Dad’s last Cree words to me: ‘You must forgive the white man.’ Easier said than done
Jul 22, 2022
From painful, distant memories, I can only tell you what I remember and suffered.
For our childhood, those most vulnerable and critical years in life, we were forced to live a life that was a lie. The story is not mine alone.
Every fall, children were abducted from small, scattered hunting villages or reserves. The mob — an Indian agent, RCMP, priest and a nun — arrived, picking up Cree kids. After some shoving, shouting, dogs barking and crying parents holding on to their children, police pulled out their guns. They threatened our parents and grandparents with jail time if they didn’t let us go. Some went to jail.