The story of Neil Stonechild is heartbreaking, enraging, and sadly, not an uncommon story of Indigenous life in Canada.
Neil was born in Brandon, MB in 1973, to Stella Bignell. The family was originally from Waywayseecappo FN in Manitoba. Neil had five siblings: 3 older ones named Dean (given up for adoption at a young age), Erica (called Gypsy), Marcel, and then a younger brother, Jake . Stella was a single parent, and moved to Saskatoon in 1980 for a fresh start. At one point, she was married to Neil's stepfather, Norman, but I can't recall the timeline (writing this long after reading the book), and it's not terribly important to the story.
Neil was described by his family and presents as such in the book; Very smart, handsome, an award-winning wrestler. He was funny and easygoing, and had taken part in sports and cadets. Neil was also mischievous, and around age 15 became involved with the youth criminal justice system for petty crimes. Neil had a huge support network, though, and the family had a lot of hope that things would look up for him.
Neil was living in a group home, age 17, and visiting his mother on the fateful night of November 24, 1990. It was a bitterly cold night , common to Canadian prairie winters ( reportedly, -28 C) . Stella didn't want him to go out. Neil promised he'd report back to the community group home tomorrow (he'd been staying unlawfully with Stella) and that he was just going to a friends' place tonight.
Neil and his good friend, Jason Roy, polished off most of a bottle of vodka and got very intoxicated. Neil decided to go visit a former girlfriend at an apartment complex called Snowberry Downs. At some point, Jason and Neil get separated, and the police are called on Neil and he is picked up. It's noteworthy to mention that Neil was only wearing a light jacket and runners (sneakers or tennis shoes, for Americans) despite the freezing cold weather (not uncommon for teenagers).
Jason Roy alleged that the last time he saw Neil, he was in the back of a police squad car with blood on his face, handcuffed, and calling for Roy to save him, that they were going to kill him. Jason lied and gave a fake name to the cops when they questioned him, afraid of being hauled in.
Around November 29, 2 construction workers came upon the frozen-solid body of a young man in a remote field, on the outskirts of Saskatoon. He was only wearing one shoe, and a light jacket and jeans. Tragically, it was Neil. Despite the fact that he looked quite young and, as a bantamweight wrestler, likely only weighed about 120 lbs, the news reported that it was a man found in the field, long before family was notified. They showed his body from a distance on the news, but as they said it was a grown man, the family didn't know at first that it was Neil.
The two officers that Roy saw with Neil denied any involvement with Neil that night, and slammed Roy as a not credible witness, as he had been drinking that night and was known to police for petty crime.
As the story unravelled, the horrifying truth was discovered: the two officers that picked up Neil had taken him on what was known as a "starlight tour", which is when police pick up Indigenous people (often men and boys) and drop them off in remote area, regardless of temperature. This had happened so often before that it was given this name. It took a man who managed to run for safety to a nearby power station after such a "tour", and the freezing deaths of 2 other Indigenous men, to blow the whistle on the whole operation.
Nonetheless, the police continued to deny responsibility, claiming Neil must have stumbled out there when intoxicated.
It doesn't take professional detective skills to conclude that that is a ridiculous premise; a 17 year old kid, dressed in light clothing, found with one shoe, managed to walk all the way to the outskirts of town while heavily intoxicated? In -28 C weather? I live on the Canadian prairies, and can tell you that that is next to impossible.
The devastated family noted at Neil's funeral that he had marks on his nose that looked consistent with injuries from handcuffs.
Eventually, there is a formal inquiry held by the province of Saskatchewan: the final report being made in September 2004. The conclusion was that the two officers involved were fired, but there were never any criminal charges laid or true change seen in the p0lice department, much to the dismay and horror of his family and the Indigenous community.
Understandably, Neil's death and the circumstances of how he died was a huge, traumatic blow to the family; both immediate and extended, and it was a very large family. Neil's younger brother began getting into trouble. Marcel was wracked with guilt over the fact that he was the one who purchased the vodka that Neil and Jason drank that night. Neil had been the "leader" of his cousins, and they started to fall apart after he was gone and descend into trauma. His death sent ripples into the community at large, driving an even larger wedge between Indigenous and non-Indigenous, and Indigenous and police, in Saskatoon, a place where racism has always been rampant.
I admittedly have a little inside knowledge into the case, as an ex of mine was fairly closely related to Neil. I met several of his family members. I won't betray their privacy, as they've been through enough already, but I was amazed at the strength and determination that they all displayed, the quiet dignity and graciousness in which they moved towards healing. They never forgot Neil, of course, and his absence still left a tremendous rift and trauma response all those years later. I will always remember how they were so welcoming to me, and invited me in as family, no questions asked. That is common in Indigenous communities, and it's incredibly sad that the tenacity and sheer kindness of Indigenous communities often get overlooked by society, and the negative aspects of these places (the same as in small towns anywhere) are what gets advertised and exaggerated. Despite years of genocidal colonial efforts on behalf of the Canadian gov't and all of its' subsidiaries, the Indigenous people have remained strong, wise, welcoming, and kind. That is truly amazing.
My mother was Metis, so I am part Indigenous myself. However, I grew up in a middle class environment and "look(ed) white", so never faced the same discrimination as Neil's family did. However, we did have our own trauma that sadly runs like a river through all Indigenous families due to colonization efforts; our history and culture were dormant for many years due to the racism and discrimination that my Grandfather experienced. It took years of healing and understanding for this to be amended.
I'm very sad to say that not much has changed since 1990 in Canada. The Canadian prairies where I call home, with its' stark beauty and wide open spaces, is also a bastion of racism and an often dangerous place for Indigenous people. Police/RCMP and other institutions still have incredible racism in their ranks. , as do many who are supposed to be our government leaders. Read up on the landfill search in Manitoba if you don't believe me; it's one of the most disgusting examples of that. My visibly Indigenous friends still get profiled and searched in stores where I am sent off with a wave and a smile by the employees. Children are still scooped into care without good reason. People still deny and minimize the awful, genocidal legacy of abusive residential schools. Indigenous people still can't trust police and gov't institutions, with good reason.
There are, however, Indigenous people and settler allies who are trying to make change. I guess that's what we have to focus on.
This is a very compelling and well written book. I hope that it helps people to remember Neil Stonechild. I hope it helps to remember him as the person he was; loved, funny, friendly, athletic, and smart and not just the circumstances of his death. We owe that at the very least to his family and community.
My heart still breaks for the family, for Jason Roy, for all who were directly hurt by Neil's death (and those indirectly affected as well.). We need action to ensure that "starlight tours" never happen again; we aren't there yet.