Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of yearsâfar longer than settlers have been in Canadaâand made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotÄn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racismâlike Kashechewanâbecause it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
Being an American is fun because youâll say something like âI think children should be educated and fedâ and some Christian will pop out of nowhere to call me a filthy Communist and ask me why I hate white people, men, and god
Those who are angry about people celebrating Charlie Kirk's death are the same people trying to find excuses for why a 1 year old baby deserved to be murdered.
"I believe that being LGBT is a sin, but I still believe they should have rights. Does that make me a bigot?"
Yes, it does.
How did you decide that it's a sin? Did you study sociology and construct a scientific theory of what a sin is and why being LGBT would qualify as one?
No, you didn't. You were told that it's a sin and you played along. If you were told that it should be punishable by death, you would play along with that too. Other people who have the exact same patterns as you are murdering people for being LGBT.
tw: child abuse, child neglect, starvation, experimentation, death, death of a child, murder
Macbeth shoots awake, eyes wide as he breathes heavily and sweats. He grips the blanket tightly, knuckles white while he shakes in fear. His eyes dart around the dark room, trying to make out where he is. When he realizes he's still in Hamlet's guest room he lets out a heavy sigh and slowly loosens his grip on the blanket. He slowly gets out of bed, and makes his way to the living room. Hamlet is lying on the couch, snoring softly. Macbeth quietly walks to Hamlet, and watches him for a moment before looking around the room. The home is comfortable, inviting, warm, it makes Macbeth feel safe. He takes everything in, and tears start forming in his eyes as he realizes that this is all really happening.
Hamlet wakes quietly; immediately sitting up when he sees Macbeth. He fixes his own hair and straightens his shirt before smiling at the boy. Macbeth stares at Hamlet as tears start to roll down his cheeks. Hamlet immediately frowns and gently pulls the boy into a tight hug.
âWhat's wrong, buddy?â Hamlet asks, concerned.
Macbeth shakes his head as he clutches Hamlet's shirt, âthis is really happeningâŠI'm really hereâŠâ
Hamlet closes his eyes and starts soothingly running his fingers through Macbeth's hair, âyeah, you're really here. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again Macbeth.â
Macbeth immediately breaks. He starts sobbing loudly. He shoves his face into Hamlet's shirt, and clutches the fabric like his life depends on his grip on it. Hamlet soothes Macbeth patiently, letting the boy cry out his feelings. Tears threaten Hamlet's eyes too, but he keeps his own emotions in check for now.
âHey, let's eat, and then I'll take you somewhere nice. How does that sound?â Hamlet smiles as he gently squeezes Macbeth.
Macbeth sniffles as he looks up at Hamlet. He nods quietly and calms himself concerningly quickly. Hamlet notes how easily Macbeth hides his emotions. The more he learns about Macbeth, the more his concern grows. Hamlet smiles at Macbeth and guides him to the kitchen. He opens the fridge to show Macbeth what's inside. He takes some eggs out, and begins showing Macbeth how to cook them with a smile. Macbeth gives Hamlet his full attention, eyes wide. Hamlet genuinely smiles at the boy. Macbeth insists he makes his own eggs after watching Hamlet. Hamlet nods and guides the boy with a smile. Macbeth does well, clearly a quick learner.
The pair eat their breakfasts quietly. Hamlet doesn't want to be overbearing, and Macbeth doesn't know how to make small talk. He doesn't even know what small talk is. Macbeth eats voraciously. Hamlet watches Macbeth quietly, doing nothing to correct his poor manners.
Once they both finish Hamlet cleans up. Then, he gathers a proper outfit for Macbeth. He lets the boy change in his bedroom, and he himself changes into a brown suit with a white shirt and a green tie. The tie matches his eye color, and the suit compliments his slightly messy, dark brown hair. He's adjusting his tie when Macbeth steps out, wearing a black t-shirt that contrasts his sickly pale skin, and blue jeans that are just a bit too big for him. The boy's black hair is a knotted mess, but not as long as one would expect for someone so neglected. Hamlet starts brushing Macbeth's hair gently, smiling. Macbeth doesn't protest, sitting quietly.
âYou're very quiet, Macbeth,â Hamlet states as he brushes.
Macbeth shrugs, âI've never had someone to talk to.â
âThen how did you learn to speak?â Hamlet stops brushing his hair to look at him, curious.
âI listened to the scientists through the door.â
Hamlet frowns, resuming his brushing, âwhat scientists?â
Macbeth shrugs again, nonchalant as he speaks, âthe ones in the bunker. They couldn't believe I was still alive.â
Hamlet pauses, staring at Macbeth, âwhy was that?â
âThey thought I should have âstarvedâ, whatever that means. They expected me to die years ago, apparently,â Macbeth is far too calm as he speaks bluntly.
Hamlet stares at Macbeth in disbelief, âyouâŠreally have never eaten? In how many years?â
Macbeth nods, âthey said I hadn't eaten in eight years. Since they took me.â
âTook you from who?â Hamlet's expression hardens as he speaks.
Macbeth shrugs.
âHow old were you when they took you?â
Macbeth shrugs again, âless than a year, from what they said.â
Hamlet is at a loss for words. He stares at Macbeth with his mouth hanging open for nearly a minute, frozen. Macbeth looks at Hamlet curiously.
âAre you okay?â
Hamlet takes a moment to respond, âare you? What did they do to you?â
Macbeth shakes his head, âI'm in a lot of painâŠI don't remember them doing anything. I was in an empty, dark room for as long as I can remember. Someone accidentally opened the door, and I ran as fast as I could. I tried to free another little girl, butâŠâ
Macbeth cuts himself off, tears welling up in his eyes. Hamlet's eyes widen as he gently pulls Macbeth into a tight hug. Macbeth starts to shake before finally breaking down into sobs.
Hamlet cradles Macbeth's head with one hand, âyou're safe now, I promise.â
Macbeth lets out a shaky sob, âthey killed her. They killed us both.â
Hamlet holds Macbeth tightly, frowning as he speaks, âtheyâŠkilled you?â
Macbeth nods and looks up at Hamlet with teary eyes, âI heard a loud bang, and she collapsed. Then I heard another, and it all went blackâŠNext thing I knew, I was buried in a little hole. Her body was on top of meâŠHer body was rottingâŠâ
âThat's why you were kneeling in front of a graveâŠâ Hamlet frowns as he gently cups Macbeth's cheeks.
Macbeth nods, sniffling as he grabs Hamlet's shirt, âI buried herâŠShe should've lived. I should've-â
Hamlet shakes his head as he cuts Macbeth off, âno, that wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I won't let them hurt you again for as long as I live. You're safe here.â
Macbeth clutches Hamlet's shirt, collapsing against him again while he sobs. Hamlet cradles the boy with a frown, processing everything he's said. The only thing Hamlet is certain of in this moment is how much he cares about this child.
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