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Representing “The Indigenous Experience”

Cousins and Kin Program at DOXA 2021

By Evelyn Pakinewatik

DOXA Documentary Film Festival May 6-16, 2021

Cousins and Kin Program
Curated by the Cousin Collective
DOXA Documentary Film Festival
Vancouver, BC
May 6-16, 2021

How does one curate adequate representation of The Indigenous Experience? Is this a singular experience? What can “Indigeneity” as an identifier define beyond the state of being colonized? In certain company one often hears the phrase “we are all Indigenous to Somewhere.” Where is this Somewhere that we can all call home? I think I’d like to go there.

Cousins and Kin

Cousins and Kin.
Indigeneity itself is an abstraction, a theoretical unifier which we can all somehow claim. How could The Indigenous Experience then be represented if not in the abstract, the surreal? We are all living post-apocalyptic lives (and the world ends every day for somebody), making choices that reflect an extinct integrity; the land, the spirit, the bones. We are here. We will remember, even in forgetting. Old becomes new, again, and we are here, and we breathe, and we bear witness, and we dream, and we cannot help but insist upon it.

“Extinct” isn’t the right word, but I don’t know how else to describe the constant moral quandary of trying to function ethically in this world as it’s ending. If I grow my own food, and build my own house, and sew my own clothes, if I take shovel and nail and needle and axe, who mined the metal I would then hold in my hands? What spirit and memory lives within my camera before I ever hold it to my eye? This question is as strange as it is heavy, and it is this weight which reminds me that filmmaking is a privilege afforded to a few. Someone is paying for it. I don’t always know who.

I can’t help but think of the somber black-and-white portraits of the miners of Potosí in Miguel Hilari’s Bocamina. Potosí is a colonial Bolivian mining town in the shadow of a great mountain whose children will inevitably join their fathers to work in the dark of the earth.

Bocamina. Director: Miguel Hilari

Bocamina. Director: Miguel Hilarilief that is.
The Indigenous Experience is a broad, diverse, and infinite exercise in adaptation. Adam Khalil and Adam Piron’s film Halpate, documenting Seminole alligator wrestling, is a perfect example of this. When the Seminole people were displaced by the U.S. government, they had to quickly find means of survival in the Everglades. Initially they hunted alligators for sustenance. Later, Seminole alligator wrestling evolved, soon to become a tourist attraction promoted by white Floridians. By the time the Seminole people began to own and manage this tourism, the American alligator had become an endangered species. Since then, Seminole stewardship of this industry has proven to solidify the relational reciprocity shared with the American alligator and strengthened the foundations of mutual survival. In Halpate, I watched at the edge of my seat, fighting the urge to shut my eyes, as a man put his head in an alligator’s mouth. Google informs us that alligators have a bite strength of 2980 psi, more than enough to crush bone, to crush skull. This “Dance of Hunters” is as much a conversation as it is a show of skill.

Halpate. Directors: Adam Khalil and Adam Piron

Halpate. Directors: Adam Khalil and Adam Pirona re

In Colectivo Los Ingrávidos’ Impressions for a Sound and Light Machine, an unseen woman declares, trancelike, “Here they come, the dead, so lonely, so silent, so ours…”

I will likely never know her, but I can hear her, still. I can feel her. Cut and cut away the image, until all that’s left is light! “…with a bowl of horrors between their hands, their terrifying tenderness…”

Impressions For a Sound and Light Machine. Director: Colectivo Los Ingravidos

Impressions For a Sound and Light Machine. Director: Colectivo Los Ingravidos
Maybe being Indigenous, or just being an Indigenous filmmaker, means that there are so few of us, and so many of us, and none of us at all. Indigenous is, of course, Their word, now Our word. Similarly, hopefully, we take Their tools to tell Our stories, making those tools Ours in the process. What are we still doing here? I think, sometimes, to make beautiful things, and to grieve.

Colectivo Los Ingrávidos portrays grief with a hard slash through celluloid. James Luna’s The History of the Luiseño People depicts grief as a Charlie Brown Christmas tree with a beer can topper and sunglasses worn indoors.

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The History of the Luiseño People. Director: James Luna. Credit: Video Data Bank at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago

In Shelley Niro’s Honey Moccasin, Zachary John shifts uncomfortably in his seat, saying, “It’s okay stuff, I guess. But a little on the weird side – it’s just too heavy! It’s supposed to be a night out for enjoyment, fun. Time to forget about your problems, not have somebody remind you over and over again about this depressing stuff. Drink, dance, be merry!” The man beside him silently turns away. Without too much thought, Zachary takes the opportunity to swipe his neighbor’s beaded sheath left sitting on the table, tucking it away into the sleeve of his jacket.

It’s an all-too-familiar complaint; – Lighten up! – Get over it! You meet people who are In It, who Fight It, who Ignore It when they can, and Deny It when they can’t. The Indigenous Experience, so often experienced as various degrees of disconnect and dissociation. It is hard to say, even in celebration, what we can do that is not in some way a response to colonization.

The titular Honey Moccasin spins and transforms Lynda Carter-style into Detective Honey Moccasin with deerstalker hat and unrelenting poise. She’s in a band! She owns a bar! She has a daughter in film school! She’s here to solve the mystery and bring the culprit to (non-carceral) justice. Most importantly, Honey Moccasin makes us smile. Indians get to have fun too, even when you talk about the “depressing stuff.”

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Honey Moccasin. Director: Shelley Niro

A few years ago, I listened to Sky Hopinka talk in Maine where he asked the question, “Am I Native person with a camera, or a camera person who happens to be Native?” It was also in Maine when I first held a whole lobster in my hands. I was one of those children who stopped at grocery store lobster tanks if I saw them, just to visit. Lobsters know what many don’t – Hell is real, and only we have the power to condemn them. Caroline Monnet’s Creatura Dada represents a feast of lobster, oyster, and champagne in grotesque and gorgeous celebration. Look at our beauty and our splendor, those feasting and watching us seem to say. They are all Indigenous women, and this feast, this celebration, is their Indigenous Experience. My Maine lobster, like those in Creatura Dada, was shiny and red and I wept as I ate it. I have never seen or held a creature more beautiful.

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Creatura Dada. Director: Caroline Monnet
To be Indigenous, maybe, is to know that time used to be different. In my community, we call it “Indian Time,” which today is often understood as lateness. It would be more accurate to say that “Indian Time” is just that whatever is meant to happen is going to happen when it happens, not before and possibly not at all. Every colonized people on the planet enjoy a similar relationship. This world, now, is defined by the constant theft of time. What can we do but watch, listen, tell a story about it later? I saw this time stolen. I saw this time lost. Spend a little time with me and watch, so we can remember this stolen time together.

There’s more to say, but if I said it all, I’d never stop talking. Cousins and Kin does not satisfy, and does not attempt to satisfy, the expectation of a non-Indigenous audience. I can’t tell you how much of a relief that is.

Disclaimer: This article (Representing “The Indigenous Experience”) was originally written as part of the partnership between ICCA and Rungh Magazine. As part of our long-term collaboration, ICCA offers writing opportunities for our community members while highlighting BIPOC exhibitions and programming in Rungh. Rungh Vol. 9, No. 2


Evelyn Pakinewatik (Nbisiing Anishnaabe/Irish, Nipissing First Nation) is a filmmaker and multidisciplinary artist. Evelyn’s work explores the intersection of dreams and memory and the societal distortions of interiority, relationality, and animacy.

An artist raised by artists, Evelyn began working alongside their parents from a very young age to preserve and disseminate traditional textile and nature arts in Indigenous communities across Ontario and Québec. Interconnectivity and reciprocity continue to motivate Evelyn’s creative process as they seek to practice anti-colonial survivance through an inclusive lens.

Evelyn is a 2018 Reelworld E20 Fellow, 2019 4th World Media Lab Fellow, a 2020 HotDocs Doc Accelerator Fellow, and a 2021 EFM Doc Salon Fellow. Evelyn’s films have been screened at various festivals including the imagineNATIVE Film and Media Arts Festival, LA Skins Fest, St. John’s International Women’s Film Festival, Māoriland Film Festival, Festival Présence Autochtone, and the Toronto Queer Film Festival. Their work has also been exhibited at the Ojibwe Cultural Foundation, Toronto City Hall, and the Bentway at Fort York. Evelyn has been invited to speak at higher learning institutions including the Ontario College of Art and Design University and Cornell University. They have received generous support from the Ontario Arts Council, the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Indigenous Screen Office.

Evelyn’s recent projects include “Nooj Goji/Anywhere” (2024), a short film which explores immunocompromised identity within an Anishinaabe context, and “Abiinoojiikaasmin”(2025), a short film centring the voices and futures of Indigenous children. Upcoming projects include a documentary series with the National Film Board of Canada.