“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”

~ Marilyn Monroe

On February 24, 1976, Annie Mae Aquash’s body was found by the side of State Road 73 in the northeast corner of the on the Pine Ridge Reservation, about 10 miles from Wanblee, South Dakota.

Annie Mae Pictou was from Shubenacadie, Nova Scotia. My father was from Havre Boucher, Nova Scotia. He loved her. He was proud of her. I remember how pissed he was in the spring of 1976, after Annie Mae was found frozen upon the ground in a reservation in South Dakota.

So it is today that I let you know: Annie Mae was a true hero. She fought the good fight seeking justice for the First Nations. She is an inspiration to me every single day that I breathe.

Tragically delicious.

Two-year old Vaishnavi offering food to her mother Sangeeta, during the second National Convention on “Children’s Right to Food” in Bhopal on Friday, January 20, 2012. Sangeeta, a construction labour, lost both her hands in an accident during construction of a building at Multai township in Madhya Pradesh in 2001.

My kind of woman.

Annie Mae Pictou Aquash

Kastürbā Gāndhi (11 April 1869 – 22 February 1944) was the wife of Mohandas Gandhi, marrying him in 1883.

When Kastürbā lay dying of pneumonia and British doctors insisted that a shot of penicillin would save her, Gandhi refused to have this alien medicine injected in her body and simply let her die. (It must be noted that when Gandhi contracted malaria shortly afterward he accepted for himself the alien medicine quinine, and that when he had appendicitis he allowed British doctors to perform on him the alien outrage of an appendectomy.)

File this under: “There is no God higher than truth.” (Quote attributed to Mohandas Gandhi, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.)

The film, Pink Saris, follows Sampat Pal Devi, the leader of the “Pink Gang,” who brings her own brand of justice to the streets of Uttar Pradesh, India, combating violence against women.

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing.