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This poem and narrative are currently unpublished.
This poem is currently unpublished, but was featured prior in this blog. Here is the story that goes with this poem.
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Category Archives: Prince George
Gossip is Personal
This poem is currently unpublished but here is a soundcloud.
I posted the text and story of this poem in the past here.
Daniel Gallant ©
Prince George Indigenous Band Speaks about White Supremacist Black Metal Bands
This blog has featured several bands from the Black Metal scene who maintain white supremacist and neo-Nazi National Socialist values and ideology. Tonight I am pleased to offer a CBC Radio interview with two First Nations fellows I know well from northern BC. Their band name is the Salt Water Brothers. I went to post-secondary school with these lads.
Spencer Greening and Jeremy Pahl approached a few years ago in the university after seeing an article about me in a local Prince George newspaper. He told me that they played in a First Nations, T’simshian, Black Metal band. He told me how they suspected many people in their circle were white supremacists. I indicated that the presumption that Black metal bands are often white supremacist was true. I indicated I was familiar with many of the guys he was suspicious about. They asked if I would come to a concert in Prince George and see if I may know members from a band that was from Edmonton who was in town Begrime Exemious. They asked me to come because they knew I was a former racist skinhead from Edmonton.
I attended the concert and low and behold the front man in the the band was a young lad that I had recruited into the white supremacist movement many years ago. I spoke with the singer of Begrime, Brian Leland for the first time in ten years. The last time I had spoke to him he ended up retreating to another province after we had a falling out. Needless to say I was an abusive arsehole at that time in my life. Brian was a youth I recruited and who looked up to me a lot. I had no care, nor concern for him at that time. I hurt him. This still bothers me today, along with the other hundreds of violent crimes I had committed.
After the concert I de-briefed with Spencer and Jeremy. They later asked me to drive their tour bus for them. I drove their band’s tour bus for a week throughout BC on their Canadian Tour. They were on tour with the headliner band Inquisition, who are white supremacists. I featured these neo-Nazis in this past article. However, Jeremy and Spencer did not fully believe that the band the looked up to could be white supremacists or neo-Nazis. After I made it apparent and unfolded facts that the band members from inquisition were linked to the same organization I once belonged to solidified my claims.
Needless to say these events did impact Jeremy and Spencer in many negative ways, as it would for any logical person. To discover many of your peers are actually racists and white supremacists would present a challenging position for any person who did not share those values. It is unfortunate that Black Metal has gone mainstream to the point where you can buy the band BURZUM’s albums in local music stores. BURZUM are National Socialist racists, yet this bands music is sold in nearly every record store in Canada. Local music shops sell BURZUM T-shirts even. I see BURZUM T-shirts in high schools and even on UNBC campus. The bands that Jeremy and Spencer are discussing in this CBC interview are the same bands I have featured in my blog articles; along with many others I have not yet got too. Be patient…I will be featuring more bands as time comes.
Now to spotlight these brave indigenous musicians:
Jeremy Pahl, a local indigenous musician, who had written a letter for one of my blog articles about Prince George white supremacists and local hate crimes.
Spencer Greening, Jeremy’s cousin, talk about their journey from being a Black Metal band to an acoustic political activist band.
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These boys have transformed from a power based metal band to cultural representation of the resiliency of indigenous cultures. They mix humour with serious political issues such as genocide, racism, and environmental issues. It is my hope that Jeremy and Spencer will continue to carry on with their impressive work.
This interview on CBC was awesome. I especially like how the make out these Black Metal bands to be foolish and ridiculous. That is because they are.
Unfortunately many people are stuck in mindsets of hate. We can look at the bands like Inquisition, Begrime Exemious, Oroborous, Godless North, and even Blasphemy.
It is nice to hear a success story about youth who have walked away from a genre of music filled with hatred and white supremacist ideologies and (neo-)Nazi symbolism.
Cryptic Night
I guess this one needs no introduction because it has the word cryptic in the title :p
This piece is currently un-published.
I must contextualize this piece a bit…sometimes omission of vulnerability is the weakness that repeatedly damns us into a vor-TEXT of regret. Dreams can haunt us through many means. Not every hurtful dream is a night filled with horrific memories…sometimes nightmares are the omission of vulnerability that linger in every breath until there is no more breath.
A Place: Iron Forest
Love is a future mother.
Today I reflect on one of the most important stories I have ever heard. It offered me so many lessons. It is amazing how a place that we have never been to, can be so connected to our spirit and hearts. Merely by hearing the story through someone we understand and love.
My best friend, in this life, told me a story. I think about it nearly everyday. I consider what it must be like to be tied to a place culturally, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and functionally. i have not experienced what that is like. Sometimes I overlook the challenges that others go through because my frame of reference does not permit me to fully grasp what it means to deeply connected to family, culture, and place.
I do have some family, what is left it that is. I do have people I love. I have many people that love me. Probably more than I understand. Most people seem to access love easier than I do. I am honoured that people offer me such empathy and love, even though I am not always the easiest to love. I have deeply connected relationships that surpass any hope I ever had for connections. I believed I was utterly detached and unable to love.
In the last couple of years I have learnt what it means to truly love a friend so deeply that I would do whatever I can to honour that friendship. But still making room for my mistakes. I know that no one person can be an absolute everything, nor resolve, for another person. But I do know I have a choice in how I am in any given relationship. For some people there are deep ties to others, and often that deep connection includes a place. A place of birth. A place of childhood memories, both good and bad. A place that was mystic. A place that was safe. A place.
I can only imagine what that would be like. I think if I was tied to a particular place that I had memories of, or born in, that i would never want to leave. Especially if the people I loved were also connected to that place. I guess that what they mean when they say place has memory.
I recently wrote this poem about a place I have never been. But it is a place that I love deeply. That place is the birthplace of truth. The beginning of purity. A place that has born inspiration. A place of hope. A place of a deeply beautiful sadness. Perhaps a place of deep solace. Remorse. Regret…but definitively a place of remembrance.
A place that is loved, by love herself.
Forest
Poem: Would You Believe Me
This poem is currently unpublished. I thought it was appropriate following the 16×9 show “Supremacy: Brotherhood of Hate”.
ps. I am looking for a publishing house for my biography and poetry that follows suit with the genre I write.
As Real As I
I don’t like angel poems, but sometimes they visit. The trouble with angels is that they appear infrequently, inconsistently, and some times turn into devils. Angels have options. Its about conscious decisions. Sometimes angel poems visit.
This poem is currently unpublished.
Scarved Embrace
This poem is currently unpublished.
On a chilly evening walking around Vancouver, BC, in January 2013 I wore a silk scarf given to me by a close friend. I walked around the streets that I lived on as a homeless child in the 1990s.
I was doing my first TV filming for a national production. I have always avoided TV interviews. It was a big step for me to accept this TV appearance. I was in Vancouver reluctantly. I had other plans of how and when I was to go to Vancouver, but they fell through.
As I walked through the battle grounds where I damaged hundreds of people in the past, and where I felt utterly lost and damaged as a child and young adult. I was now walking these streets a loving and compassionate man. I returned to the lower main land base where I proclaimed my war against society. I was once an over-zealous-fanatic demented by my commitment to engaging in a race war with my fellows. I walked these streets in 2013 feeling many things and left to process my return the streets. Alone.
I wore the scarf in solace. I walked. I cried. I experienced dialogues with street kids. I heard a story that crushed me. A girl in the same situation I was in when I was her age. I do not know her name. My life changed maybe hers will too, but most likely she will die. I processed these things alone, which made me sad. It seemed that decades later I walk the same streets that I lived on as a homeless youth utterly alone. This time, I am not utterly alone. And most importantly I have myself.
I have overcome many horrible things in my life, but there are somethings that can not be healed. People come and go, sometimes unnecessarily, the only constant is my own being. Sometimes the only thing I can do is find a way to embrace myself. With memories and solace from a scarf.
Prisms Tears
This poem is unpublished.
She Danced with Ancients Fade
This piece has not been previously published. 
