Black History Month: Learn More
February is Black History Month in Canada. As February comes to a close, it is important to remember that while we make a point of emphasizing Black History this month, we know that Black History is Canadian History, and as such it is something to learn and celebrate every month of the year.
Here are some more online resources to help you continue to explore Black History in Canada:
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⸻ #48 GIFS, NADINE BHABHA [unknown] in the holiday shift, ep. 1. (more gifs will be added later)
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In Cinderella Tales From Around the World, I've now read all the tales from the United States and Canada. Most of these variants are Native American; some scholars think the archetype of Cinderella spread to these tribes from French Canadian settlers, but the indigenous people made it their own. There are also some US and Canadian variants from non-indigenous sources, which the book follows with two similar versions from the West Indies.
*The first Native American variant in this book is an Ojibwe version. The heroine is abused by her stepmother and two stepsisters, but a manitou (spirit) gives her fine clothes and a magical box in which to secretly store them. Some time later, the stepmother sends her to fetch water, and along the way the girl meets her grandmother, who warns her that she'll hear music, but not to look back in its direction – if she succeeds in not looking back, she'll become more beautiful than ever. She does, so one of the stepsisters sets out to the same place to gain new beauty too, but she ignores the grandmother's warning, looks back, and turns ugly. Some time after this, a dance takes place, the heroine attends wearing the dress the manitou gave her, and the chief's son falls in love with her and marries her. But after she gives birth to a son, the stepmother sticks a magic pin in her that turns her into an elk, and one of the stepsisters takes her place. Yet as in similar European variants, every day the elk comes back to nurse her baby, and eventually her husband finds her and pulls out the pin, restoring her to human form. He then has the stepmother and stepsisters executed.
*Another variant, from the Mi'kmaq and Algonquin peoples, is one I grew up with: it's been adapted into two picture books, The Rough-Face Girl and Sootface, and as "The Indian Cinderella" in an episode of the cartoon series Adventures from the Book of Virtues. The heroine lives with her father and her two cruel older sisters, who destroy her beauty by burning her with hot coals, singing off her hair and leaving her face covered with scars. Meanwhile, near their village lives a great, mystical chief or warrior who is invisible, or who can make himself invisible. Every girl in the village wants to marry him, including the two sisters, and they all dress in their finest to go and meet him. But the Invisible One will only marry a maiden who can see him, so his (visible) sister meets each one of them, and tests them by asking what his sled-strap and bowstring are made of. All the maidens, including the heroines' sisters, tell lies and are sent away. But the heroine dresses herself in improvised clothes and goes too, despite all her neighbors jeering at how ugly and shabby she looks. When the Invisible One's sister asks the usual question, she replies that his sled-strap is the rainbow and his bowstring is the Milky Way. This is the true answer. The sister then bathes her, which makes her hair grow back and heals her burn scars to reveal her natural beauty, and she marries the Invisible One.
**There's also a Huron variant on this story, with long additional episodes where suitors court the two older sisters, but they disdain the men, set near-impossible tasks for them, and when they succeed, finally say they'll marry them only when they've finished embroidering fabrics for the wedding. They force their younger sister to do the embroidery for them, but every night, like Penelope in The Odyssey, they undo some of it. Eventually, however, a great invisible chief comes to call, and the older sisters lie that they can see him but describe him inaccurately, while the youngest sister describes his true, otherworldly appearance and becomes his bride.
*The Zuñi tribe has a variant called The Turkey Girl, which stands apart from most others by having a sad ending. The heroine is a poor orphan, who either lives alone or with abusive sisters depending on the version, and earns her living by herding turkeys. One day a sacred dance is held and she longs to attend, so her turkeys magically wash her and dress her in finery and jewelry. But they warn her to come back before sunset to lead them home and feed them. The girl promises to do so, but at the dance she enjoys herself so much that she doesn't bother to go home in time. She comes back after dark to find that all the turkeys have fled into the wild, abandoning her to loneliness and poverty. This tale seems to be an allegory, warning poor people whose fortunes improve not to forget their old friends or be ungrateful to those who helped them.
*The book also includes retellings of Perrault's Cendrillon from Canada, the Southern US (written in slave dialect), the Bahamas, and Martinique. They're not different enough from from Perrault's version to warrant descriptions, but it's interesting to see the story told with each of these places' local flavors and dialects.
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Angela James
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: 22 December 1964
Ethnicity: African American, white
Nationality: Canadian
Occupation: Former Olympic ice hockey player, ice hockey coach, ice hockey referee, entrepreneur
Note: Considered the first superstar of modern women's ice hockey, James has been honoured by numerous halls of fame.
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Viola Desmond
A Canadian activist and businesswoman, Viola Desmond (1914-1965) helped start the modern Canadian civil rights movement.
Born to a Black father and White mothers in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Desmond became a beautician to address the lack of hair-care and skin-care products for Black women. She was not able to train in Halifax beautician schools, and left to train in three different cities (including one of Madam C. J. Walker's schools in New York). She returned to Halifax, where she opened a hair salon and her own beauty school for Black women, which explicitly gave admission to those who were denied entry to Whites-only training schools.
On November 8, 1946, Viola attended a movie in a segregated theatre. Unaware of this police and near-sighted, Desmond was sold a balcony ticket but sat in the floor section to see better. She was asked to move, refused, and she asked to be sold a floor ticket to be fair (they cost slightly more). Desmond was unaware of the segregation policy, as it was not standard throughout Nova Scotia.
Desmond was forcefully removed from the theatre, injuring her hip, and spent 12 hours in jail. The difference in price between the two tickets meant she had evaded a tax of a single cent (the balcony tax was 2 cents, the floor tax was 3 cents). Desmond, supported by the Nova Scotia Association for the Advancement of Coloured People (NSAACP), filed a lawsuit.
The lawsuit was dismissed. The Justice, when doing said, said that she was in the right, but the case had been brought as regarding to tax evasion, not civil rights.
The case was highly publicized throughout Canada, and was a centerpoint around Canadian civil rights activism. Desmond was granted a posthumous pardon (this first in Canadian history) in 2010 and appeared on a Canadian banknote.
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Winter brings with it the lupine urge to fling myself into a snowdrift and play. And then the realization that I don't have fur anymore hits and yeah. No rolling in snowdrifts. Spring is now bringing with it the lupine urge to just drop whatever shit I'm carrying, flop to the ground, and roll around in the grass. I swear to god, my wolf instincts consist of "I can eat that raw, right?" and "I'm upset, time to howl" and "roll in the snow/grass/sand/whatever" and nothing actually remotely useful.
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