And I grieve
Though my direct lineage does not include colonizing Canada, I am guilty
The tears come
My heart breaks and tells me that this is all wrong and I grieve some more.
I grieve for my brothers and sisters of the First Nations
Their history is a culture that uses a rolling tongue that remembers everything and unites a community by the careful telling of the journeys of the First Nations since the birth of the world.
Every word Every moment Every feeling Every truth
Everything that is theirs, they remember including the pain and suffering
Judgment is coming and I cannot hide.
WE cannot hide from our past Their past
They remember. I am ashamed, and more tears come.
I vaguely remember the months in grade four that we studied First Nations culture. How was I to know it was bleached disinfected limited an untruth of truths. They say with age comes wisdom, but how can you have wisdom if you don’t know what the truth is? The stories in the books are not the same as the stories my friends tell me. There is no mention of Raven, of Hummingbird, or Bear, or the Stories of their forefathers, only that they were migrant, hardly clothed, limited in technology, that is until the Hudson’s Bay Company brought them the comforts of civilized society. …show more content…
My blood, my skin, I have no history. My grandfather on my dad’s side came from Denmark, his mother’s parents are American. My mom’s family is Irish and Ukrainian. I am an immigrant of this land as are my children, even though we were born