I was first introduced and wooed by Wab Kinew when he hosted Canada Reads. He's clearly an intelligent and impressive man, and since that 2015 series ran, I've kept a distant eye on him. When he was interviewed on "The Next Chapter" for this autobiography, I ran out immediately and purchased the book. I dove in.
The book is so thoughtful and is a lovely testament to a love, a healing, between a man and his father. I appreciated it as such. I also learned a great deal about the Sundance tradition, some further details about the disgusting residential school system, and about efforts being made to revive a culture that's so unfairly been beaten down. Any person who grew up outside the Native-Canadian experience will learn much in this way.
While the book is deeply personal to Wab, I was pleased to read the Epilogue, which is really what I expected from the book in its entirety, based on Shelagh Rodgers' interview. The Epilogue delves into the idea of forgiveness, justice, universal and enduring love; Wab spoke eloquently about this on the radio. It was a lovely ending to the book.
I would be remiss if I didn't voice my personal (and, frankly, unimportant) disappointment at what felt like Wab's quasi-rejection of his own white/Caucasian background. His mother is from a reasonably affluent white family, and while Wab definitely mentions this and professes his thanks and love for her, he does (at least in this book) appear to connect so much for fully with his Native half. I understand this -- and I don't. I don't begrudge him at all -- his Native community needs him. He is an educated, charismatic, driven, impressive, committed, intelligent, beautiful speaker with compassion for his cause, and I hope more than anything that he will be successful in his efforts for what we in Canada need so very badly: better of EVERYTHING for our Native neighbours. But I feel sad, as a white woman, to feel that connection ignored, that maybe he is embarrassed by this link, that maybe he wishes he weren't at all white. I know this is a controversial comment, and I also recognize that this is a book largely about his Native father, and so that may provide an explanation. But having spent years of my life romantically involved with a half-Native man, it was all too familiar a sentiment. I apologize for any offense this may provide to Wab or anyone -- it's certainly in no way meant as an insult, but just as food for thought. If nothing else, the Epilogue does a beautiful job at weaving together the universality of "human," and this I very much appreciated.
I will carry on with my admiration for Wab Kinew, and as I mentioned, I hope more than anything that he can make a difference. I am truly embarrassed and shamed as a Canadian of the history on this land. If I could do anything to help his/our/the Native cause, I most definitely would. The book gives me hope -- for Wab himself and for the path of truth and reconciliation that he has been a part of. I hope it is this generation that can make the leaps we need to bring our Native people to a better place, a place that recognizes their human rights and their cultural rights. (I like to think that our new Prime Minister will make a difference too -- here's to hoping.)
I am clearly not as eloquent a writer as some, but I felt compelled to write a long review of this book because of the passion with which I went at it, and my honest, guttural, heart-felt, and genuine hope for things to get better for the Native people of Canada. It's an injustice we can't carry on with any longer. Tell me what to do! I think Wab just started to.