koré, eighteen, they / them

‘i love therefore i am’

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2021-07-19 21:33:05

    actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.


    This school, The Marieval Indian Residential School, operated from 1899 to 1997.

    It was one of the last residential schools to close in Canada. One of more than 130. 

    In case you didn’t know, residential schools were created to “cleanse” the people of Canada. These schools operated from 1831, when the Mohawk Institute Residential School opened, to 1996, when residential schools were finally outlawed.

    That is 166 years of cultural genocide.

    An estimated 150 000 children attended these schools, and an estimated 6 000 children died at these schools (current records of death are incomplete) 

    These children were beaten, sexually abused, even experimented on. They were treated like prisoners, like they were sub-human. 

    A child’s likelihood of dying in a residential school was one in twenty-five. In comparison, a Canadian World War 2 soldier’s odds of dying were one in twenty-six. 

    I am not Indigenous. I cannot pretend to know how painful this may be. But what I can do is speak out. This inhumane treatment of citizens of Canada must be condemned. 

    The government of Canada, and The Catholic Church, must. make. reparations. 

    “You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again. That [Shevek] knew; indeed it was the basis of his view of the world. Yet from that acceptance of transience he evolved his vast theory, wherein what is most changeable is shown to be fullest of eternity, and your relationship to the river, and the river’s relationship to you and to itself, turns out to be at once more complex and more reassuring than a mere lack of identity. You can go home again... so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.”

    – Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed