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Protecting First Nations arts and culture

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GROWING UP, I never imagined I would become a lawyer with my own law practice.

I didn’t know any lawyers. I didn’t understand what a lawyer did. But I watched television shows like LA Law, where lawyers argued their cases in front of a judge. They always won, and they wore nice clothes, drove fancy fast cars and fell in love with other lawyers.

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Terri Janke

Terri Janke is a Meriam, Wuthathi and Yadhaigana woman, and founder of Terri Janke and Company, an award-­winning Indigenous law firm. She is an...

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