in the end. That\u2019s a story for another time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am still ruminating on all this, and stumbling towards becoming a better member of the larger community through truth and reconciliation with the First Nations people I know and love. I learn so much from my friend and artist Lou-ann Neel, who does know her ancestors. She enlivens my days with many chuckles and inspiration from her posts and amazing digital creations. Thank you to the many patient and compassionate individuals who have helped along the way by their good example and wonderfully engaging sense of humour. Stay the course!<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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