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She slays in those double braids. She is slayed because of those double braids. The original voice, silence from those double braids. They can be bought and sold, those double braids. In fact, there is a sale at the Bay for those double braids. Look for the HBC original canoe for your half-off Canadian branded series of snowshoes. Erase the creators of those goods. Their origin and history have no need to be understood. And use them for your favorite winter activities, like lightly frolicking over her forgotten snow-covered body.
It's buy-one-get-one misrepresentations of her story. Just look for the nearest store occupying our territory. Check the back of your status cards for the special pin that includes free judgment to go along with the perceived sin that what she got, she had coming. And if she goes missing, have her family bring in the newspaper clipping for their discounted black suits, dresses, and other dark labels. It's a quality purchase that can be worn over and over again as a funeral staple. Given the current societal climate, they'll get plenty of wear out of this product, like last year's fashion. It's so easy to forget her.
Just toss her remains in Manitoba's aptly named Red River, and the vitriol comes free with purchase. If she had some form of mental illness, it's a points card full of expert witness. That would be remiss if he didn't remind us that she was at risk because she happened to choose to be in the prostitution and addictions business. Oh, and you'll find the public apathy on the shelf next to the sacred music festival headdresses. For every 10 biased news stories, you'll get a free personal allegory of a guy who knows a guy who dated a native girl because he doesn't see color in his well-read. Who wants a special gold star because he went to a powwow once and totally listens to A Tribe Called Red? I would say their names, but there are far too many.
We are the forgotten Canadian penny, or coppery skin removed from circulation over time because it isn't as valued as the lighter dimes. It's 10 for one, what a deal, just like our land. We come at a steal. Her body's a commodity, bought and sold as prepackaged native spirituality. Sorry, we don't sell an empowered indigenous matriarchy, but we do carry exotic Indians, included with batteries. Her life's receipt is marked final sale. There are no refunds on colonization retail. It's a Black Friday event with tax-exemption. It's our culture, turn boho style consumption. Keep beating those drums for social redemption, and maybe, just maybe, we'll get positive media attention. APTN coverage of a sunrise ceremony on a red morning because the red are mourning. The double braids found 90% off in the bargain box, but we don't know where they came from because the tags were ripped off. [Applause]