NDNs everywhere in this country, particularly those in my generation, have been indelibly altered by this ruling. I wonder: How will we ever look white people in the eyes and not periodically see our mangled bodies? This isn’t hyperbole. We have Canadian citizenship, of course, and as citizens we will remember how to participate in the world, but we are still the hunted. The hunted speak of joy, and joy beckons the hunted.
