|Niagara Falls makes me wet.|
Along with Health Care, lack of handguns, and being America's hat, Canada is known for its Natives. It's tough to think of Canada without thinking of totem poles and canoes. I don't know why Indians have such a strong political presence up north relative to US. I do know I'd be tickled if one of our Olympic teams designed a jersey which somehow acknowledged that Indians live here.
Which is why, despite the grunt on my face in the picture, it's tough for me to call shenanigans like I usually do.
Would I rather Canada's Indians remained invisible, like they are most places?
The gimcrack tomahawks and teepee geegaws cramming the gift shop are probably every bit as asinine a tribute to Native culture as Ke$ha's fucking headdress, I just can't tell. I can't see Niagara Falls clearly, and not because of the mist. I went there a lot as a child, and I loved every visit. I loved the bow and arrow sets then, and I was tempted to buy for one Dylan as an adult. Yeesh.
Ultimately I guess I'm bothered by what always bothers me about shit like fringe shirt headdress dude; no one in my family has ever worn a headdress or a fringe shirt, or carried a hatchet unless chopping wood was in the offing, and they're Indian as hell, cos. Being Indian is not a thing that exists in the past, in a teepee, in a buckskin shirt, eating scones around a fire. Indians hang out in jeans and t-shirts and watch Cartoon Network while eating popcorn, just like you.
As long as Indian is something that can be patterned into a rug, or worn as a costume, or sold as knick knacks, it serves to make real Indians invisible.
And that sucks.