A new book documents how the residential schools "unmarked graves" narrative spread, hardened into orthodoxy inside media and government, and how it continues to warp our debates in Canada to this day
Thanks to True North and the contributors to this book. The actual truth needs to continue to get out to the public if there is going to be any chance of getting the Indian Industry under control.
Now if we could only get the politicians interested in learning the truth on the other side of the required narrative.
People cling to the illusion of certainty the way a frightened child clings to a blanket—tight, desperate, unwilling to let go long enough to see what’s real. They build their lives on assumptions, mistaking them for foundations, feeding their egos with stories that feel good for the moment but collapse under the weight of clarity.
It’s like a woman painting her face each morning, not to enhance beauty but to hide it—masquerading behind a wall of deceit. But when the curtain is pulled back, when the mask cracks, the truth stands there waiting. Not ugly. Not shameful. Just real.
And reality, when finally faced, is the gentlest thing in the world.
The sky always forgives.
When truth is set free, there is always room to fly.
It seems polptians are all too eager to cater to the native population, setting presidency which will make it very difficult to deal with them in the future . They used this unmarked grave issue to gain a substantial financial gain, and now they want to make it illegal even to disuss it, let alone inspect the so called graves. Next thing they will be after our p-roperty, like in B.C.
Thanks to True North and the contributors to this book. The actual truth needs to continue to get out to the public if there is going to be any chance of getting the Indian Industry under control.
Now if we could only get the politicians interested in learning the truth on the other side of the required narrative.
Truth always hurts less than living in the dark.
People cling to the illusion of certainty the way a frightened child clings to a blanket—tight, desperate, unwilling to let go long enough to see what’s real. They build their lives on assumptions, mistaking them for foundations, feeding their egos with stories that feel good for the moment but collapse under the weight of clarity.
It’s like a woman painting her face each morning, not to enhance beauty but to hide it—masquerading behind a wall of deceit. But when the curtain is pulled back, when the mask cracks, the truth stands there waiting. Not ugly. Not shameful. Just real.
And reality, when finally faced, is the gentlest thing in the world.
The sky always forgives.
When truth is set free, there is always room to fly.
How dare they question the idea that churches are here murdering all the children and stealing all the land ???
It seems polptians are all too eager to cater to the native population, setting presidency which will make it very difficult to deal with them in the future . They used this unmarked grave issue to gain a substantial financial gain, and now they want to make it illegal even to disuss it, let alone inspect the so called graves. Next thing they will be after our p-roperty, like in B.C.