Labour / Le Travail
Issue 89 (2022)
Obituary / Nécrologie
Farewell, Walter Hildebrandt: Historian, Poet, Publisher, and Promoter of Indigenous Sovereignty and Anti-imperialism
Walter Hildebrandt represented a classic and now all too rare Prairie radicalism that blended grassroots egalitarianism with populist agitation and Marxism in equal measures, which some left-wing scholars might find a strange brew. It made sense in a region where a sense of marginalization has produced various hybrid ideologies. Walter was garrulous, funny, and always in search of new learning. His sudden passing from a heart attack on 11 October 2021, while on holiday in Vancouver with his wife, Sarah Carter, shocked and saddened his family and friends alike. Though he had had some health challenges, Walter kept fit with daily visits to the squash court or Aquafit classes at the Glenora Club and by bicycling almost everywhere. How could someone so vibrant and happy be gone so soon after turning 70?
Walter’s parents had immigrated from Russia and Germany to Canada and were living in Brooks, Alberta, when Walter was born. They moved to Saskatoon while he was quite young, and Walter attended school and university there, becoming a loyal lifelong Saskatchewan Roughriders fan. It was at the University of Saskatchewan where he met Sarah, whose stellar contributions to Canadian history he always spoke of with pride. They moved in 1979 to Winnipeg, where Walter became a historian for Parks Canada, doing research that would inform two monographs published in 1994: Views from Fort Battleford: Constructed Visions of an Anglo-Canadian West and The Cypress Hills: The Land and Its People. Both books are marked by Walter’s deep respect for the cultures and social values of Indigenous societies and his analysis of the imperatives of colonialism in the economic and cultural spheres.
Challenging earlier work that praised the supposed protection that the North West Mounted Police, predecessor of the rcmp, had provided Indigenous people in the settler period, Walter detailed the nwmp’s interactions with the First Nations and concluded, “A careful examination of the acculturation process shows the police involved in both overt and subtle forms of cultural subjugation that reflected their belief in the superiority of the culture they represented and were to impose. They remained agents of the Anglo-Canadian hegemony over the West, often treating the local people as inferiors and sneering at their culture. This they did as much by ignoring the Native community as through overt acts of physical force.”1
In 1992 Walter and Sarah, and their daughter, Mary, who was born in Winnipeg, moved to Calgary, where Sarah taught at the University of Calgary and Walter, in a career change, became director of the University of Calgary Press. As director, Walter made special efforts to expand the Press’s acquisitions of manuscripts related to Indigenous studies and particularly those that involved Indigenous participation. But he did not just acquire manuscripts; he continued researching and writing and emphasizing the voices of Indigenous people. One product of that emphasis was the masterful account of the Blackfoot interaction with Europeans, The True Spirit and Original Intent of Treaty 7, which the Treaty 7 Tribal Council produced in conjunction with Dorothy Rider, Walter, and Sarah. McGill-Queen’s University Press published the book in 1996, and the following year it won the annual Gustavus Myers Award for outstanding work on intolerance in North America. The book includes the voices of about 80 Blackfoot Elders regarding their knowledge of the treaty-making process, interspersed with historical documents and the Blackfoot understanding of the meaning of these documents.
In 2000, the University of Calgary Press published Treaty Elders of Saskatchewan: Our Dream Is That Our Peoples Will One Day Be Clearly Recognized as Nations, a collaborative work between Walter and Harold Cardinal, one of Canada’s most celebrated Indigenous activists. Written for a popular audience, the book focuses on an explanation of the social values and traditions that underpin Cree and other Indigenous societies and the ways in which those values, if more widely accepted, could underwrite relations between sovereign Indigenous peoples and the settler peoples.
In addition to the privileging of Indigenous work, UCalgary Press under Walter’s direction emphasized work on settler societies on the Prairies that showed co-operative principles at work even if those often were stained by disdain for the Indigenous peoples whose lands were dispossessed so that such communities could exist. Walter was proud of the historic co-operative tradition in Prairie Canada, embodied by the history of the Co-operative Commonwealth Federation, and lamented its apparent passing in the modern period as small independent farms gave way to agri-business and the co-operative movement became infected with capitalist principles.
In 2006, Walter agreed to be the founding director of Athabasca University Press. Frits Pannekoek, the president of the university, was responsible for starting the Press. It would be Canada’s first scholarly press to follow open access policy, providing free access to all of its books on its website in addition to printed versions that carried a price tag. It was a bold undertaking in a province where the other two university presses were expected to run a break-even shop and could hardly consider such an approach at the time. Frits had been Walter’s boss at U of C Press, and he asked me if I would be the first chair of the editorial committee for AU Press. “You and Walter think alike and will get along really well,” he assured me, and that was certainly true. Walter was almost embarrassingly enthusiastic about everything I had written and viewed me as an obvious ally for the kind of press he wanted to launch.
Walter wanted the Press to feature a mix of scholarly and popular work, all with a focus on radical critiques of society and root-and-branch proposals for change. When I suggested that we could be a catalyst for labour history and labour studies, which were underdeveloped in Alberta, he made clear that he wanted us to become the go-to publisher for all of Canada for works involving working people and socialism. Increasingly disillusioned by the global embrace of neoliberalism, his own socialist beliefs had become only firmer, and he was a fan of the Slovenian Marxist philosopher Slavoj Žižek, among other anti-capitalist critics. One of Walter’s books of poetry, The Time in Between/Adorno’s Daemons, was inspired by his reading of the Marxist cultural critics Walter Benjamin and Theodor Adorno and their analyses of the dehumanizing, anti-communitarian character of late capitalism.
Just months after AU Press began operation, it became clear that Memorial University planned to dramatically increase publishing costs for Labour/Le Travail to the point where the journal’s financial future would be in question. Walter, who decided from the get-go that he wanted the Press to host avant-garde journals, made a generous offer to l/lt and to the Canadian Committee on Labour History regarding its book-publishing series, and beginning with Issue 60 of the journal (Fall 2007), AU Press is home to both l/lt and cclh publications including the Working Canadians series.
Walter also made sure that AU Press published a great deal of poetry, well aware that such collections are virtually always money losers for a publishing house. Walter’s own writing career shifted over time from producing monographs to poetry, which he believed could distil the insights of research-based work with fewer and more evocative words than scholarly studies. He partnered with talented artists who could match his powerful words with equally evocative images. Altogether, he would produce fourteen books of poetry, including one that will be published posthumously. One of his books of poetry, Where the Land Gets Broken, was awarded the Stephan G. Stephansson Award for Poetry in 2005 by the Writers Guild of Alberta.
While Walter’s poetry was wide-ranging in terms of topics, much of it was documentary, attempting to approach issues of social justice and injustice. His major subject remained the impact of imperialism, colonialism, and capitalism on the lives of Indigenous peoples. Here we reprint a short selection from Walter’s long poem “Let Them Eat Grass/The Dakota Wars 1862.”2 Appearing in his 2016 book Documentaries: Poems, it reveals the intensity of his feelings about the dispossession of Indigenous people across North America and the perfidy of the settler side in its cynical interpretations of its obligations in treaties. While the Indigenous signatories had been promised recognition of their sovereignty and rights to receive compensation for lands they generously assigned for European settlement, it soon became evident that these promises were a ruse to make dispossession easier. By the time he published Documentaries: Poems, Walter had resigned from AU Press and in his “retirement” was working with Indigenous groups preparing legal cases against the numerous violations of treaty promises that began almost as soon as the ink had dried.
Walter was writing Documentaries: Poems as the centenary of the 1919 Winnipeg General Strike approached. That pivotal event, as Walter understood it, was part of a national and global postwar uprising against the system that had created a bloody war and sacrificed workers’ lives while capitalist profits soared. The language of the short excerpt we provide of Walter’s extensive poetic examination of the Winnipeg strike in his long poem echoes his revulsion with the exploitation that had unsettled millennial Indigenous societies.3 In both cases he celebrates the movements that rose up in response and asserted human values over the greed and domination that capitalism always extolled.
let them eat grass / the dakota wars 1862
Walter Hildebrandt
. . .
Treaties
had been
the hope for both
and as the ground moved
the rules changed
to share the land
to make profits
exchange/removal
coexistence/genocide
a better life or profits
peaceful coexistence/army removals
either/or
(trying) and/but
(returning) civilization/savagery
either/or
need for cultural conformity
replacing the peaceful and successful
the Dakota had lived peacefully
next to newcomers
for a long time
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
many fled to Canada
across the Medicine Line
refugees to the protection
of the Queen
once an ally
Oak River—Sioux Valley
Pipestone
Bird Tail Creek
Dakota Tipi
Standing Buffalo
Wahpeton
White Cap
all across
Saskatchewan and Manitoba
relegated
as non-treaty
to small reserves
by the 1870s some return
to homelands
never treated as prisoners of war
but as criminals
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
in 1862 these Dakota
refused rations
live without supplies
refused
annuity payments
witnessing the new worth of the land
land values
exchange values
the new private property
shift from fur–trading times
dissolution of kinships
imposed
by Rangers
supremacists
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
finally the great hope
treaties had promised
those who could ignore them
did the damage
those who could take prisoners
those with the fire power
those who could constitute “the enemy”
those who built the scaffolds
the treaty became a gun
guns and gallows
for long–standing reciprocal friendship and trade
dispersals and punishments
war crimes
ethnic cleansing
amnesia
for decades
restitution
that never came
removals
legislated violence
humiliations
marginalization
loss of homelands
windows
onto this complex
history
documentaries
winnipeg 1919
Walter Hildebrandt
. . .
May 15
a strike is called
amid high unemployment
soldiers returning
businessmen
grown rich on war
profits
labour’s wages
fell behind
scandals
the Ross rifle
Flavelle affair
rotten hay
shipped to armed forces
strikes across the country
over union recognition
profiteering
unemployment
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
nationalisms grew
profits
colonies
empires continued
a precise and homogeneous continuum
of the passage of time prevailed
in the national narratives
steady progress
chronological ticking
of the clock
. . . . . . . . . . .
yet for a moment in 1919
the dull time line of Whiggish history broken
Thinking of events that gave Walter pleasure and inspired his poetic imagination, Sarah noted in her obituary for him that “Walter would be so pleased to learn that on the day he died orca whales appeared for the first time in decades in Coal Harbour and there was a rare display of northern lights that dazzled Vancouverites.” Along similar lines, I think he would have appreciated Tom Wayman’s poem “Reply,” which we publish here along with two other Wayman contributions as a tribute to Walter because of the similarity of many of their poetic preoccupations. “Reply” begins with “October rain,” marking the month of Walter’s death, and asks, “To whom are we beautiful as we go?”
Tom’s new poems include reflections on work and the silencing of the voices of workers and all others who seek a post-capitalist future, reflected in the life experiences of his own parents who, during the Cold War, felt the need to be silent in order to protect their children from what appeared to be an unrelentingly repressive society that claimed to be all about freedom. It was such illusions that Walter was committed to stripping bare both in his monographs and in his poetry. His works and the memory of this vibrant, decent human being leave a beautiful legacy.
reply
Tom Wayman
To whom
are we beautiful
as we go?
—David Ignatow, “Three in Transition”
October rain
strikes leaves
just beginning to transfigure
to gold or scarlet; each time a drop
connects, the leaf
quivers
though whether with the same
ecstasy
water brought in spring
or in memory
of that delight
I cannot say
Perhaps we are beautiful
to water as we go
which equally gives itself to the duff
these leaves will join after death
and to the green stems hidden underground
in their dark seeds
when the future wore a mask: my parents at war
Tom Wayman
My parents endured more than twenty years
of wavering, worrying expectations. The war
was only an aspect of those decades
of anxiety: one setback overseas
followed by another, and this after
fascism’s triumph in Spain, the arrests
and murders of Jews in Germany,
then Austria, then occupied Europe.
At the end of resistance in England,
would an invasion flotilla steam up the St. Lawrence
headed for Montreal, cheered on by
Arcand’s Quebecois Blue Shirts
and the Catholic priesthood?
As an Ottawa Valley pulp mill employee, my father
was declared exempt from conscription
but he and others from the plant’s lab
joined the reserves, joking about how their section
were all PhDs except their corporal,
a French-Canadian educated no further than
grade school. My father was an excellent shot
due to, he claimed, his hours at a microscope.
Even years later he remembered
how to swing his arms in a marching step.
A photo of a picnic after the war shows him
wearing a T-shirt bearing the regiment’s crest.
Yet how strange to serve as a soldier
in the army of a state he and my mother
had for years worked to oppose.
V-E Day,
V-J Day, and the Party illegal since 1940,
with a new wave of arrests in 1945
as the Cold War began: my parents having met
during the Depression at a Toronto ycl picnic
while my mother edited a publication
for the Young Pioneers. My father, though, was informed
by his thesis supervisor that he had to choose
between his activism and being allowed to proceed
to his degree. For my parents, education
was the only sure route out of their childhoods’
poverty: his father a garment factory operative
when he worked, hers a cabinet maker
when he worked. My father insisted his election,
in his youth, as secretary of a furrier’s union local
was because he was the only member who
could read and write English. He chose to continue his studies,
my mother, too, stepping back from Party work.
Still, when a journalist friend of theirs
was released from jail in 1945
for lack of evidence, he stayed at my parents’
to recuperate.
In the mill town on the Ottawa River
where the majority was Francophone, because of the Church’s
anti-Semitism, my parents were as much at risk
for being born Jews as for having been Communists.
Children of my father’s colleagues recall
being instructed by their parents never to mention in public
my parents’ background, because the priests
would agitate their congregations to demand
my family’s expulsion from the town.
The clergy had already driven out of the community
a merchant discovered to be of Jewish descent.
No word of any of this inside the family
while I was growing up. The threat of
loss of education, loss of job kept my parents silent
as did their wish that
their children would not know fear.
Only when my father was offered a better position
at a B.C. mill and we moved west
did the constant hovering danger lessen
for my parents. Our home’s bulging bookcases
when I was a child, however,
held no left-wing volumes at all: the sanitized shelves
forming the permanent scars of a disease.
Ars Poetica: Nail
Tom Wayman
When I bent my ear close to
a nail—two inch, common, galvanized
I use to repair my fence rails—
a clamor of voices and engines
was audible. I stepped inside the nail
where a small skid-steer loader,
bucket filled with earth, was backing up
to the rhythmic noise of the reverse alarm.
Nearby a man operated a small winch
to lift roofing shingles up a ladder. I saw
a woman, first into an extensive office in the morning,
turn on the overhead lights, heard
two truckers talking in a parking lot
over the noise of one of their tractors’ diesels,
watched a nurse starting a shift
peer at a medical chart on a screen.
I flagged down a school teacher.
How can a nail secure anything? I asked.
If you hammer it into wood, why doesn’t it slip out
from the hole it made going in?
“You want someone to unplug your drains?”
she said. “Sell you insurance? Gasoline?
Assemble a new shirt? All we do
that shapes us, and those around us
because of our work
pushes the diameter of the nail
outward against what constrains it.”
But wouldn’t, over time, that grip
loosen, I protested, and the nail fall out?
“One day the expanding nail
will do more than build, connect,
imagine,” was the answer I got.
“One day the nail itself
will be a house.”
Madwoman,
I thought, and stepped out of the racket
and commotion, into sunlight.
Somehow my right hand
held a hammer.
1. Walter Hildebrandt, Views from Fort Battleford: Constructed Visions of an Anglo-Canadian West (Edmonton: Athabasca University Press, 2008), 36.
2. Walter Hildebrandt, Documentaries: Poems (Edmonton: NeWest Press, 2016), 25, 30–34.
3. Hildebrandt, Documentaries, 43, 52, 53.
How to cite:
Alvin Finkel, “Farewell, Walter Hildebrandt: Historian, Poet, Publisher, and Promoter of Indigenous Sovereignty and Anti-imperialism,” Labour/Le Travail 89 (Spring 2022): 13–26. https://doi.org/10.52975/llt.2022v89.003
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