For Canada’s Indigenous people, the legacy of the schools isn’t just history. It remains an open wound, and everybody else seems doomed to discover the…
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Last night I went to sleep cuddling my daughter’s teddy bear, holding it tight as if it was one of the 215 aboriginal children whose remains were found outside a residential school in Kamloops, British Columbia.
Was I being pretentious? Trying to fulfill a duty I felt was necessary in joining the chorus of condolences that came pouring out from anyone who mattered. “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton came to my mind, as I wondered what was appropriate to bring solace to the souls of the children whose life was cut short by religiously sanctioned cruelty dressed as piety.
For Canada’s Indigenous people, the legacy of the schools isn’t just history. It remains an open wound, and everybody else seems doomed to discover the…