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 life—and 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.