my opinions on this matter more or less got me disowned. pt1
both my parents are native. on my mother's side her mother was native who married a 'non-native.'
on my father's side both of his parents were native, as far as he knows his grandparents were native as well.
i don't know what that makes me, but i have a status card, and i pay taxes. the reserve i would call home if i chose to live there is on vancouver island. if i worked on that reserve, or any reserve for that matter i would not have to pay taxes as someone else already mentioned.
if i went through a bunch of bureaucratic paperwork, and such, i could get approved for housing on reserve. it takes years to get approved, and even longer to get a house built on it. after that i don't know how it works. as far as i know the banks don't recognize a house built on a reserve, or the land for that matter, so building any sort of equity (as far as i know) is pretty much pointless. and if you've ever seen a reserve, your house is worth only as much as your neighbors. so all in all, you've got a roof over your head, and you're not paying any sort of rent or anything.
every band in a tribe is budgeted a certain amount of dollars a year towards education. i have no idea how the money is dispersed, or even if all of it is dispersed for education. what i do know is i woke up one morning and knew i was fed up with working construction jobs, and "mc-jobs." so i contacted my band and asked about the whole "free education" deal. they told me to research what i wanted to get into, and forward as much information as i could. i sat down and figured out what i wanted to do, did the research, and got back to them.
basically what happened after that was i filled out an application form and forwarded the information on what i wanted to go to school for. i was told in the meantime to apply to the college i was interested in, and to get back to them if i was admitted. a few days later i found out the program i wanted to get into had a spot open for me. i called my band back and let them know.
after a lot of long distance phone calls, my band took care of my books, tuition, and a small living allowance to assist me while i studied. i still had to work part time on evenings and weekends, but for the most part i suppose you could say i received a "free" education. but it's subject to conditions. i don't like to use the term "first come, first served." but that's the term that comes to mind.
i can't speak for other people, or other reserves. all i can do is tell you the way things are from the way i've seen them. when i was 14, i watched the Oka Crisis from my tv set, while my aunt stood amongst natives from all over the country at barricades set up by the mohawks. at the time she was living in regina, while her husband attended the rcmp academy. after two children they would split up. she went on to university and teaches high school english somewhere on vancouver island. her ex-husband still serves with the RCMP and rarely sees his kids. right now she is living on reserve with her two kids, and their grandmother.
over the years two of my uncles have commited suicide. one of my uncles was living with a girlfriend, on reserve of course. one night he wanted to take the car out to town, and had been drinking. his girlfriend took the keys from him, and told him she wouldn't let him drive drunk. he locked himself in the bathroom and told her if she didn't give him back his keys he would swallow all of the pills in their medicine cabinet. she refused, and my uncle overdosed.
as for my other uncle who took his own life, we'll never know what happened. one day he walked into his basement, on reserve of course, and hung himself shortly after his third child was born. he didn't leave a note or anything. a couple of years later his widow and their children were forced to move out their house due to a mold problem. when the house was suitable to live in again, they moved back. i don't know why.
i have another uncle who helped build a tourist/friendship center on vancouver island. if you're familiar with vancouver island you probably know which one i am referring to. maybe you've even visited it. i've fallen out of touch with him, but my mother tells me that he works for the tribe doing handyman work for houses on reserve.
another uncle works for a salmon farm. if i had to chose a favorite uncle, i think it would be this one. when i was a kid i remember he would take a bunch of us down to the river. we'd play in the water and a short distance upstream he would spear fish from a tree that outcropped above the water. he would stand on this branch, and he always looked perfectly still, and once and awhile you would hear this *SPLASH!* and turn to see him pulling a fish out of the water. at my sister's wedding a couple of years ago we were talking and he asked me how he would go about putting cameras up around his house. when i asked him why he told me that someone was breaking into his house. nothing was going missing. he would come home from work and the tv or the radio would be on,and there would be food missing from the fridge.
he told me it didn't really bother him that it was happening, he was just getting tired of replacing the same window all the time. after that he chuckled and said he wanted to find out who it was, not so he could beat the tar out of him, but simply to let him know if he wanted to watch tv and eat his food all he had to do was ask. the last i heard he's living with his girlfriend, and his daughter from a previous relationship had her first child a couple of years ago.
i have a cousin. when his mom died of cancer a couple of years back. there was a mad dash to get a will drawn up so her son would be able to stay in the house they lived in. the day before she died my mother and i went into the hospital to say our good-byes. when my mom and i began to tear up she took our hands and smiled. even though my aunt was pretty much blind, i'll always remember how bright her eyes were towards the end. she told us, "don't cry. soon i will be with jesus."
the next day she was dead, and i was wishing i believed in god.
i have other cousins, aunts and uncles. it's a strange mix though. some live the straight and narrow, the others struggle with an addiction of some sort. most of the time it's alcohol, other times its heavier stuff.