That's not Freemason iconography, that's the classic ugly art style of West Coast BC native tribes.
It's the same art style you see on the Vancouver Canucks NHL hockey team logo.
Some of the West Coast tribes always use this gritted teeth art style. It's the same tribes that ACTUALLY used totem poles in their culture instead of simply the gift shop cultural appropriation. And literally lived in longhouses because of their access to insane timber sources in the temperate mountain rainforests.
IIRC, one of them made him an honorary elder or some shit (probably when he was still just a stodgy U of Toronto prof instead of a viral symbol for RW nazi fascism /sneed). This was despite the fact that he didn't have any ties to BC's West Coast that I'm aware of (raised in rural Alberta on the wrong side of the Rockies, prof at Harvard & University of Toronto with the wrong coastal elites).
Before he became a drug-addled Zio shill, he used to livestream & make videos from his cluttered home & tenured offices in Toronto. This must've been after
12 Rules for Life because people used to mock the irony of the piles of clutter visible in the shot from Mr. Clean Your Room.
Anyway, in these streams he used to talk about how his home was decorated with Soviet Communist propanda & West Coast native art styles.
I recall also seeing a video of him cleaning out his U of T office after mediating an agreement with the administration to end his tenure after his viral fame & they tried to censure him.
Edit:
I couldn't find his old "cleaning out his office" video.
But I did find this
old 2018 blog post from his website defending accusations of being a pretendian & cultural appropriation.
It gets weirder than I thought.
The last one is a thin & young looking Mikhaila next to a native canoe or totem pole. She was born January 4th, 1992, so she's about 24 in this pic (sometime in 2016)
So apparently pre-viral fame, Peterson was on Vancouver Island in BC when his wife Tammy forced him to go to a craft fair. There, Peterson befriended a native carver named Charles. Peterson started commissioning the artist to ship him carvings & art back to his Toronto home for decoration.
At some point, Peterson was honoured by the guy's tribe in an elaborate potlatch ritual lasting 16 hours. Him & his wife were given Indian names.
Then, again, pre-viral YT wealth & fame, him & his wife one day decide to add a third floor to their detached Toronto home. Peterson wants it stylized like a West Coast native longhouse. He flies the artist out to consult on the project with his architect. Also looks like he flew out a bunch of native elders to consecrate the new build in an elaborate ceremony. Apparently the build also used reclaimed farmwood from his grandfather's 1905 Saskatchewan homestead.
Obviously the U of T was paying this guy way too much money even before he became a RW grifter.
It seems as though all this was honourary and Peterson claims no actual Indigenous bloodline title.
I did receive a Kwakwaka’wakw name (Alestalegie: Great Seeker) and so did my wife (Ekielagas: Kindhearted Woman) in the course of two different and extensive ceremonies.
Our Kwakwaka’wakw names were granted to us in a two-part ceremony. The first involved a potlatch at Fort Rupert which was hosted by the man who arranged to have us named. His name is Charles Joseph. He’s also known as Boone. He is, in my opinion, an outstanding First Nations artist/carver (see
www.charlesjoseph.ca). Several hundred people from the Fort Rupert community, and about a dozen of my friends and family members attended the potlatch, which was the first held by his family in forty years, and which occurred May 26 in 2016. The entire ceremony, which lasted about sixteen hours, was videotaped. It involved a series of songs and dances, some serious, some comedic, all traditional (with the updates necessary for the modern world). We participated in one dance, and exchanged gifts, as a precursor to the naming ceremony itself, which was held in November of 2016, and which was attended by several Kwakwaka’wakw chiefs, as well as Charles, who all flew out to make it official. I was also granted a copper, a symbolic shield, which is a territorial marker and signal of wealth (in the best sense) and prestige. It’s hanging on the third floor of my Toronto home, which I transformed, with Charles’ help and the efforts of my wife and a local architectural firm and a plethora of very hard working, dedicated and skillful contractors and tradesmen into a modern analog of a Kwakwaka’wakw big house (in part to introduce Kwakwaka’wakw culture to Eastern Canada).
We finished the third floor in December of 2015. It is modeled, as I said, on a Kwakwakw’wakw big house, but is also paneled in wood taken from my great-grandfather’s original wood buildings from his 1905 homestead in Saskatchewan.
I’ve always loved West Coast art, whether Haida, Tsimshian or Kwakwakw’wakw.
But here’s something to consider–and something that actually happened, rather than something hypothetical: The day of the naming ceremony held at my house, attended by 50 or so people (including about a dozen members of the Kwakwaka’wakw people who had traveled from Vancouver Island) was the very same day I was being loudly accused of racism, misogyny, Islamophobia, transphobia and even Nazi sympathies at a demonstration at the University of Toronto (and in a significant proportion of the attendant press coverage), simply because I had objected to my government’s decision to kowtow to the radical left and propose compelled speech provisions, under the ever-useful-to-wannabe-totalitarians guise of compassion. Is it entirely unreasonable to note the irony of that juxtaposition?
