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Residential Schools: A Canadian Genocide Story

This is a fictionalized journal entry based on actual accounts of what happened during the genocide of many in Residential Schools in Canada (1831 - 1996).

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Apr 25, 2022
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Residential Schools: Canada's Genocide

This is a fictionalized journal entry based on actual accounts of what happened during the genocide of many in Residential Schools in Canada (1831 - 1996).

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August 17, 1897: The Day Before Graduation 

To summarize, after being pulled out of my mother's arms at nine years old, my time here is that if there is a devil, its spirit must be in these people to do what they did.

I had no time to grieve after being taken from my mother, home, tribe, and stoicism.

I was first physically beaten by the nuns, priests, and other Europeans to be forced to live in their culture. Then, well, my culture was sucked out of me down to my soul through their torturer's brainwashing techniques.

They stole my name and gave me a new English word.

I witnessed many of my brothers and sisters die at the whites' hands. Not only my people but a similar fate was met to those who shared identical identities but were from various tribes.

I learned most from my experience that people are not that different from one another and that a person's soul can be easily manipulated by evil.

I learned to read and write from the European (French) culture, learning history from the bible.

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Their obedience led us to dress like them in uniform and do everything we do in unison.

The nuns taught me discipline through chores.

Those same nuns would beat me with belts, sticks, and other objects near them when their evil eyes took over. Then, when the nun's eyes were in good spirits, they would teach me prayer, they tried to kill my people's souls, but it will never die.

When I did get fed, it was food with little taste, as they forced me to eat quickly.

Many days they worked me to the brink of death.

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