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224 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 23, 2021
I should have made her prouder of her history, her people. I shouldn’t have assumed that she would take that for granted, that she wouldn’t have known the beauty and the songs of her Métis culture. Maybe then I wouldn’t have lost her to the cities. They would have all done well in a different time, Charlie, Grandpa, my girl, Granny, even Daniel. But the cities. One day we’re all young, listening to our uncles tell a story, and the next, we wake up old with skyscrapers all around us. All in one lifetime. What kind of world is that? Why can’t it be slow?
The Wet’suwet’en* crisis was the tipping point. Indigenous Peoples started rising up on a scale that settler Canadians paid attention to. The government realized that they didn’t want to deal with that. Reconciliation was great when everyone got to wear a headdress and parade around with cute brown kids and learn about smudging. When it came time for equity though, fuck that. Canadian society spoke up when the protests started and they basically said that they wanted to forget Indigenous Peoples existed. The media turned on us; though they were never really on our side to begin with. The racists got louder. Even the so-called allies decided we were an inconvenience. We realized at that point that we had never actually made any progress.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely. If it weren’t for the Labrador retrievers that are kicking around, I would have shot myself years ago.Despite living what some would call a “white man’s life” he never forgot where he came from, and continued to harbour immense anger:
I don’t pretend that we’re changing anything. I don’t have illusions that our work is going to make a difference. Honestly, I should have known better at the start. But I was still under the impression that this was it. That all these stupid little Indigenous awareness sessions were going to be the change in Canada.Perhaps not surprisingly, the book’s author feels a great deal of anger, as well, and says as much in his Acknowledgements:
Fuck you to all the teachers, cops, social workers, professors, administrators, politicians and bureaucrats that enacted and carried out inconceivable genocidal policies against Indigenous Peoples and continue to do so. The land doesn’t forget and neither do we.Over the last few years, I’ve read several novels by Indigenous authors. I’m not exactly sure why—they all follow a similar narrative. It’s certainly not because they make me feel good, because they don’t—far from it! But something keeps drawing me back, despite the fact that, without exception, they leave me feeling deeply ashamed. Maybe it’s guilt.