Donald Wright
When I learned that Jim Miller had died, I reached out to his partner, Lesley Biggs, to express my condolences. A few weeks later, she invited me to share a few words about him that would be read at his celebration of life. “It would be my honour,” I replied. And I meant it. Jim was something of a hero to me back in the day, when I was a graduate student and junior professor starting my academic career.
I first “met” Jim in the fall of 1993. I say “met” because I didn’t actually meet him. I was a first-year PhD student at the University of Ottawa, and he was a professor at the University of Saskatchewan. But I did read “Owen Glendower, Hotspur, and Canadian Indian Policy,” an article that he had published just a few years earlier.

Picture of J.R. Miller, courtesy of Lesley Biggs
As a green-as-grass graduate student, I thought that it was about the coolest thing I had ever read. The title alone was worth the price of admission. What did two characters from Shakespeare’s Henry IV have to do with Canada’s “Indian” policy in the late Victorian era? A lot, in fact.
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