It's hot here, probably not hot compared to many places in the world but hot for us. My flowers are coming along and the vegetables are coming up in the raised planters that the big guy made for me. The tomatoes I started from seeds that I saved last year survived and are growing too. My lilacs are starting to bloom and the rhubarb is huge.
I couldn't sleep last night; it was too damned hot and my extensor tendonitis has started up again. My right foot was throbbing as I tried to fall asleep and I feel like an old lady this morning with my aches and pains.
This week in the news there were 215 bodies of children found underground at the site of a residential school in Kamloops. The school was run by an extension of the Catholic church. Both the government of Canada and the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate are withholding records that would help determine the identity of these children. Residential schools amounted to cultural genocide for the indigenous peoples of Canada. I only learned in the last couple of years that my son's grandma went to a residential school and contracted TB there as well. She spent two years at the Charles Camsell Hospital being treated for TB.
Children were taken from their families in an effort to "...to kill the Indian in the child...". Children were forcibly removed from their familes, visits from their families were restricted, the children were prohibited from speaking their native languages and the schools attempted to destroy any traditional cutlure in the children.
Residential schools tore families apart, destroyed centuries old traditions and resulted in the widescale abuse and deaths of children. It is a horrific part of our history but not one that can be ignored. From 2008-2015 a Truth and Reconciliation Commission traveled across the country to listen to the stories of indigenous people, with a mandate to document the history and impacts of residential schools in this country.
Needless to say, only a handful of recomendations of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission have been implemented. The last residentail school only closed in 1996. I am angry and heartsick. Can you imagine having your child forcibly removed from your home? Can you imagine that child never returning and nobody will tell you what happened? Can you imagine what that would do to your heart? Your mind? Your soul?
So today I'm writing letters to the Catholic Church, the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate and the government of Canada because I can't change what happened in the past but I can hold people accountable.
The big guy and the little guy cooling off on the deck.