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The reddit thread on world news has some first hand poignant account of the residential school (and the untold story of the british code talkers)

They always said when they buried them, it was from a outbreak. But i dont remember gettin sick, more probably it was because of how they didnt feed us nothin. You cant give a kid whatever sad excuse of cream of wheat they gave us and expect them to live.

I remeber when my cousin was there i wasnt old enough to go. i wouldnt know what happenes until way later probably the 70's. I finished school in november 1944 when i was 16 (was gonma at 15 but the war changed alot.) I was sent to a school far away from home, in northern alberta. Sept there atleast, i was able to speak cree in secret with other cree kids they took or that got shipped off by their mothers (alot of our parents thought they were sending us to private schools or white boarding schools, not a jailcell) my cousin were with mostly what i assume would be the local kutnei.

Before the second world war started we had to do long hours of work at the sheet metal building, we werent payed and they said they were teaching us skills to take with us when we graduated. I didnt learn no thing about metal working till i was damn near 40. I had been taught nothing more than to push a button in the end. I hadnt gained any education, i was starved and beaten, many of my friends were taken away to the basment of the church building and locked in little rooms. we wouldnt see them for days, they always came back never the same. Many died.

The things i saw there were horrible. When i was older we would be allowed to go home sometimes, we would be told by the girls of awful surgeries on their private parts, rapes, pregnation and aborting of kids. some how it was worse for them. We always tried to escape and the police, the mounties always came for us. We called them "many black boots" or "kaskitéwaskasinawa" because they always came after you in groups. Youd always hear their boots on the wood of your moms house when you ran away and thats when you knew they were here. it was always that same boot on wood noise ill never forget it.

Still when the war came, we were trained to be soldiers. i was only 15 when i began training, some of the others as young as 12. They even trained adult soldiers in drills with us. The dean made it so it was always harsh during training, he never let up. Us who were to graduate at the usual 15 had to stay for a year of training.

Then one day i remember, they said we were going to a meeting, those of us who spoke cree still. at first no one dared even moved or admit they still spoke cree. we thought it was a trick to see if we still disobeyed their rules, but the strangest thing that day happened. we were told to speak cree for the first time ever. The very people who said our words were of the devil and had to be taken away to make room for gods light said i had to use the devils language.

Appearently that would be the start of britains "code talkers." I went to the pacific war. I didnt see any action, i mostly spent most of my days in the radio set on a giant battle ship. It was the greatest days of my life. I didnt earn no great medals but i do know i helped save the country who had tried to kill us as kids. Never forget what we did for you all. Even when the world had left us behind.

I am almost 93. I dont know if i could ever tell this story to anyone else. To be honest i dont have anyone to tell in real life.

I did not think anyone would see our stories. This does give me some peace, even if it is almost 100 years too late.

i am glad atleast someone will read this. I would tell some people and theyd probably look at me crazy.

https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/c...eb2x&context=3

I spent ages 12 to 15 running away from RCMP in the 60's. I and other girls part of a group were forced to be give hysterectomys. None of us were given proper medical attention like pain killers or knocking us out.

I ran away of course, during one of the rare trips to the temple in the white town just over the border of our reserve. I ran and I ran until i couldn't run anymore.

I arrived at an old man's house. He was a little strange but in the end very nice and a blessing at the time. I told him what was going on at the schools. He said he had heard rumours from his brother who was a priest at my school for a while before they moved him for trying to bring the things happening to light.

He would hids me for six long months. I even celbrated my 12th birthday hiding in a basement. Then one day i remember a local boy had kicked his ball into the back yard and he had hopped the fence with his mother. The only window to the basement was facing the backyard so i had a clear view of them and the same thing for them.

The mom saw me, but i didnt know at first.

Later the rcmp came for me. Ill never forget that squeak of brakes of their cars

I ended up escaping to another house and then driven to another town more safer up north. But it was not a comfortable life to move basement to basement listening for the sound of mounties knocking (always that one loud knock pattern, don't know why it was so common)

I thank the many good samaratins who gave me a home when the state was trying to murder me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/c...eb2x&context=3

https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia....e-code-talkers

This is our Canada that basically we want to put a wool over our eyes (and at the same time want to virtue shame other countries like China while our issues are poorly acknowledged on our home turf)