It's Indigenous History Month, and we're all supposed to be having a "difficult conversation" about Indian Residential School graves. That's the relatively easy conversation. The more convenient one.
What a heart rending story that Canadians need to hear. Excellent work. Thanks, Terry.
On an unrelated note, and at the risk of beating a dead horse, I listened to the Canadaland episode where Jesse and his genocide-denying friend Andrey Domise discuss your articles and I must say, I came away piping hot mad. It looks as though they didn't even read it! It's a (surely legally actionable) slanderous misrepresentation.
What a loathsome display from these two posh "progressive" elitists.
I just read some reviews of Poets Cove. Spectacular setting, but it seems to have lost it's luster since it opened. Poor maintenance and cleanliness are often reviewed as poor.
I have enjoyed reading The Year of the Graves series in the NP and the backstories. We cannot change the past but we can do better in the future, but that will only work well if we possess the correct information. I am glad that you are shining a light on both the press and governments and their mischaracterizations, and in the case of governments, the criminal behavior towards the indigenous. We must expect better from historians and the press.
Such a history…so rich and sad. My wife grew up in Caledonia next to the Six Nations and has many lovely and sad memories of living with the indigenous as a child. Where do we go to to settle this?
It remains my considered opinion that colonialism is a mental illness. At its core, the idea that it is just to violate others, for their own good, or so the story goes. Thus, the violating logic of economic development, cultural genocide, and the colonial relationship between the living and the dead. Thanks for this, sad as it may be, a reminder that the living tissue of people, place and story is the seed from which we are all germinated. Violently slashing at the root, in the name of progress, only begets the sweet madness of self-inflicted wounds.
What a heart rending story that Canadians need to hear. Excellent work. Thanks, Terry.
On an unrelated note, and at the risk of beating a dead horse, I listened to the Canadaland episode where Jesse and his genocide-denying friend Andrey Domise discuss your articles and I must say, I came away piping hot mad. It looks as though they didn't even read it! It's a (surely legally actionable) slanderous misrepresentation.
What a loathsome display from these two posh "progressive" elitists.
I just read some reviews of Poets Cove. Spectacular setting, but it seems to have lost it's luster since it opened. Poor maintenance and cleanliness are often reviewed as poor.
I have enjoyed reading The Year of the Graves series in the NP and the backstories. We cannot change the past but we can do better in the future, but that will only work well if we possess the correct information. I am glad that you are shining a light on both the press and governments and their mischaracterizations, and in the case of governments, the criminal behavior towards the indigenous. We must expect better from historians and the press.
Beautifully written but incredibly sad and shameful. The almighty dollar trumps all. God must cry over all this.
I wonder how many of these people know about Terry’s story:
https://www.tripadvisor.ca/Hotel_Review-g183804-d185766-Reviews-Poets_Cove_Resort_Spa-Pender_Island_British_Columbia.html#REVIEWS
Was this the outcome of the the 2006 trial?
http://www.hulquminum.bc.ca/pubs/Poets%20Cove%20Fined.pdf
Such a history…so rich and sad. My wife grew up in Caledonia next to the Six Nations and has many lovely and sad memories of living with the indigenous as a child. Where do we go to to settle this?
It remains my considered opinion that colonialism is a mental illness. At its core, the idea that it is just to violate others, for their own good, or so the story goes. Thus, the violating logic of economic development, cultural genocide, and the colonial relationship between the living and the dead. Thanks for this, sad as it may be, a reminder that the living tissue of people, place and story is the seed from which we are all germinated. Violently slashing at the root, in the name of progress, only begets the sweet madness of self-inflicted wounds.