If our lands were not owned, what use would I have for this pencil and paper. Could I not write a single letter, but speak so loud of a truth from my lips, telling the stories of our ancestors. Remembering their names with no paper to mark upon, sharing their songs as our own, with the lands that would shape them. Would our land not also still have a name and a story to tell, but this piece of paper seems to say otherwise.
– Josh Fleming
Original Image by: Rusty Stewart, color slightly manipulated, https://www.flickr.com/photos/rustystewart/