Saturday, August 23rd Nanaimo, BC
They had arrived early that morning to set up the chairs. Harry was physically exhausted, but the only thing he could feel was the energy in the room and the hope that all would go well. The few that weren’t connected online, he had been able to contact by phone. As this was summer, which meant good weather on all parts of the island, most had no difficulty with the journey to Nanaimo. They knew this was important; somehow they had all arranged to come. When the last one arrived, Harry nodded to his nephew Keith, who got up and stood guard outside the door. Keith was as big as the door, his uncle had chosen well.
Harry stood so that he could be easily heard, and laid it out, plain and clear. “In the new government, if it happens, there will be no Ministry of Aboriginal Affairs. No welfare checks, no entitlement checks. The only thing that will still be provided,” he looked at Wilma, who nodded confirmation, “is health care. That will still be there for everybody.”
Old Simon Begay shouted from the back of the room: “What the hell are we supposed to do, Harry? Go back to wearing skins? I don’t think Mary could chew me one anymore.” Simon’s words were crazy, of course, and nobody they knew had chewed skins for over a hundred years, but suddenly they could all see old Mary, sitting outside of her house, gumming away on a piece of sealskin. Their faces went even longer at the shared image; Harry used most of his remaining energy to keep a straight face.
“We get the parks.”
Harry Thorn brought the small crowd to a dead stop with his words.
Finally, Simon found his voice, “We get the parks. What do you mean we get the parks?”
They were stunned as Harry explained.
“I mean we get the parks. All of the Provincial Parks on Vancouver Island will belong to us. For this to happen, though, there are some things we have to do.”
“One - We have to figure out how we want to divide them up between us.”
“Two - We have to keep this absolutely secret. If anyone outside of us here in this room finds out – and by ‘anyone’ I mean everybody, spouses, family, other tribal members – if anyone finds out, then all hell will break loose, the new country wont happen, and we’ll be Wards of the US of A’s Bureau of Indian Affairs.”
Harry continued, “Now – I’ve brought plenty of maps, I’ve got my laptop if there is anything anybody wants to research. Oh, I didn’t mention the last thing. Three – We can’t leave here until we have it all worked out.”
He pointed towards the door. “My nephew, Keith, can arrange for food to be brought in, and anything else you may need. You can call whoever you need to call to clear your schedule or let folks know you will be here for a while. Those without a cell phone can use mine. Wilma is the liaison on our behalf and will oversee the transfer of ownership of the property in the manner of our decisions. She will also record our words here today, to help us remember them later, if that becomes necessary. There are a lot more changes that you don’t know about yet – but you will be told everything. And everyone will speak today; all voices will be heard. But first, lets get settled in, shall we? Now – who needs to use my phone?”
The roar was deafening. Some sat dumbfounded, not sure whether to believe their ears or not. Others, those who knew Harry Thorn, knew every word he spoke was the truth. Keith, outside, leaned against the door and smiled. His uncle had been right. It was to be a lively meeting, indeed.