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Decades ago, Kanehsata’kehró:non Lynda Nicholas asked her children to promise never to sell the plot of land that had once belonged to her father.

After a triumph in court against some of Quebec and Canada’s biggest institutional bodies, the Kanien’kehá:ka Kahnistensera (Mohawk Mothers)

The efforts of an anonymous group of Kanehsata’kehró:non has brought a deluge of attention to Kanesatake with the urgent message that the community has fallen into a “state of lawlessness and danger.” An open letter circulating amongst journalists and politicians names scourges such as toxic dump sites, dangerous criminal activity, and land “being stolen piece by piece by land developers and assimilated Mohawks treating Kanien’kehá:ka Homelands as if they were all for the taking.” In part by providing a trove of related documents, the group sparked a La Presse investigation into G&R Recycling that brought the issue roaring back into mainstream discourse.

Lacey and Lanny Lazare have been looking for something to do with the 12-foot metal unicorn they were gifted for their wedding.

Earlier this month, Elizabeth M. Hoover, an environmental health and food sovereignty professor at the University of California, Berkeley, made a public apology for having falsely claimed to be Indigenous, when she is in fact white.

For Kahnawa’kehró:non Lynn Beauvais, the ironworking industry is a proud tradition that has been part of the community for generations.

In 2016, Kenneth Deer travelled to the Vatican alongside a delegation of other Indigenous leaders to demand that pope Francis revoke three papal bulls – declarations made by popes – that provided the legal basis and religious authority for centuries of ongoing colonial genocide.

When Rhonda Horne was asked for her high school yearbook what she wanted to be when she grew up, she wrote that she wanted to be a model.  Now, at the age of 50, that dream is about to come to fruition.

Courtesy Arts Commons When Thea Thomas picked up the phone for our interview, she was sitting at a sewing machine working on her next project: a two-by-eight woven wall hanging for a show in Red Deer early into the new year.

Years ago, when the detox unit at Montreal’s CHUM hospital was receiving only one or two Indigenous clients per year, staff confiscated an Onkwehón:we’s beading needles.