Audacious by Andy Everson

Audacious by Andy Everson

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Audacious Acrylic Edition
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A long, long time ago my first ancestor ‘Na̱mukustolis spent his days all alone. One day, the waters rose and started to cover the lands. The waves of water gave rise to waves of fear for this lonely man. It was then that a great behemoth emerged from the depths of the sea. It was a sight to behold! With a cheshire-like grin and the curled horns of a supernatural being, it made itself known to ‘Na̱mukustolis. Encouraged to hop on the back of this titan, the two began to sink into the dark blue fathoms of the ocean. As long as ‘Na̱mukustolis remind on the back of “Something Terrible”, or ‘Na̱mx̱iyalegiyu, he could breathe underwater and remain safe. When the flood waters subsided, ‘Na̱mx̱iyalegiyu placed Na̱mukustolis at X̱wa̱lkw where the mouth of the Nimpkish River would later appear. Sometimes it takes such as audacious task as climbing on the back of a great sea monster to become the ancestor of such a formidable clan of the ‘Na̱mg̱is T̓sit̓sa̱ł’walag̱a̱me'.

A couple hundred years ago, floods once again covered the lands. This time, however, they didn’t come in the form of water. Instead, they arrived in waves of people. Starting at first as a trickle, the trickle soon gave way to a torrent. Amongst these people looking for a new start and hope on Indigenous lands were sick and twisted individuals bent on our destruction. Throughout our territories our people were killed through disease and murdered with cannon fire. Where our people obstinately refused to die, they tried to “kill the Indian within us” by ripping our children out of their communities and writing laws to make our traditions illegal.

Our people took the audacious step of hopping on the back of our cultural ways. While covered by the flood of colonization, we kept breathing…one…breath…at…a…time. We potlatched in remote villages; we performed our sacred ceremonies around dining room tables. Our old people understood that the juggernaut and sanctity of our ancient cultures could sustain us. They were right! As we now push back the floodwaters of colonization, we emerge from its depths with a sh!t-eating grin. “Is that all you got?”