I've come to understand that there can be no discussion of "property" or "ownership" or even "restorative justice" in this country (or any other) without reckoning with the fact that we rest upon stolen land--

--and stolen from indigenous populations in the most brutal, deceptive, vicious, violent, and lethal ways imaginable.

Questions that I've been meditating on for years and still don't have answers to are:

What happens to a stolen people residing on stolen land?

Who and what are we in the grand scheme?

Where do we belong?

Who and where is our tribe? Are we our own tribe?

Who will have us?

Where can we be where we are not seen as outsiders or trespassers?

For the Black person living in settler territory, what space are we indigenous to? Where is the place where we, as author @KolaBoof3 says, "go with the landscape"?