24 Dec Awake, Hungry and Idle No More
December 24th, 2012
By Naomi Klein
I woke up just past midnight with a bolt. My six-month-old son was crying. He has a cold the second of his short lifeand his blocked nose frightens him. I was about to get up when he started snoring again. I, on the other hand, was wide awake.
A single thought entered my head: Chief Theresa Spence is hungry. Actually it wasn’t a thought. It was a feeling. The feeling of hunger. Lying in my dark room, I pictured the chief of the Attawapiskat First Nation lying on a pile of blankets in her teepee across from Parliament Hill, entering day 14 of her hunger strike.