Think of the state of black men in America and the state of natives here in Canada as broadly analogous. Both groups form a self reinforcing underclass. Both groups fill the prisons, both live in squalor.
Looking just at natives — we live in over crowded shacks, we are riddled with disease, and we have the smallness of spirit that comes with all that. Here’s the difference and the reason I am depressed — we don’t have a dream.
There is no native Martin Luther King, and maybe there never will be.