“It’s a thing to remember, the sunsets of home… and the coming of nights not scary.

Memories. And a longing for the dying blaze of a day leading into a night with no more wolves at the door. Nor of torches burning our beds anymore.

Warm cold nights with my Grandmother like before…

The new dawn is my one true fate, which I share with all my peoples. The works of A Cruel Tutelage speak to the sustained and precarious practice of ‘beauty’: That of mine and my peoples—who’ve been through Hell and back; and back to Old Ways, into our new age where we are masters of our Country, our fears and our futures like the true old days.”

– Jack Wilkie-Jans