“It has a lot to do with becoming aware of [her] identity and own specific [indian] body” while “smuggling moral censure into the enemy's institution” “This [red] will be read as a symbol of violent history of colonial canada flung into canada's face”

An Indian woman sits inside the institution. She slowly applies red to her body As its read to her body

One red line, after One red line, after One red line, after One red line Until her body is covered Red as race Red as history Red as pain Red as trauma Red as blood Red as protection

She stands and begins to rub her redness all over the white walls “Speaking with one's own, in one's own way” With one's own body She is engulfed and surrounded by them She floats in the institution “Some spirits get stuck outside” “Some spirits get stuck inside’ “The spirits can move in and out of the building”

Her mother sings to her and together they flow Her mother's sounds are read to her body, she moves with them. There are many that move with them. But she doesn't “speak for but beside” them “This is co resistance”

Race, history, pain, trauma, blood, protection “Stuck in an endless loop” But now they are “rising to the occasion”

She stands and begins to rub her redness all over the white walls All over the “academic arrogance”

She aggressively tries to rub the redness off her body She aggressively tries to rub the racism off her body She aggressively tries to rub the trauma off her body

“This is [her] rebelion. This is [her] outrage” Her “response to racism is anger” Her “response to racism” is strength Her “response to racism” is expression For now generationally she can express it She is again engulfed by the white walls, stained red

She moves within the space She begins to become more and more engulfed by the white She cant breathe She grunts She fights They are “bodily conditions of the present” They are “bodily conditions of the present” caused by the past

Tears begin to fall They hit the cold institutional cement floor With tears come a release Something is lifted Something has shifted Blackness flows out of her mouth

She continues to breathe and move with her mothers breath With her mothers exhale The white, stained red that surrounds her gently slides off her body It hits the ground She leaves it there and walks away

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