End Of An Era by Jeff Roulston

Previously published on Jeff's blog www.TOStateOfMind.com and author and activist Kevin Powell's www.BKNation.org website.

The Cops Are Outside

Take A Walk

It's a beautiful day at Victoria Park and Lawrence...

"I Respect You" and "Back Then"

There Are No Streets

My visit to the Sunchild First Nation Reserve in Alberta forced me to check my privilege at the door. We stayed in a house on the reserve and got the true Rez experience. When I said we could walk to the school because our house was only on the next street over, one of the Sunchild youth corrected me: "There are no streets here, only dirt roads!" That and everything else I saw on the Rez inspired this poem.