Pipeline Project and šxʷʔam̓ət (home) -- two plays at the crossroads of indigenous rights and climate justice

Truth and/or Reconciliation: audience co-authors Theatre for Living psychodrama and Itsazoo dramatization of Vancouver Observer investigative series.

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  • All of us, natives or settlers, just by virtue of living in modern times in a “first world” country, are to some degree complicit, as consumers, in eco-rape.
  • But First Nations, through the depth of their historic engagement with this land, have an enhanced moral claim to environmental stewardship.
  • A legal claim, too, implicit in the “proof of title” principle of customary usage, as per the Supreme Court’s 2014 Tsilhqot’in ruling – except in case of “overriding” public interest.
  • Which all depends on how you construe the “public.” Despite multi-generational bids -- often violent or abusive -- to homogenize First Nations into “Canada [as] a brand of ‘white’ culture,” indigenous culture remains distinct and strong.
  • And its “medicine” may yet prove our best environmental defence.

Šxʷʔam̓ət (home) touches on many of the same themes, but takes an almost opposite dramaturgical tack, more akin to “natural theatre” guru Konstantin Stanislavski’s eponymous “acting system.” This approach prescribes total immersion in your character’s identity and circumstance, extending past-and-future far beyond the present scene onstage.

This allows Theatre for Living Artistic Director David Diamond and his seven-member cast to tackle the prospects and pitfalls of Truth and Reconciliation with a kind of experimental method.

Hardly a classic empirical experiment (since history is unreplicable and lacks any alternative reality “control group.”) Nor is it an abstractly rational thought experiment. Nor yet a lucid dreaming exercise, like a Native American vision quest. Nor is it exactly a moral experiment or even a Ghandian “Experiment with Truth.”

Rather, Šxʷʔam̓ət combines elements of all these methodologies, but in its own improvisatory, ad hoc style. And – throwing Heisenbergian caution to the winds – these investigators expressly set out to pull us, the audience/observers, into their onstage experiment.

Their lab bench apparatus is simple enough: a multi-scene little soap opera about seven characters. Asivak Koostachin plays an ethnically Cree boy who’s been raised since infancy by a white couple.

His adoptive father (Tom Scholte), has a First Nations poker buddy (Sam Bob), a Residential School survivor who’s single parenting his own daughter (Madeline Terbasket) and trying to mentor a wannabe-recovering alcoholic protégé (Nayden Palosaari).

Canvassed by Terbasket and a Filipina classmate (Mutya Macatumpag) in a Kinder Morgan campus petition drive, Koostachin can’t quite “get” how First Nation land claims trump any corporate cost-benefit calculus.

Chalking it up to his foster home upbringing, Terbasket hands him her “medicine” amulet to raise his native consciousness. But back at home, his adoptive mother appropriates the talisman.

And then all these well-meaning people somehow get crosswise with each other. The boy blames his parents for keeping him in the dark. They, in turn, dread losing a loved child.

On his buddy’s recommendation, the adoptive father hires the protégé for day labour, but then sacks him on a racist presumption of incorrigible negligence. The protégé spurn his mentor’s bid for reconciliation and sinks back into drink.

The Filipina classmate resents her eco-warrior comrade’s evident favouritism, on purely ethnic grounds, towards a clueless passerby versus an ideologically committed fellow traveller.

At his daughter’s goading, the assimilationist survivor tentatively breaches old traumas, only to snap back into his customary reserve. But his rapport with his erstwhile buddy seems lastingly compromised.

And there the playlet ends, at least on its first iteration, with everything left hanging and bad blood all around. But Diamond’s experiment is just beginning. Now the cast recaps the script, scene by scene, with anyone in the audience invited to stop the action at any point and step into any of the roles for an improvisatory alternative denouement.

Then, under the new premises, the other actors, with their Stanislavskian priming, play out the scene in character until Diamond calls a halt. Whereupon everyone onstage has to either voice or mime their unspoken inner thoughts.

And then we move on to the next scene. Some of the interventions were implausibly anodyne, the day we took in the show; some were offbeat and inspired.

Ideas came from startling quarters. A hipster girl with jangling piercings and parti-coloured coiffure humanized the role of the middle-aged white boss man to keep his precarious hireling on the wagon. A First Nations matron, in the role of the Filipina fellow-traveller, made the case for a more inclusive activism.

A wispy white beardnik stepped into the shoes of the burly Residential School survivor to force a conciliatory dinner between the two estranged families (much to the flaming rage of his own daughter, as it turned out, who felt slighted that he should casually reveal to white strangers what she’d struggled so long to pry out of him).

The exercise proved so compelling that audience members lingered in the Firehall lobby long after the show, until ushers had to urge us out into a driving rain on the unceded territories of the Musqueam, Salish and Tsleil-waututh Nations.

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