I would walk out of school for Canadian Indigenous rights any day of the week. Perhaps I was not there to protest when they were slaughtered, assimilated, uprooted; when children were torn from their homes; when a cultural genocide took place on the soil I am building my life upon. Perhaps I didn’t choose to be born onto unceded territory, onto stolen land - but I can and do choose to speak up, to challenge, to resist. I am here now, and I wield the power to make change. Because the survival of Turtle Island’s original peoples is worth stopping traffic for.