Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted and my cupboards bare, I have some food but it will not last and I still do not know how I will cover all the utility bills.
I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.
Really starting to worry as July comes to an end new bills are coming and I’m already in the hole due to multiple emergencies, including the family vehicle breaking down (it was replaced but with a $490 van that needs a lot of work), there is not enough food to last and we don’t even have the gas money to get to the foodshelf.
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The last of the three aboriginal girls who famously walked a thousand miles across Australia – to escape internment after being kidnapping by the government – has now died.
I cover their story in my second book, focusing on Molly Craig/Kelly, who made the journey twice, after the government abducted her once again. The second time, she walked back while carrying one of her daughters, Anna, on her back. Three months after making it back, the government kidnapped Anna again. She grew up being told she was an orphan, and only learned late in life that her mother was alive. Tragically, Molly died mere weeks before she and Anna were to be finally reunited.
The daughter left behind was Doris Doris Pilkington Garimara, who reunited with Molly 21 years after their separation. She wrote Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence about the escape (and manhunt for) Molly, Daisy, and Gracie.It was turned into a movie in 2002.
“This photo was taken one week before her death. She chose it for her obituary because as she said, “I look so good for someone almost dead!” Her brief time diagnosed with inoperable cancer gave her mere days to live.”
“A final message Ellen wanted to share was about the fat shaming she endured from the medical profession.
Over the past few years of feeling unwell she sought out medical intervention and no one offered any support or suggestions beyond weight loss.
Ellen’s dying wish was that women of size make her death matter by advocating strongly for their health and not accepting that fat is the only relevant health issue.”
Fatphobia is deadly.
Your fat hatred kills people.
People who are loved, people who are desperately missed.
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