Canada Day - My Disappointment in my Country
For as long as I can remember, I have been extremely proud to call myself a Canadian. I was born here, as were my parents, as were their parents; I am a third generation Canadian, and I always thought that was special. Growing up and learning about my country’s history in school always made me proud; we were known as peacekeepers, and we had a country where anyone could come to and join without much hesitation. The more I grew up, the more pride I would feel for this country. The natural landscapes I have seen are breathtaking, and for a good majority, the people I have met are pleasant, polite, and genuine. My love for Canada was turned into a mark on my body as I designed a tattoo of the Canadian flag as if it were carved into my skin, and I had that tattooed on my shoulder back in 2012.
Ever since I was younger, I always
celebrated Canada Day. Usually there
would be a barbeque of some sort, I would spend time with friends and family,
and more times then naught, there were fireworks. Even once I grew up, I would go to parks to
spend time with friends and watch the fireworks on the lawn. Once I moved out, this didn’t change much,
and currently I would sit out on my balcony with a drink and watch the numerous
spots in my field of view illuminating the night sky. Often, I would have my sleeves rolled up on
Canada Day so I could show off the pride for my country on its day.
I needed to start with all of this background
information first. I needed you, the
reader, to know about my thoughts, my pride, and my familial history with this
country. It is essential to know where I
came from, and where my heart lay regarding the country that I call home. I loved my home, and I would brag about it
and defend it if needed. But this is
something that I cannot do right now because the country that I call home, is
deeply scarred by the choices our forefathers made.
I’m not going to sit here and claim
to be an expert regarding the issues I am about to talk about. My knowledge doesn’t come from formal
education on these subjects, but from others bringing me into the light of the
truth, along with my own independent research.
I just want that to be known.
This is the first year that I will
not be celebrating my country, because I am honesty horrified by the treatment
of the Indigenous people of Canada, and the government’s indifference to their
strife. It is a decision that I have
struggled with in the last couple weeks, but a decision that I must stand
behind. As much as I wanted to try and
mask the situation with my appreciation and celebration for the good that
Canada through the years, there is a giant black spot on our history that
cannot be ignored.
Growing up, I had no real concept of
Indigenous people and what colonists did to them. When I was a kid, I knew of them as “Indians”
and I only ever saw them depicted in movies and TV shows. As I grew up, my knowledge shifted to “Native
Canadians” as every once in a while, we would have a speaker at school who
would talk about their culture. I never
thought much of it all; I always thought that their traditions and culture were
cool, but it never expanded more than that.
We learned about the Indigenous community sparsely in history class;
specifically, I remember the Métis and
Louis Riel, but not much more than that.
There it is my formal education
regarding the Indigenous peoples of Canada.
Between my high school graduation (2010) and my informal education on
the topic (2019), not much changed regarding what I knew about Indigenous
people. I found out that a couple people
I was close with had Indigenous heritage, but I never asked them about their
experience with it, which is something that I still regret to this day. I worked in retail for some time, where I had
my first experience with Indian Status Cards.
For those of you who don’t know about these, they are cards to be
presented at the time of purchase that exempts the owner of the card from
paying taxes; people who have these cards need to be able to prove that they
are a certain percentage Indigenous, but I’m not aware on what percentage it
is.
On top of what I have mentioned
above, the only other piece of information I had regarding Indigenous peoples
was about a type of land dispute before them and the government in a city about
an hour or so from my hometown. I don’t
remember much about it, other than they were painted in a bad light, and it
made people scared to go onto a reserve.
So, to sum up the above, until I was
twenty-six years old, that is what I knew about the people who lived on
Canadian soil before European Settlers arrived.
Now I can finally dive into what I now know, and why I cannot celebrate
Canada Day this year.
In 2019 I began to learn about the
Indigenous community, specifically about Residential Schools. In my most basic understanding of them, they
were schools that Indigenous parents would send their kids to because they
couldn’t afford a proper education; I was wrong in about every way I could be. Residential Schools were created by the
government and run by various churches, in an attempt to “beat the Indian” out
of children, in an “attempt to save their souls”. They were forced to abandon who they were and
become who we were. They were forced to
accept our religion, and if they resisted, they were abused, harshly. Those who left the school, lived with PTSD,
and a great deal with them fell into addiction to cope with the terrible
conditions they were forced into.
What really opened my eyes to the
horrors that these children went through is The Secret Path. It was a multimedia project that was created
by Gord Downie, the deceased singer for The Tragically Hip. This man was a wordsmith and as he was dying
of brain cancer, he brought forth the terrible truths of the residential
schools to the public’s eye. The Secret
Path tells the story of twelve-year-old Chanie Wenjack, an Anishinaabe boy who
lost his life as he was attempting to escape the residential school and return
to his family. All he wanted to do was
return to his parents and siblings, but he lost his life along the way.
The visuals portraying the aspects
of this boy’s life, his joys, abuse, and refusal to give up, accompanied by
Gord’s powerful lyrics broke me. To think
that children from the ages of four to sixteen were torn away from their
parents, forced to assimilate into a drastically foreign culture, abused
physically, emotionally, and sexually, it makes me sick. I have attached the link to the video, and I
urge anyone who reads this to watch it.
While I recommend watching the entire two hours, it’s the first
forty-six minutes that show the production, and the subsequent fourteen minutes
that shows Gord Downie meeting with the members of Chanie’s family.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGd764YU9yc
So now the question is, why am I
talking about this now? Why did I
celebrate Canada Day last year, even though I had knowledge of residential
schools and the hardships of the Indigenous people? Well, the short answer is ignorance. Even though I knew what happened, I thought
we were on a path to better days, and I thought my country was making amends
for everything they have done, but I was wrong.
Here’s the segment of the rant where
I get analytical and lay down the hard facts of the recent weeks. In total, Canada had 139 residential schools,
and over the 120 years they were active, approximately 150,000 Indigenous
children were forced into these schools.
During these years, its estimated that 3,200 – 30,000 of these children
died on the premises. The churches that
ran the schools never disclosed any firm numbers.
Over the last couple months, there
have been new findings at these schools, due to investigations done by the
Indigenous peoples of those regions. As
of the time I post this, there have been 1,252 unmarked graves found in 4
former Residential School locations.
This is just the start, as more investigations are underway. If you do the math, this can imply that the
true death toll of these institutions could be upwards of 45,000, meaning
nearly a third of the children who passed through the halls of these schools
perished. Schools are meant for
education and growth, but they were turned into tools of genocide.
What really breaks my heart is that
the Indigenous communities just want to educate and reconcile. When I hear members of the community speak,
they just want to know the names of the children, so they can finally be put to
rest. They want to be heard, and they
want to be treated fairly, and it is time for the rest of Canada to listen.
The government doesn’t care, they
think that they can just throw money at the problem, when that isn’t something
that needs to be done. What needs to be
done is the passing of laws and legislature to stop demonizing the
community. For example, if you were to
dump waste into a Canadian body of water, you would be fined $1,000,000, but if
you dump waste into a body of water on a reserve, the fine is a mere $100. How is that ok?
For the first time I can remember, I’m
hearing and seeing commercials on TV and the radio that are giving Indigenous
people a voice and giving them a chance to not be portrayed negatively in the
media. That is sad. More needs to be done, much more.
I’m disappointed in the people that came
before me, and I’m disappointed that we never received proper education on the
truth of what happened in Canada. I’m
angry at the fact that families would be starved out and refused rations if they
didn’t relinquish their children to the corrupt system, and I’m angry at the
half-assed attempts that the Canadian government has made thus far. I’m devastated as I hear the stories come out
of survivors of Residential Schools, the stories of abuse and crushed dreams.
This isn’t over, it’s far from over. There is so much that needs to be done to
heal the wounds. To start, stop
separating Indigenous children from their parents, and if there is evidence of
child neglect, address it as you would with other Canadian citizens. Stop treating their land as dumping grounds
for our waste. How about sectioning off
areas so Indigenous people can worship the land as others research in churches?
I’ve been a proud Canadian for most of my
life, but right now I have to take Canada off of the pedestal I had it on. I can still stand by the natural beauty of
this country, but I can’t stand by the people, not until change happens. No doubt, there will be more graves found,
and more sorrow felt. The churches and
the government need to be held accountable and they need to initiate the change
we need.
As for me, I’m going to continue to educate myself on the issues surrounding the Indigenous community; learning and understanding is the first step here. We need to stop the hate and the unfair treatment of Indigenous peoples, and until that happens, Canada should not be celebrated.
- Cody S
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