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The End of Watching

If I were a caught fish, I think I would at least want someone to look at, in full awareness, my death. As my blood slows and my scales fade, I wish at least that there will be eyes watching me, hot and caring for even just that moment.

Human Landscape, Indigenous Peoples

Perspectives from the People’s Land: When the Cree Say No

Ed. note: This is the third installment in Perspectives from the People’s Land, Naomi Heindel’s blog about her summer research in James Bay, Quebec. Follow the links to check out Part 1 and Part 2. What does it mean when a Cree steward, or tallyman, says “no” to proposed development? “Sometimes there’s something very large behind that two-letter word,” explains […]