The Beauty of Indigenous Resistance Across Lands & Oceans
Updated: Jan 4, 2020
I grew up North of the 60th parallel, raised across Treaty 8 territory in what is known as the Northwest Territories, or Denendeh. As a young Dene/Metis girl, my definition of home, much like my nomadic ancestors, was relative to my current location, whether my maternal First Nation, my family’s small cabin along the river, the predominantly settler hub-town I spent my younger years, or the capital city I spent my high-school years. The relative feeling of “home”, although limited to the sub-Arctic bubble I lived in, bred a fierce curiosity in me that transcended the North. Through my fascination of global studies and current events, the scope of my dreams widened, spanning across places and landscapes that appeared so foreign and distant to my reality. Come junior high I was restless with the dream of leaving the North in pursuit of international travel and social justice. So, I worked hard to make my dream come true. I studied, volunteered, researched, and worked part-time throughout my four years of high-school, and before I even graduated, I was able to go on two separate trips to Peru and Bolivia. “Home” continued to grow in relativity and my nomadic blood pulsed with the anticipation of finding out where I was going to end up next. And within the next five years, this ended up being Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, El Salvador, Costa Rica, Cuba, and India.
Along journeys, I was able to meet many different people and fellow travellers, and I was also quickly able to discern my travel experiences from the experiences of the others I met. Unlike most other travellers I met, I was Indigenous, and although not Indigenous to the lands I was trekking, I could identify and relate my Indigeneity to the contexts I found myself in. These countries I visited all have long and complex histories of colonial rule, war, and trauma, which I was able to connect to and empathize with due to similar colonial history and traumas within my blood and ancestral land. With a shared blood connection to colonial history, my travels carried with them heightened awareness and compassion for the ongoing struggle and resistance I witnessed from Indigenous peoples and communities in their own ancestral lands. Unlike many other travellers, I couldn’t snap photos of beautiful waterfalls, animals, landscapes and sunsets without also acknowledging the struggle and resistance of Indigenous populations. To do so would be to deny my own blood memory and the inherent struggle of my own people to fight for, protect, and honour the sacred land my feet grew rooted in. If anything, though, the recognition of survival and resistance of the lands I travelled through made the journey - the landscapes I was privileged to see and experience - that much more beautiful.
No matter the region in the world, there is a native connection to land, and with that, the spirit, traditions, teachings, culture, and language grown from that land. Our very existence as Indigenous peoples, whether nomads, hunters, gatherers, fishers, growers – whether in the arctic, mountains, coast, or rainforest, stems from and is dependent on our connection to that land. We are the land. And therefore, will do everything we can to protect that land and thus our spirit, culture and language. As a visitor passing through and across colonial borders, being witness to the degrees of resistance from groups native to their lands, was at times devastating, but mostly inspiring. Despite colonial attempts to remove – directly and indirectly – people from their land, the will and hope of groups to survive colonial genocide and hold onto their existence is profound. In the face of death, threat and struggle, is resilience, courage, love and generosity deeper than words can express.
Mizoram is one of the few Restricted Area / Landlocked States in India, where up until 2013, any foreigners living outside the state needed special permission to enter the territory.
Located in the northeastern mountains, Mizo people have separated themselves and their territory in order to protect their distinct language, culture and socio-political-economic life from the rest of India.
“Mizo” refers to the people native to the area and “ram” means “land”, thus making Mizoram the “land of the Mizos”. The state has the highest concentration of tribal people among all of India, whose way of life has always centered and relied on land cultivation.
In the historic colonial capital of Guatemala, Indigenous vendors claim space to sell their materials and goods.
The Chixoy River Basin was home to Achi Mayan villages and ancestral sites until the 1982 massacres, which led to the building of the Chixoy Hydroelectric Dam.
Mateo was one of the few survivors of the 1982 massacre, and in attempt to bring light to the injustices of the Chixoy dam, he relives that day by welcoming others to the area in order to share his story.
Since 2012 La Puya has been home to a 24/7 encampment, where people have been living full-time at the entrance of the U.S. owned Tambor mine in peaceful resistance to the mining project, in attempt to protect their land and water.
“I am a defender” – Land defender, Jose, has been actively trying to protect land and water at La Puya peaceful resistance camp, standing up to armed mine guards.
Angelica and her sister are two of 11 Maya Q'eqchi' women taking the Canadian-owned Hudbay Minerals to court, over the gang rape and murders that occurred in 2007 in El Estor.
Santa Maria Tzeja was burned to the ground by the military in a series of attacks against Mayan communities, yet the original inhabitants returned to the territory years after and rebuilt their village.
In the exact spot where military previously attacked, village members conduct a traditional Mayan cleansing ceremony.
Mother and daughter in ceremony.
Brother and sister in Santa Maria Tzeja, a soil-rich highland among rainforest.
K’iche’ communities have managed to hold onto their language and crops among Spanish influence and destruction in the Quiche region of Guatemala.
Although diverse and breathtaking sites, landscapes, terrains, climate, and natural life draw visitors and tourists from around the world, the real beauty is in the people who continue to fight for and connect with their ancestral homelands. Indigenous and tribal people are resisting colonial and oppressive forces across the globe by speaking their languages, practicing traditions, guarding sacred sites and waters, and continuing to live off the land. Despite trauma, threat, genocide, environmental disaster, and tourist influence, Indigenous people welcome, love, smile, laugh and live. Just like the changing and threatened lands they occupy, they remain resilient and hopeful. Land is beauty, but it is the resistance which keeps that beauty alive.
heels tread terrain so rich, soul nourishes
walking on history, untapped veins feeling stories
of the ones who roamed, live, free in language
and ability to hold mountains with worn hands even through monsoons
i am grateful to touch this terrain
***This blog post was original created as a guest post for tea & bannock: https://teaandbannock.com/
Photos taken with permission by: denewanderer