Andrea Langlois et al - Islands of Resistance - Pirate Radio in Canada
Andrea Langlois et al - Islands of Resistance - Pirate Radio in Canada
Andrea Langlois et al - Islands of Resistance - Pirate Radio in Canada
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Awaken<strong>in</strong>g the ‘Voice <strong>of</strong> the Forest’ • 83<br />
some <strong>of</strong> the prerecorded station IDs mixed <strong>in</strong>, locked the door to the<br />
school and headed over to Marylynn’s house.<br />
Cramped <strong>in</strong>to Marylynn’s t<strong>in</strong>y liv<strong>in</strong>g room, a group <strong>of</strong> elders and<br />
young adults sat around a sm<strong>al</strong>l table covered <strong>in</strong> a flower tablecloth,<br />
listen<strong>in</strong>g to Hank Williams on the radio. Some young children were<br />
runn<strong>in</strong>g around, prompt<strong>in</strong>g Marylynn to tell them to go to sleep <strong>in</strong><br />
the next room. Norman, Courtney and I took a seat with the others<br />
and began to joke about our day at the radio.<br />
“So how many people showed up?” asked Marylynn.<br />
“Just me and Angelo!” responded Norman. “More will come to<br />
tomorrow’s tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g, I hope.”<br />
For a moment, the music <strong>in</strong>terrupted and a station ID came on the<br />
air, one that Marylynn had recorded before with some other women.<br />
“Oma nogom ki ne d<strong>et</strong>a naba mitchik<strong>in</strong>abiko’<strong>in</strong>ik nodaktcigen” —<br />
“This is <strong>Radio</strong> Barriere Lake, ‘the Voice <strong>of</strong> the Forest’, broadcast<strong>in</strong>g<br />
live from the Rapid Lake reserve, Kitiganik.”<br />
As the music resumed, Marylynn started to laugh, and joked <strong>in</strong><br />
Algonqu<strong>in</strong> to her father Albert, seated across the table from her, who<br />
began to laugh as well.<br />
“I’d never heard that before,” she said to me, laugh<strong>in</strong>g and apparently<br />
very flattered. “I hadn’t heard my voice on the radio!”<br />
With some prodd<strong>in</strong>g from Marylynn, Albert <strong>of</strong>fered to tell a story<br />
for the radio. I grabbed the portable recorder and handed it to Norman.<br />
Putt<strong>in</strong>g on the headphones, he activated the mic and checked<br />
the levels. After press<strong>in</strong>g record, he asked Albert to beg<strong>in</strong> his story. I<br />
listened <strong>in</strong> fasc<strong>in</strong>ation to the tigweygan (drum) story, even though I<br />
only understood a scant few words. After fifteen m<strong>in</strong>utes or so, Albert<br />
ended the story and Norman packed up the recorder. As I turned the<br />
volume back up on the radio, somebody opened a case <strong>of</strong> beer and<br />
passed a few around. For the next few hours, we were trad<strong>in</strong>g stories<br />
and laugh<strong>in</strong>g the night away, <strong>al</strong>l to the backdrop <strong>of</strong> <strong>Radio</strong> Barriere<br />
Lake. All over the reserve, people were gathered around tog<strong>et</strong>her do<strong>in</strong>g<br />
the same th<strong>in</strong>g. The frozen night got even colder, and ol’ Hank wailed<br />
through the speakers <strong>of</strong> dozens <strong>of</strong> t<strong>in</strong>y radios, as if ask<strong>in</strong>g the moon to<br />
slow its course so the party could go on just a little longer.<br />
The next morn<strong>in</strong>g, Marylynn’s husband Clayton woke me and<br />
handed me the telephone. On the other end was Sonny — a youth<br />
who was very enthusiastic about the radio but was <strong>in</strong> jail at the time<br />
for hav<strong>in</strong>g participated <strong>in</strong> the peaceful blockade <strong>of</strong> a nearby highway,