Opening that door, I walked away from my own family’s story of Canada, which was based on un-truths and covered up atrocities. She opened the door to a labyrinth that I would discover lead to many rooms, many schools, many instances of horrific abuse committed by religious and political leaders in communities that had been separated from ours, on Reservations and in Christian run institutions. There, I remember a Mi’kmaq woman, still a teenager, talking to our History class about the effects that Residential Schools had had on her family, how it had affected her mother, her grandmother, and her. It was a program that offered high school classes to students who, for a variety of reasons, didn’t fit into their local high schools, either because of family commitments, mental health and addiction issues, or legal problems. I was attending the FLEX program at Saint Patrick’s Alexandria School in Halifax. Do you remember when you first learned of Residential Schools? How old were you? How did you feel?
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