WHEN 215 MURDERED CHILDREN FOUND IN A MASS GRAVE, TURNS INTO 1000, TO 3000 TO 5296 DEAD CHILDREN AND NOBODY IN CANADA IS TALKING ABOUT IT WITH NO MEDIA COVERAGE WE HAVE A BIG PROBLEM HERE IN CANADA

WHEN 215 MURDERED CHILDREN FOUND IN A MASS GRAVE, TURNS INTO 1000, TO 3000 TO 5296 DEAD CHILDREN AND NOBODY IN CANADA IS TALKING ABOUT IT WITH NO MEDIA COVERAGE WE HAVE A BIG PROBLEM HERE IN CANADA

A PERSPECTIVE NOT REALIZED BY CANADIANS ON THE GENOCIDE OF RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS. 

Imagine your identity being stolen from you.  Not the plastic card with a name on it, but rather who you are as a person.  What creates your personality and character being systemically changed.

Imagine being punished for speaking the only language you know.  For wearing the only clothes you have ever known, for eating the foods you always eat, for wearing your hair a certain way, for praying the way you always pray  

Imagine that mental emotional turmoil. Not being allowed to be who you are.  Imagine being kidnapped with a bunch of other kids not knowing why. Not knowing if they will ever let you go back home. Imagine hoping every day that your parents would come get you. Not knowing that they were unable that police stop them. 

Imagine being beaten

Starved

Raped

Watching the same happen to other kids and there was nothing you could do about it. 

Nobody protected you

You cried yourself to sleep many nights ... until the sorrow sadness and isolation from your home and family became overwhelming.  And you no longer cried, you felt numb. 

The only thing you felt was the wrap of the wooden ruler on your knuckles, or the pain in your tummy when you were hungry. You eventually blocked this out also.

Emotions and emotional growth stunted haulted suppressed.  No more feelings of safety.

The mind body spirit in survival mode. On guard for other harms, high alert but unable to feel.

Just a child who's feelings have been shattered.  Who no longer has a sense of love, safety, belonging, togetherness, family. All taken away.  The world has turned into a dangerous place  where once it felt safe  comforting, loving, fun.

The worst kind of mental trauma to destroy somebody's identity of who they are.  That confuses the child mind.  Living secretly in the heart and mind, the child whom they are. But living outwardly as the captors, kidnappers, abusers force you to be.  Living a lie.

And then imagine when you turn 16

Your captors open the door shove you out, with no place to go.

Survival mode continues

Then imagine you have to live in two worlds at the same time with conflicting personalities within. 

 Imagine wanting to wear your hair a certain way but the flashback of the  punishment of doing so prevents you.  You hear the damaging words in your head.

Dirty ugly stupid savage 

 Imagine trying to pray and say words in your own language but you have forgotten how. 

Imagine you seek out and  find your people your family but they now seem like strangers. 

For they had to cope and numb the pain while you were gone. Their babies their children missing. Not knowing where you were unable to see you. Crying sorrow tears turns to numbness. To survive the loss like grief like a death. Year after year wondering if you are okay.  Hearing stories from others, bad bad truthful stories of abuse in the places they kidnapped the children to.

Feeling helpless 

And then two numb humans meet again. Parent and child, but feeling like strangers.  Wanting so badly to connect. But it feels so strange.

How to learn how to love and trust again?

How to learn who you are?

How to recover?

Stolen identity

INDIGENOUS HISTORY 

This is what should be taught in schools. How the government  the police and the churches conspired together to destroy Indigenous people.  By trying to destroy the children. The family unit.

To all the little child hearts inside the grown up bodies, I cover you with love  prayers, peace and good energy..

RESIDENTIAL SCHOOLS.

Concentration camps for kids

For the survivors 💗 and in memory of those who lost their lives as a result of this madness.

Your lives matter.