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Doing the Right Thing
by Gilbert Oskaboose
Why do you think out of a village of hundreds only 4 or 5 show up for a regular band
meeting? Why do you think the People are saying that band employees are generally lazy,
uneducated louts that wouldn't last 2 seconds in a job out in the real world? Why do you
think the People say that Indian politics adds whole new dimensions to the words dirty and
sleazy?
The answers are simple. They don t like band leadership and they sure as hell don't trust
it. We may have come a long way on the road to good local self-government, but some of the
many things we discarded along the way are ethics, accountability and decent behavior.
What do you think ethics are - something you eat or rub on? Neither one, ethics are the
proper behavior at the proper time, a behavioral code set up and religiously adhered to
regarding employment, how you conduct yourself at work, how you treat others, how you do
business.... Most progressive companies and organizations have a written code of ethics
they abide by.
Accountability is another thing missing in Indian Country. People have a vague idea what
is means and spend plenty of time beating their gums about it, but it rarely happens.
Chief and Council appear to be accountable to no one, least of all to the people they
allegedly serve. When things get tense during one of our meetings our chief simply
declares the meeting closed. Next problem.
Decent behavior, now there's a joke. Many of our band workers are terrified of band
members and rarely, if ever, take the time to visit them in their homes, to see what they
want or how they can be helped.. One suggested "angry band members might be lurking
behind the door with an axe!" What! I suspect that says more about that particular
worker's state of mind than it does about band members themselves.
Our community has yet to get beyond the childish tactic of "getting mad at each
other." No one knows who is mad at whom - or why. It s a device used to control
others. Pathetic, but it still works in a strange sort of way so it is still used. Why are
there only two options about how you feel about people - love or hate. Couldn't you be
just totally indifferent about them?
Speaking of strange behavior, band members who are not related to the chief or council,
not currently employed by the band or not "on the good side" of Chief and
council are marginalized, put aside, ignored, shuffled off to some sort of band office
limbo. If the chief has nothing to do with you, neither will his loyal employees.
Speaking of personal ethics, elderly council members who ran out of ideas thirty years ago
are still clinging to power, refusing to step down in favor of younger people who need to
learn the ropes.
Many of them claim thirty years experience, but in reality it s one year of experience
repeated thirty times. Big difference. If they were all run over by a train tomorrow we
would have no leaders. Is this the kind of legacy they wish to leave behind? Probably is.
No ethics... no care. If you say anything about this sort of thing in your community you
re branded an "elder hater" - and "hated" even more.
The same idiots run for chief and council positions year after year, decade after decade,
even though they ran out of fresh ideas and new vision long ago. No personal ethics, just
greed and infinite stupidity. Predominant families remain in power by hook or crook or by
simple sheer "reproductive powers." Idiots beget idiots, it s one of the natural
laws of the universe....
Indian Country has come a long way, but it has a long way to go yet.
Gilbert Oskaboose, a retired Ojibway journalist from the Serpent River First Nation in Northern Ontario wrote a weekly column here on FirstNations.com. With the permission of his family, we are privileged to continue to present Gib's words and stories, many of which are still relevant today.
Gib is a residential school survivor. During his retirement, Gib was engaged in a class action law suit against the Society of Jesus (Jesuits) and the federal Department of Indian Affairs for their respective contributions to a residential school lost childhood.
In 2000, Gib suffered a stroke and he was no longer able to continue writing.. He his mind and spirit are still strong though his body is now weak. Gib is currently living in an nursing home in Ontario. Thanks and well wishes go out to him and his family.
As Gib would say, "Write on, young native writer, write on...." His hope is that young writers will pick up their pens and use their voice to comment and describe the world we live in.
The pen has been now been passed to you, the next generation.
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