These holy men believed they were doing God’s work when they beat, starved, molested and God only knows what else to our beautiful Indigenous babes. They wanted to kill the “Indian” inside of them. That is the work of the devil and pure evil who could even distort such thinking in these ways yet we do nothing and sit and silence and let their ancestors pick at their graves. Oh don’t worry it is ok we are giving them their own holiday just to say sorry. Is that how we value the human experience and nothing more. I can’t live this way so oblivious to others. How is it that we all wanted to get here so fast with no regards to the actual cost?
UN Human Development Index for Indigenous people Canada ranks #48 yet for everybody else in Canada the index is 8. Did you know that racism amongst our Indigenous communities is the norm, not the exception with 46% living OFF the reserve having been a victim of racism or discrimination. “Initially, Canada refused to endorse the UN Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples, which is an instrument established to ensure the individual and collective rights of indigenous peoples.” For a peace loving nation that prides themselves on being inclusive and multiculturalism why wouldn’t we want to protect our most valuable asset? If we are truly ashamed of what is now being brought into light why aren’t we trying to do better?
I have just 1 hour to get out what I am feeling before I relinquish the airways to our beloved Indigenous brothers and sisters. I can’t impede on their space. What a time to decide to get off of anti-depressants. It was only 37.5 mg for just one day and the wormhole is here. All…
Ignorance is bliss unless you want to be empowered. You can’t claim not knowing for every little thing. The true way to heal and bond in the way that life was meant to be is to stop feeding into the lies and pave your own way. Yes it is easier to do what we have already been conditioned to believe but in doing so I fail to feel and I fail to truly breathe. I want to feel all the things the good, bad and the ugly. If others had to endure this incredible pain then I want to do what I can to disperse it.
My dreams are quick becoming my living nightmare. I am horrified by such outlandish disregard for human life, for somebody’s children, for the future they robbed us all from. Who could we have been if we embraced each other at first sight and learned to thrive together before banishing so and so from this here land never to be seen or heard from again.
There would be satisfaction when Mother Nature retaliates but she always seems to take more innocent in her womanly rage. Who likes to see what they created being so eagerly destroyed. I didn’t settle, I was whitewashed when I hit 5. I remember our books in grade school were all about raising Indigenous fears and concerns. I remember having nightmares that they were all scalpers and coming for my hair. I was young and brainwashed, impresionable, young minds always are. We were made to believe that they were lovingly taken care of, getting “free” money for their sacrifice.
Maybe I don’t have to worry or maybe it is all I can do. Didn’t you ever want to help the world in learning to love equally instead of this diseased reality we insist on living? Any time the decision is made to sever anybody, anybody at all from this reality justice needs to be served.
I never imagined an existence where our basic necessities that make us human are slowly being taken away. Livelihoods are at stake and everybody is already fed up I am not sure how much longer this can go on for or how much more of this anybody can take.
I don’t want the sins to continue washing over me or the generations to come. I want to start making up for all the wrongs so I can change the hands of time. I want our legacy of humans to be something beautiful and tranquil. I don’t want those that will eventually inhabit the Earth to look at our remains with disgust or sorrow. I want them to recognize our compassion and empathy for all those living on Earth.
You know what is missing from the world? Acceptance. When was the last time you truly felt like you fit in? For me I have always had this suspicious feeling that on average I am more kept around out of another’s sheer loneliness then another’s first choice. Come to think of it I usually was…