| Summary: | ”There are those who think they pay me a compliment in saying that I am just like a white woman. My aim, my joy, my pride is to sing the glories of my own people. ours is the race that taught the world that avarice veiled by any name is crime. ours are the people of the blue air and the green woods, and ours the faith that taught men and women to live without greed and die without fear.”’ These are the words of Emily Pauline Johnson, Mohawk writer and actor. Born of an English mother and Mohawk father, Pauline Johnson began a movement that has proved unstoppable in its momentum - the movement of First Nations women to write down our stories of history, of revolution, of sorrow, of love. The Song My Paddle Sings August is laughing across the sky Laughing while paddle, canoe and I Drift, drift Where the hills uplift On either side of the current swift.
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