Having a Rough Day

This entry is an intense opinion about an intense subject, skip if you are having a rough day, or life! Take good care of yourself out there!

Today I am beginning to write without censure, a stream of consciousness. I do not often do this. But the news of 215 secretly buried abused children has had a serious impact on my peace of mind. It isn’t as if ugly violence against Aboriginal people’s in Canada are a secret, there are incidences in the news, constantly. Native women go missing, it is well documented. Systemic prejudices exist in health care, education, and in many other infrastructural settings. The residential schools are one of the ways violence has been perpetrated against aboriginal people’s in Canada.

Where there is power, there is misuse.

That these abuses of power and trust exist here in Canada is not surprising, as humans of all races, and in all well documented cultural/social structures, have exhibited these abuses. Where non-representative power exists, abuses exist. Powerful humans can create the abuses, but they also “garden” them, allowing those within their reach to enact the measures of abuse at a variety of scales, from nuclear family to wide spread systemic abuses.

Human cultures frequently have opportunities to evolve, to reach a potential of equitable, peaceful existence. Canada has been offered this opportunity, to acknowledge abuses of power, and work to build accountability into social structures. Accountability not just for Aboriginal peoples, but all citizens in the country.

I find it extremely sad that there is one issue, the abuse of power, and thousands of splintered groups of victims fighting in their own corners to right specific, tangible wrongs. Divide and conquer, someone once coined that strategy, and I think they were on to something. It is being said about the pandemic that it isn’t over until it is over for everyone… I think that is applicable to abuses of power.

The sadness I feel about the secretly buried children is too deep for effective expression. There are no words. No one can make it up to them, no one can comfort them in their hour of need, no one can heal them, it is not possible. We can work to support their loved ones, the communities they belong to, and the country that needs to ensure that human life, ALL human life, is respected.

I slept little last night. I experienced a deep and profound grief, honouring the helpless loneliness, and terror, those children experienced.

Humans of earth, let us do better by each other.

Love, Maggie



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Eileen Barton

Those poor children. I just can’t comprehend such violence against innocents.

Joan Lansberry

Humans can be so evil at times. Here in the States, we are being reminded of what happened 100 years ago, in Tulsa. Racists bombed and destroyed a thriving black neighborhood. Just destroyed it and the livlihoods of those there, and even some lives. At least strong light is being shed on these evils.


This is such a sad story. Human beings can be so evil toward each other. I wish we lived in a better world made up of only caring people 🙁


I think the saddest thing of all is that the Catholic Church has not yet acknowledged that these abuses were perpetrated by the people they charged with the care of these children.

I’d also like to point out that this same evil was taking place among Native Americans in the United States at the same time.

All the tribes are now asking for the same kind of equipment to search the grounds of all the former residential schools. I don’t think 215 will be the final death toll. 🙁