Fighting for JUSTICE for 306 Natives
I was late arriving for the canoe landings. I got stuck in traffic twice driving from Seattle to the Port of Olympia near the mouth of the Nisqually River, the destination of this year’s multi-tribal canoe journey, the Paddle to Nisqually. Tribes from all over the Northwest had sent canoe families on journeys of many days, ultimately arriving at the land of the Nisqually.
I had to park a half-mile away and then got lost trying to find the landing. By the time I got there it was 2:30, an hour and a half after the landings began. I was sure I’d missed the good parts. Maybe I should just turn back around. But something kept telling me not to worry, that everything would be ok.
Then I heard... singing. Native singing. I merged with the crowd of onlookers gazing out onto Puget Sound, part of the Salish Sea, and saw beautiful hand-carved Native canoes stretching off for half a mile, like jet planes lining up to come in for a landing.
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