In October, I was asked to be a ceremonial witness at the Ubuntu Conference in downtown Kelowna.
It was organized by Lady Dia Ewila, Kelowna’s artist-in-residence, and her fellow artist and partner Trophy Ewila.
They aimed to “bridge the disconnect between artists, local community members, different cultural groups, public art spaces and resources required to have access to space for public gathering.”
It was about bringing together people who’ve been vocal about yearning for safe spaces, family, community, celebration and the importance of feeling seen — for an open and honest conversation with allies about racism and “collective solutions to community problems.
At IndigiNews, we talked about how I could cover this. Should it be a news story? An op-ed? Then my sis Emilee Gilpin said, “It’s a ceremonial witness account, so let’s write it as such, since that’s truly what we are at IndigiNews.”
Protocol for being a ceremonial witness goes something like this … The host of a ceremony will often approach you after an event and give you an offering. That offering means they are asking you with good intentions to do three things:
- Never forget what you saw.
- Take every opportunity you get to talk about it share what you saw.
- Follow through with the work that needs to continue.
When I was approached by Lady Dia and Trophy Ewila to witness this event, I couldn’t turn it down. So I decided to write both a news story as well as this ceremonial witness account.
On Oct. 23, the day of the conference, I showed up with my kids in tow. It was cold and sunny, and we waited downstairs for almost an hour to be let in. We got to know the other 10 or so people waiting outside — the farmers who came because they wanted to offer space at their farm, and the woman from UBC who said she was there simply to listen.
On ceremony days, we know that ceremony spirit starts when you wake up, which is why it’s so important to set your intentions for the day. So for us, ceremony began downstairs while we were waiting.
Eventually, someone joined the virtual event to tell the organizers we were outside outside., The group laughed when someone came down and the door finally burst open.
Inside I found 20 people who were there to attend the conference, everyone was seated after being given colouring art kits at the door as a reciprocal offering.
But what I found really noticeable was the absence of any city councillors and the mayor. I knew they’d been invited, and given the recent string of racist acts, I thought for sure an elected representative would accept the invitation to join this conversation with this group of Black people, Indigenous people and people of colour (BIPOC).Folks wanted to share intimately with those who hold “colonial space.” It’s an old way of doing things, sitting and having honest conversations.
It was the work that happened in the absence of colonial space holders that made the day worth one’s weight in Indigenous beadwork.
Over the course of the day folks got up and shared what kinds of spaces they can offer one another — to gather, sing, commune and feast together, to hold space for time and spirit. I witnessed that with or without colonial space holders we have everything need to hold space for one another. I witnessed synergy and the potential for BIPOC community to create a higher level of consciousness.
After witnessing, as per protocol, I had to carry the work forward, so I followed up with Mayor Colin Basran.
It’s always difficult for me, especially as a syilx woman, to interview folks in political positions. This is not because I’m intimidated, but rather because I know I’m likely to get a cookie-cutter response. I can count on it almost every time.
As a settler and ally, IndigiNews editor Brielle Morganwould’ve absolutely taken the interview on for me, but I felt I needed to follow through on this responsibility myself. So I asked hard questions and held him accountable for not showing up. He said that he “can’t say yes to everything” and he had to be with his kids that day.
It took me more than a month to write the news story. I needed time to process and unpack what I witnessed. I needed to sit with it in my own personal ceremony before moving ahead with it — especially as a syilx person who doesn’t feel safe on my homelands in Kelowna.
My main teaching from this conference was that BIPOC in Kelowna are absolutely doing what they can in their own inner worlds to make their spaces safe. And with or without colonial entities and institutions, community is being built and safety is being reclaimed on these syilx lands.
Now is the time to call our spirit here, because we are here to stay and reclaim safe spaces. We can no longer go with our spirits wandering. We need to love these lands as syilx do and have our spirits exchange energy with the land, walking each step with purpose and love.
