It’s an end to an era for me, fuck the legacy of the dead pedophile artist in Norval Morrisseau and fuck the Canadian art scene…

 

Well folks, it’s been one hell of a journey as an indigenous artist for me and I’ve reached a crossroads with regard to my experiences. I simply cannot go on pretending that everything is ok and it’s all going to go away. This battle of exposing the truth has done me no favours. The delusion is so deep and grotesque that eventually one reaches their breaking point. The insanity of people trying to pretend that Morrisseau was some sort of hero and cultural icon is on most days an uphill battle. The depths of gross negligence and arrogance is simply too much and I’m just one person trying to stand up for the truth. I don’t have much support because most people don’t even know how to grasp what I’ve found. They don’t want to address it and I simply don’t have enough time or the resources to continue on. Fighting for the truth and trying to stand up with integrity and honesty slowly wears me down. It’s a lot like all the efforts I went through in fighting the art fraud. It’s tiring my heart and soul. I cannot trust any of these people associated with the Morrisseau estate. They are all fuckin liars and real scumbags. These people literally make me sick to my stomach. I see them for who they are but many don’t because they don’t know this story, my story. I’m beginning to sense that I really don’t matter…it’s a difficult reality and most of the time I feel like giving up. 

This is the colonial Canada in full effect where money and power are at its roots. Built on the genocide of my people. Mostly white Canadian colonizers who use their education and influence to deflect from the real stories as I’ve outlined and tried to share here. I’ve written emails, Facebook posts and articles doing my best to be honest and straightforward. I’ve had a few people who have sided with me and who stand in solidarity but not enough to help me continue the fight. It gets challenging because I feel I’m alone in this. I truly understand why those who have been sexually abused find it so hard to come forward. With no support and financial backing it gets really difficult to continue on. I also have lost my enthusiasm for art and in dealing with the Canadian art scene. It’s really fuckin gross to tell you the truth. On top of that I’m someone who suffers from a lifetime disability since 1998 with a chronic condition and on most days my symptoms get the best of me. I struggle with depression and ptsd. It’s beginning to effect my confidence in writing, spelling and numbers. I go through long pauses in my creativity and feel discouraged as an artist most of the time. I owe much of my suffering to the outright ignorance of white settler Canadian society. The gallery scene, the museums, the academics and art historians. All of them absolutely fuckin blind to the truth. 

This is the daily struggle and reality that I am faced with. Who wants to be apart of a system like this? I feel so betrayed by the whole thing. From giving years of my life to trying to find justice to eventually being completely let down by having to come to terms with so much wasted time, neglect, lack of support and denial of my truth. No wonder some people snap and go on a killing spree. I understand that now and although these thoughts have crossed my mind, I have to think of what’s best for my little boy. So I choose to try and find a way forward in this world of darkness and deceptions. Liars with money isn’t an easy thing to face. I don’t have many connections in the Canadian art scene because I simply cannot trust it. With bullshitters around the Morrisseau estate, the world of academia, lawyers and consultants, Canadian art galleries and such, it just takes a toll. 

I don’t want it no more. I don’t want to have to participate in a corrupt system as this. It’s just too fucked up and it’s become so big that it’s easy to get lost in it all. I’m done. I’m bowing out and will look for more smaller and intimate ways of moving forward and getting on with it. It certainly hasn’t been easy but at this point I’ve tried my very best to push through. Most of the people I’ve met around Morrisseau are total fuckin cowards. Most of them white settler colonizers. Believing the lies they are told because of the money involved, chasing the money, property and prestige. The foundations of colonial Canada. 

Any how I want to end this article with a statement of my truth. I fought the art fraud with this guy in Kevin hearn from the Canadian pop band in the Barenakedladies. He was someone I respected until I started speaking up about the historic sex crimes of Norval Morrisseau. The last thing I said to him after he said to me that I was speaking bad things about Norval was that I had to let him go as a friend. I couldn’t be friends with someone who was siding with my sexual abuser. He chose the dead pedophile artist. After everything I did for him, he chose that. That was really the last knife in the heart. He chose a lie and to not stand in solidarity with the real and painful truth. My truth. I’ve now found a total of 8 sexual assault victims. And where are they?

Fuckin nowhere to be found. Not a call, not a message, not an email. Nothing. It’s gross negligence and it’s absolutely phoney and fake in my books. I see now why the Creator removed them all from my life. They couldn’t be there for me in my darkest hour, they couldn’t extend me any grace because my truth would demolish their delusion. Morrisseau was a sex abuser of children. Of young men like myself at that time. They stand with that…I have chosen to stand alone…

Good bye…for now. Until we meet again. Miigwetch for everything and all my relations, 

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Check out this bizarre tribute by Kevin Hearn. In the end? What a disgrace in whom the true Norval Morrisseau really was…fuckin gross really 🤡