Posted: Feb 25, 2021 8:00 AM PT | Last Updated: February 25
Mayor Carol Leclerc says she has asked her council to consider inviting an ombudsperson to investigate its conduct, following the resignation of Coun. Jessica McCallum-Miller, who says she felt unsupported by her colleagues.(City of Terrace)
The mayor of Terrace, B.C., is calling for an ombudsperson s investigation into the conduct of city council following the resignation of its first Indigenous member.
In a written statement posted on Facebook on Monday, Jessica McCallum-Miller said she had felt unheard and/or unsupported by fellow councillors when she put forward ideas about advancing the rights of First Nations since her election to council in 2018.
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The B.C. premier’s words were heard around the province during the only pre-election televised leaders debate.
After being asked to reflect upon how he, as a white political leader, personally reckoned with privilege and unconscious bias against people who are Black, Indigenous, and from other racial backgrounds, John Horgan replied with a tale from his youth.
He looked back to when he played lacrosse with people of Indigenous and South Asian ancestry.
“For me, I did not see colour,” Horgan declared. “I thought everyone around me was the same.”
At Ikea, I Found The Meaning Of Christmas And Myself
Over a plate of meatballs, I began connecting to my ancestral identity and grappling with what it means to be Canadian. Tessa Vikander Updated
(Illustration: Katie Carey)
Last year, right before Christmas, I took a trip to Ikea not to buy furniture, but to eat at the cafeteria. I had meatballs with lingonberry sauce, gravy, steamed vegetables, potatoes and a slice of Daim caramel cake. I’ve spent my adult life disconnected from my Swedish ancestry, foods and celebrations. For a long time, Ikea was my antidote.
The trip was a remedy for a particularly bad bout of Christmas blues. I had been home alone lying on the couch, limbs heavy with sadness, watching daylight fade into darkness. My partner and I had been talking about having kids and what traditions we wanted to pass on; now, the hidden grief of my loss of culture was surfacing. I have so little to share, I thought. After a good cry, I ventured out to