First and foremost, I would like to make it crystal clear that halfbreed is a slur. If you do not have history with this particular slur, then please, I urge you to never use it in conversation when referring to Metis or mixed folks.
The title of my blog is a play-on-words in reference to E. Pauline Johnson’s infamous piece entitled “A Red Girl’s Reasoning“, one of my favourite essays by Johnson. For the most part, I struggle as Metis woman in finding myself and my people’s stories in a lot of work I come in contact with. Though, many of our people’s stories and experiences transcend individual identities I have still struggled to find a voice I could grab onto and relate to fully. It was not until Maria Campbell’s Halfbreed that I found a foundation to hold onto. It is from here that I wove a complex relationship with halfbreed as a title. It is something that I use in jest but still understand the full implications of it, after all, it was my great grandparent’s who took the ‘halfbreed scrip’ and solidified our presence in halfbreedom. I apologize if the title offends you, but I make no apologies for my history and my relationship with my personal history.