01/07/2021
This is a very hard post to make right now, but it is so important to talk about it. I would be part of the problem if I kept myself quiet about it. Up to now, everyone is already pretty much up to date with the tragedy unfolding here in Canada. Too many unmarked gravestones of Native children are being found in ancient residential schools. One was too much already. So to hear that more than 1 505 and still counting unmarked gravestones has been found... itâs devastating... Finding words to express how I feel about this is nearly impossible. Iâve always known that there were no perfect country, but since I was a kid, I was hopeful that here, in Canada, it would be different. People were nice and hardworking here. As a kid, I was constantly told at school how we, the colonizers, had befriended the Natives and they simply... just gave their lands to us.
But no.
Things werenât so different here. The first realisation I had that things were not as I was told was with a simple song. Ani Couni Chaouani. As a kid, when the teacher would tell us about Natives and their, I cannot insist enough on this, gorgeous culture, they would make us sing this song. Never explaining the meaning of is. They would make us put on cheaply made war bonnet and run around the classroom mimicking the OWOWOW war cry.
Without ever letting us know about what any of those meant in their culture.
So it came as a slap in the face when I stumbled on that infamous song years later. Ani Couni Chaouani. At first I simply giggled as I remembered how silly it was back as a kid. We were always so happy to sing this. But then curiosity got to me. What did those lyrics mean? So I did a quick trip on google to find the translated version and I was glued to my chair.
ââFather, have mercy on me,
Father, have mercy on me;
Because I'm dying of thirst,
For I am dying of thirst;
Everything is gone - I have nothing to eat,
Everything is gone - I have nothing to eatââ
I was mortified. We were taught that it was a HAPPY song. I was part of the problem of people ignoring the struggle the Natives were going through. Starting that day, I slowly starting dipping my toes into getting more information about what truly happened to the indigenous people. The truth was ugly. And it has been proven to everyone when the news of Kamloops, 215 unmarked graves behind a residential school. The bitterness was strong in my mouth when I read more about residential school, learned what they were about, heard testimonies of survivors. This was a nightmare. It was a nightmare that lasted for way too long and the trauma it gave for generations is unforgivable.
And the numbers only keep rising.
215 â Kamloops, BC
104 â Brandon, MB
38 â Regina, SK
751 â Cowessess, SK
35 â Lestock, SK
180 â Carlisle, PA
182 â Kootenay, BC
And there are probably more to be found...I may not be native... But I see you. I hear you. I support you and I cry with you. I chose to , not for the sake of cancel culture, but because we all need to sit back, acknowledge the tragedy in front of us, mourn and do better.
For those interested, Iâve put a few links to charities to support the First Nations communities.
https://truenorthaid.ca/
https://www.itk.ca/ (Inuit Tapiriit Kanatami)
https://www.nwac.ca/ (Native Womenâs Association of Canada)
https://reconciliationcanada.ca/
https://www.afn.ca/ (Assembly of First Nations)
https://www.artforaid.ca/
https://fncaringsociety.com/ (First Nations Child & Family Caring Society)