The report the government doesn’t want you to read

The introduction of the Summary of the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which documents the more than 100 year history of an Indian residential school system designed to achieve the Canadian government’s policy objective of cultural genocide of Indigenous peoples, includes this observation:

Too many Canadians know little or nothing about the deep historical roots of these conflicts. This lack of historical knowledge has serious consequences for First Nations, Inuit, and Métis peoples, and for Canada as a whole. In government circles, it makes for poor public policy decisions. In the public realm, it reinforces racist attitudes and fuels civic distrust between Aboriginal peoples and other Canadians.

Last week, a bunch of powerful people in Canadian media tweeted that they were raising money for an “Appropriation Prize” to reward cultural appropriation, with Indigenous cultures specifically targeted. The Canadian media industry is small enough that the participants in this “fundraiser” represent a large chunk of the organizations you get your news from. There are also so few paid columnists in Canada that when one of them went on TV to tell Indigenous people they were over reacting, another one who responded was his mother, who tweeted this:

This is a staggering thing to say for at least three reasons. One, in the context of a genocide program (Kay objects to the use of the word “genocide,” so as a compromise let’s call it a “take children from their families and steal their personal items and beat them for speaking their own language and, when they die at unusually high rates, bury them in unmarked graves” program), asking “why don’t you talk about the good parts” is, to be very generous, facile.

Two, the TRC did report on positive experiences! As Melissa Martin points out, positive “stories are included throughout” the report volumes, and there’s even “a whole chapter called Warm Memories.” (!!) That is something Kay would know if she had read (or even skimmed the table of contents of) the report. Which brings us to number three:

It is a failure of a market economy that there are so many people willing and able to write opinion in Canada while the few who occupy those scarce positions can be so lazily ignorant.

I think paid opinion writers deserve to be held to a high standard when stating opinions. But, as noted by the passage of the TRC report I quoted above, being more informed than the general population wouldn’t even be that hard. Most Canadians know little to nothing about their country’s long history with residential schools, which is why, when the TRC released its final report, many argued that “every Canadian should read it.”

That phrase makes me think of the annual CBC Canada Reads competition, which, once a year, selects a book that “every Canadian should read.” If you’ve ever listened to Canada Reads and decided to read any of the books mentioned, it’s incredibly easy to do so. Even if you don’t physically travel to your nearest bookstore, you can order a copy online or, in many cases, download the audio book. (For reference, this year’s winner is available for about $12, or $10 as an audio book.)

Now let’s say you decide you want to read the TRC’s final report, if not the full 6 volumes then at least the summary.

The good news is, aside from the difficulty of the subject matter, it’s very readable. You don’t need to be a policy wonk, fluent in governmentese. I think most Canadians would find the writing compelling (and eye-opening, and shameful) if they got their hands on a copy.

That’s an unfortunately big if. Professionally, I work in website and software development, which means I spend a lot of time thinking about how to design “user experiences” that maximize the number of people who do the thing I need them to do. And it turns out, people will bail in huge numbers at every extra step you require of them. Even a couple extra seconds to load a webpage causes a surprisingly high number of people to say “never mind” and leave before the page has even loaded.

So if you want to get someone to do something, you have to make it as easy and as “frictionless” as possible. And based on this I’m tempted to conclude the government doesn’t actually want people to read about the TRC.

The most prominent banner image on the official TRC website is a promotion for an event that’s coming up in… 2015. Below that is a button that says “TRC FINAL REPORT” which takes you to a list of 14 links without any explanation of where to start or how they relate to each other. Each link opens a PDF of somewhere between 100 and 1000 pages.

If you’re tenacious enough to have made it this far, and you’re able to find the link to the summary, you are now the proud owner of a 536 page PDF. If instead you decide to really go for it and start with Volume 1, it’s split across 2 PDFs totaling 1884 pages.

Everyone’s reading habits are different, but I doubt there are many people who are willing to read that many pages of a PDF on their computer screen. You’re now hoping that a prospective reader has the ability to print this many pages themselves (still inconvenient and expensive), or the technical knowhow to get the PDF onto an e-reader, which, even then, won’t be a very pleasant reading experience formatted as-is.

To get reasonably readable formatting, you have to be savvy enough to know that the e-reader format you really want is called EPUB, and you need some other volunteer to have already taken pity on you and converted the report into EPUB so that when you go looking for it you’ll find it. Thankfully, Andrew Kurjata has done that for you. Now you can read the TRC summary report on your e-reader, assuming you have one, and have made it this far, and know how to get an EPUB file onto your e-reader.

Or maybe you’ve already given up on reading it electronically and just want it in book form already. Well, the TRC website won’t help you out, so again, you’re going to need to be dogged. If you search Amazon or Indigo you can find some copies, both new and used, for around $25, twice as much as a regular paperback.

Of course, some libraries also have copies. If you’re lucky enough to live near one that does, this could be a good option for you. For me, for something like this, I tend to read slowly (getting distracted by family and life) and want to take notes, so a library copy isn’t a great option. For others the library probably is a great option, but that still means this book is less accessible than all the other books vying for attention.

The point is that if your objective is for as many people as possible to read the report, this is asking way too much. The “user experience design” of getting and reading the report is so poor that the fact that few Canadians have done so feels “by design.”

Instead, if I were in charge of making sure as many Canadians read the report as possible, here are some of the simple things I’d do. The government could easily do this at minimal cost:

  • Create a simple, clear website with links to download professionally formatted versions of the summary report in all major e-reader formats.
  • Send a free print copy of the report to anyone who requests one through a form on the same website.
  • Place the electronic version of the report in major e-reader stores (Kobo, Kindle) for free or $1, depending on what each store allows, so that it’s easily discoverable there.
  • Produce an audio book of the report and podcast it for free, chapter-by-chapter, through iTunes and other major podcast directories for convenience and discoverability. Make it available in full through Audible for as little as the Audible store allows.

If you want to go wild you could even run a modest social and search marketing campaign to make sure people know the reports are available. It would cost a fraction of what the government is accustomed to spending on self-promoting TV campaigns for topics of much less importance. Together, all these steps would guarentee at least some increase in how many Canadians read the report, and begin to chip away at the “racist attitudes” and “civic distrust between Aboriginal peoples and other Canadians,” including major figures in Canadian media.

The only problem with this plan is, more people might actually read the report. Those people might learn about “the deep historical roots” of current inequities and conflicts. Public policy might have to start changing, shifting from one of assimilation to decolonization. So for now, the report stays where it is.

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As much as I believe the report should be easier to read in order to maximize how many people actually do so, it’s far from impossible. If you do want to read it, this is a good place to start.

“I guess we’ll never speak to this little girl again”

I’ve mentioned before that I’m reading the report of the Truth and Reconciliation Committee, which documents the history and fallout of Canada’s Indian residential school system. For more than 100 years, as a matter of government policy, children were taken from their homes and placed into this system designed to annihilate Indigenous languages and cultures, in part by alienating Indigenous children from their families and communities.

These schools were tragically, though not totally, successful. As I’ve read the report, some stories have stood out. I previously wrote about how children were cruelly accused of stealing clothing they’d been forced to wear after their own clothing had been stolen. Here’s another story that made me need to stop and take a break.

This is what Mary Courchene, a former Indian residential schools student, told the Truth and Reconciliation Commission about what it was like to return home after living in a residential school:

And I looked at my dad, I looked at my mom, I looked at my dad again. You know what? I hated them. I just absolutely hated my own parents. Not because I thought they abandoned me; I hated their brown faces. I hated them because they were Indians…. So I, I looked at my dad and I challenged him and I said, ‘From now on we speak only English in this house,’ I said to my dad. And you know when we, when, in a traditional home where I was raised, the first thing that we all were always taught was to respect your Elders and never to, you know, to challenge them. And here I was, eleven years old, and I challenged … my dad looked at me and I, and I thought he was going to cry. In fact his eyes filled up with tears. He turned to my mom and he says, … “Then I guess we’ll never speak to this little girl again. I don’t know her.’

From page 154 of the Summary of the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

Top photos: Mary Courchene (from therac.ca), and the Qu’Appelle Indian Industrial School in Saskatchewan, one of the two residential schools she attended. The tents in the foreground of this 1885 photo are there because “parents of Indian children had to camp outside the gates of the residential schools in order to visit their children.

Let’s invade France in swimming tanks

I’ve often failed to appreciate just how logistically difficult war is, and how much creativity is required as constantly changing technology presents new possibilities and makes old strategies obsolete.

For example, if you want to invade heavily-fortified Nazi Europe from the water, that’s really hard! You need special boats to transport all your troops and equipment, absurdly detailed plans and coordination, and even then you can’t exactly just show up on shore and expect to walk onto land. Canadians learned devastating lessons about seaborne invasions during the Dieppe Raid in August 1942. Five thousand Canadians made up the vast majority of the invading force that day. 907 were killed, and another 2,532 were wounded or captured.

Dieppe made it clear, Mark Zuehlke writes in Juno Beach, “that infantry landing on a beach alone were easy prey.” For the massive Normandy invasion on D-Day two years later, planners wanted tanks to “set down on the beach alongside each infantry brigade to immediately destroy the beach fortifications with direct fire from the tanks’ main guns.”

Easier said than done. A similar objective at Dieppe had “failed miserably,” in part because “it was simply too easy for antitank guns mounted in fortified positions to pick off tanks trundling down the ramps of [their landing crafts] like ducks in a row.”

So, here’s an actually crazy idea: what if you had “a tank capable of swimming ashore under its own power.” Remarkably, the British invented something called a Duplex Drive tank, aka DD tank, aka Donald Duck tank. Here’s how it worked, according to Zuehlke:

The DD Tank was rendered buoyant by means of a collapsable canvass screen fitted to the hull just above the running gear. Attached to the screen were thirty-two regularly spaced tubes of four-inch diameter. When injected with compressed air, the tubes expanded like sausages, pulling the attached screen upright, with the result that the tank became completely encircled by a canvass ring steadied not only by the inflated tubes but also by eight metal braces bracketed to the hull. The screen provided sufficient displacement to keep the tank afloat even in relatively rough seas.

Having a hard time picturing this? Me too! But I have Google and I found pictures. Here is what a DD tank looked like with the canvass screen lowered:

And here is what it looked like when the screen was raised and held in place by those metal braces and tubes of compressed air:

Having a hard time picturing this floating? Me too! Let’s go to the tape:

And, from that same video, a clip of the tank driving out of the water:

You might be thinking to yourself, “wow! that looks precarious!” You would be correct.

“Although the DDs were seaworthy, they were easily swamped,” writes Zuehlke, making me question whether I really know what “seaworthy” means. “The slightest damage to the screens by enemy fire or battering by heavy surf could cause the tank to founder and sink like a stone before the crew could safely bail out.” Tank crew were therefore trained and equipped with the same kind of evacuation equipment used in submarines.

In practice, the results were mixed. The tanks were supposed to be launched 7000 yards off shore and approach inconspicuously, sitting low in the water. But the waves were much higher than anticipated, so one of the two Canadian regiments equipped with DDs, the Fort Gary Horse, brought its tanks “to within a few hundred feet of shore and let them swim from there.” The other regiment though, the 1st Hussars, launched their tanks 3000 yards from shore. Of the 29 Canadian-crewed tanks launched, 27 reached the beach.

That makes the Canadian use of DD tanks at Juno Beach significantly more successful than the American experience that same morning at Omaha Beach, where the use of the tanks is generally regarded to have been a complete disaster. The Americans stuck more closely to the plan and launched their DDs far from shore. In rough water, the majority were lost before reaching land.

How many birthdays does the Queen have?

I almost wish I’d never seen this tweet.

If I’d never seen it then I’d never have dumbly decided it was a good idea to try to understand it. But I did, and am now going to attempt to unpack this nonsense, while probably getting some legal nuances wrong here and there.

Elizabeth II is a real human person who was born on April 21, 1926. She celebrated her 91st birthday last Friday, which is when Philippe Lagassé, an Associate Professor at the University of Ottawa, wrote the above tweet.

But Elizabeth II is the Queen of Canada. So what the hell could it mean that the Queen of Canada has a different birthday than Elizabeth II?

It gets worse. The Queen of New Zealand’s birthday is June 5th.

To be clear (lol), Elizabeth II is also the Queen of New Zealand. What is going on?

As best I can understand it, based on a blog post also by Lagassé, “the Sovereign (ie Queen or King) is a legal person… [a] fictional legal personality.” Specific Kings and Queens live and die, but the Sovereign, as a legal entity, “is perpetual and never dies.”

“The woman we call Queen Elizabeth II,”  Lagassé writes, “is the physical representation of the legal personality known as the Queen of Canada.”

This is handy, because it means that when you swear an oath to the Queen, you are technically swearing that oath to the Sovereign, not to the mortal human. When Elizabeth II dies and Canada gets a new King, that King will become “the physical representation” of that same, continuous legal personalty of the Sovereign. That way all of the oaths, commissions, contracts, etc. made while Elizabeth II was Queen will still be equally in force under the new King.

But if that means the second sentence of Lagassé’s tweet (“The Queen of Canada’s birthday is 22 May”) refers to a “fictional legal personality” as opposed to the “natural person” who was born on April 21st, how can a perpetual fictional legal personality even have a birthday?

Easy. Canada just straight up passed a law that says when the monarch’s birthday is. Also — and this is hilarious — the law is a royal proclamation, so it is written as if Elizabeth herself is declaring when her birthday will be celebrated, while acknowledging that it is not actually her birthday:

WHEREAS Our birthday falling on the twenty-first day of April it is thought fit to appoint the first Monday immediately preceding the twenty-fifth day of May as the day upon which Our birthday is to be officially celebrated in Canada in 1957 and each year thereafter.

That means the birthday of the Queen of Canada falls on a slightly different date each year (the last Monday before May 25th), and that that has only been the case since 1957. Throughout the years prior to 1957 the Queen of Canada has had many different birthdays, going back to the first one in 1845.

If you are now thinking, “oh, the last Monday before May 25, that’s Victoria Day, celebrating Queen Victoria’s birthday,” you are half right. Because everything about this has to be so difficult, yes, Victoria Day is also the last Monday before May 25th, and yes, Victoria Day does celebrate a former Queen’s actual birthday, and yes, that is the reason why this date was chosen for the birthday of the Queen of Canada. And yet, just as the Queen of Canada is technically a different legal personality from Elizabeth II the natural person, the Queen of Canada’s birthday is technically a different holiday that just happens to fall on the same day as Victoria Day.

Fine. So why does the Queen of New Zealand have yet another birthday? Lagassé explains:

[Elizabeth II] personifies and represents a number of legally distinct and independent legal personalities, such as the Queen of the United Kingdom and Queen of Australia. When we say that Canada and the United Kingdom have the same Queen, then, what we really mean is that the same natural person, Elizabeth II, personifies and represents two entirely independent and distinct legally personalities.

And apparently each realm has gotten into the habit of declaring distinct birthdays for these distinct legal personalities. By my count the Queen is able to celebrate about 7 birthdays a year.

By the way, that 1957 proclamation also says that Canadian subjects of the Queen are “required to take notice” of this birthday “and to govern themselves accordingly.” I am just going to assume you have been doing so and that, technicalities aside, the appropriate way to take notice of the Queen’s birthday, at least in the part of Canada I’m from, is to purchase a two-four of beer and jump in a lake.

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere: Gander, Newfoundland on 9/11

In the afternoon of September 11, 2001, The Toronto Star published a rare “extra” edition of the paper with the huge headline “America Under Attack.” I’d been watching live television of the attacks all morning, but it hadn’t occurred to me, not knowing how to process what I was seeing, that that was specifically what was happening. America was under attack.

I thought about that headline, and other memories from that day, while watching Come From Away on Broadway last week. The unlikely musical, written by a Canadian couple, tells the story of the many Americans who were unable to land in the United States when U.S. airspace was suddenly closed, and instead ended up in the town of Gander, Newfoundland.

A Playbill insert explains that in order to create Come From Away, “writers Irene Sankoff and David Hein collected hundreds of hours of interviews with locals in Newfoundland, as well as the passengers who were stranded there during that fateful week.” The resulting dialog felt very true, and it was easy to believe that many lines had been lifted verbatim from real people.

I was deeply moved by Come From Away in ways I found surprising, though you should perhaps take that with a grain of Atlantic sea salt for a couple of reasons. One, since the show has no intermission, I ordered a double cocktail before settling into my seat and felt sobriety slip away throughout the performance. (The two thematic cocktails available at the theater [sic] bar were called The Islander and Kiss The Cod. I ordered The Islander, which, having apparently been created by a bartender unfamiliar with the subject matter, was a fruity tropical beverage. Wrong island!)

The other reason I got a bit emotional was more personal, even though I have no personal connection to the 9/11 attacks. More on that later.

Planes lined up in Gander, September 2001. In an era with many fewer amateur photographers, in a small town without major media, amazingly this is one of the only photos I could find of this scene. (Source)

It’s easy to forget how much the world has changed since 2001, as indicated, for example, by the existence of that extra print edition of The Star. Many people didn’t have cell phones, and the phones that existed didn’t have web access. News websites existed but were not as robust as they are today. As the attacks unfolded, people looked to television and newsprint for updates, and used pay phones and other landlines to get in touch with friends and family.

Unless you were on a plane, in which case chances are you had little to no idea what was going on or ability to contact the outside world. Some pilots chose to downplay or mislead their passengers about the events unfolding in the U.S., while other pilots were kept in the dark themselves, unclear on why they’d suddenly been diverted and told to land.

As soon as the FAA closed U.S. airspace, the Canadian government ordered Canadian airports to receive those flights that suddenly had nowhere else to land. During the emergency, “planes were entering Canadian airspace at a rate of one to two planes per minute.” In the confusion and panic of that morning, there were many false reports of additional hijackings and bombs, and no one knew if these flights were safe. As the mayor character in Come From Away grimly but accurately notes, as many planes as possible were to land in his town rather than at busier airports in more populous areas to ensure fewer people were being placed at risk.

Gander was only one of seventeen Canadian airports to accept diverted flights, but it stands out for the staggering ratio of passengers to population. Fewer than 10,000 people called Gander home when about 38 planes carrying around 6,500 people suddenly showed up. (The fact that I can’t confidently be more specific than “about 38 planes,” regarding a relatively recent event taking place within a highly regulated and heavily monitored environment, should give you reason to question any historical facts you think you know. I’ve seen reports of 37, 38, and 39 planes, possibly due to inconsistent accounting of civilian vs. military aircraft. Different government agencies and officials also disagree on the total number of diverted planes that landed throughout Canada that day as part of what was called “Operation Yellow Ribbon,” reporting a range of between 224 and 250 planes!)

The musical portrays many of the logistical problems that had to be dealt with: where to shelter all these people, how to transport them in the middle of a bus driver strike, what to feed them, how to clothe and care for them, not to mention what to do about animals in the cargo-holds. The audience also relives, through the characters of Gander, what it was like to first hear the news of the attacks, and then witnesses, through the passengers, what it might have felt like to have heard very little while trapped on planes for up to 28 hours, only to have a day’s worth of terror dumped on them all at once.

Those scenes gave me chills, but they’re still not the thing that, aside from The Islander, made me the most emotional.

Come From Away is one of the best, most nuanced, and likable artistic expressions of Canadian culture I’ve ever seen. Stereotypes like Tim Hortons, Shoppers Drug Mart, and Rogers Cable news, so often used to depict Canadianness cheaply and unthinkingly, are placed in a meaningful context that actually provides a sense of how people in Gander live. Later, a “Heave Away” sing-a-long (complete with an Ugly Stick!) is followed by a reenactment of a screech-in ceremony which must seem at once charming and insane to American audiences.

And yet, the play isn’t even about Canada, and that’s what surprised and hit me. Ultimately, the protagonists are the stranded Americans, “the plane people” as locals call them. The celebratory climax is when they get to leave Canada and finally return home. The Canadian writers understood the show is fundamentally about America under attack. By weaving an affectionate and funny love letter about the people of Newfoundland into a story about another country’s tragedy and pain, Come From Away is insightful about and respectful of both countries at once.

It’s a story about Americans, written by Canadians, for Americans. And I got to see it as a Canadian living in America, surrounded by a mostly American audience, which made me feel a whole bunch of things at once.

As people walked passed me out of the theater [sic], I overheard “that was amazing,” “that was incredible,” and “do Canadians know about this?!” One ten-year-old girl was saying to her father, “it was like it was a whole, and we were one half of the whole.” She might have been talking about the performers and the audience. She might have been talking about the Canadians and their American guests.

Importantly, Come From Away doesn’t ignore the sadness and ugliness of that day and the days that followed. A medley of monotheistic prayers, emphasizing unity and understanding, is immediately followed by an angry mob verbally attacking muslim passengers. The hospitality and compassion at the heart of the show is made more important and powerful because it’s mixed in with the reality of fear and anti-muslim sentiment.

On October 2nd, 2001, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette published a letter of gratitude from an American family recounting their involuntary stop in Newfoundland. It concluded: “This experience will stay with us during this time and continue to remind us that we have more friends than enemies in this world.”

Just one example of what it’s like to step on a mine

Here is a short story about what it’s like to step on a mine while you are invading the beaches of Normandy in a massive Allied push against the Nazis.

WO 11 Charles Cromwell Martin, awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) and the Military Medal (MM)

Just a few years earlier, even as the war had begun in Europe, Charlie Martin was a farmer in Dixie, now part of Mississauga, Ontario. But on June 6th, 1944, he was one of the first men to hit the shore as part of the largest seaborne invading force in history.

Martin was fresh off the boat and heading toward the town of Bernières-sur-Mer when he felt his foot step on something and heard a “click,” writes Mark Zuehlke in Juno Beach. He’d been trained to recognize what that click meant, as well as what would happen as soon as he lifted his foot. The German Schützenmine (“shoe mine,” pictured above) was designed to shoot “a canister loaded with 350 ball bearings” into the air in front of its victim.

Here’s how Zuehlke describes what happened in the next moment:

Martin was calm, for he had been trained to escape this kind of mine’s kill radius by simply dropping to the ground right beside it so that the ball bearings would spray out harmlessly overhead. But just as he made his move, a bullet struck his helmet, pierced right through the steel, and began spinning round and round inside the liner before exiting with such force that it tore the helmet clear off his head. Fortunately, the force of the bullet striking his head had also knocked him flat and the mine had exploded harmlessly overhead just as Martin had planned. Not bothering to retrieve his helmet, Martin fled the minefield and joined his small band.

Martin fought for almost another year before he was wounded badly enough in April 1945 that his war was over. (That’s yet another dramatic story. He was on a dyke in Holland when he ran “into a dug-in German with a machine gun. They both fired at the same time, Charlie killing the German while having his arm and leg broken, and as he fell, an anti-aircraft battery opened up and put shrapnel in his back.”)

He returned to Mississauga, had a family, a career working for the Ontario Department of Agriculture, and lived until 1997.

Canadian Club in New York

This weekend in New York I ran into a small piece of Canadian beverage history at Astor Wines & Spirits.

The writeup below the bottle says:

Without a doubt one of the most important whiskies of the 20th Century, Canadian Club was the go to dram for generations of whisky drinkers. This extremely rare expression was bottled by the great Hiram Walker company in its hayday and vintage dated to 1973. Only 1 bottle available.

Hiram Walker himself was American living in Detroit when he started to buy up land across the river in Windsor, Ontario, some of which became the site of the Canadian Club distillery. I remember watching Canadian Club TV commercials growing up about how it’s available in “150 Countries” and thinking that was just marketing, but it’s really true. It’s a well-known, well-liked whiskey world-wide.

Somewhat relatedly, if this talk of Canadian alcohol has you thinking of the Bloody Caesar cocktail, widely believed to have been invented in a Calgary hotel in 1969, I have a duty to mention that in 2010 my friend Adam McDowell reported that a very similar cocktail recipe was being made in Paris in 1936, and there are other references to similar drinks being imbibed in New York in 1909 and 1886.

That’s “sort of irrelevant,” counters cocktail historian Christine Sismondo, “because it didn’t take off in the United States. They may have come up with a clam juice-tomato cocktail before us; but they didn’t embrace it.”

By the way, if that 1973 Canadian Club tempts you, I didn’t buy it, so it’s still waiting for you on Lafayette St in Manhattan.

Nothing but the clothes on their backs

For more than 100 years, until 1996, Canada operated a system of Indian residential schools. The Truth and Reconciliation Commission found that children were separated from their families and placed in these schools “not to educate them, but primarily to break their link to their culture and identity.” To that end, when a child arrived at a residential school one of the first things the staff did was take away their clothes.

Martin Nicholas remembers arriving at a residential school in Manitoba in the 1950s. “My mom had prepared me in Native clothing. She had made me a buckskin jacket, beaded with fringes.… And my mom did beautiful work, and I was really proud of my clothes. And when I got to residential school, that first day I remember, they stripped us of our clothes.”

Lorna Morgan remembers wearing “these nice little beaded moccasins that my grandma had made me to wear for school, and I was very proud of them.” She says the staff took them and threw them in the garbage before issuing her new clothes, ones more consistent with the Christian Canadian culture she was meant to assimilate.

Taking away children’s clothes was intended to distance them from their cultures and families, and was only one of the factors that inspired many children to attempt to run away, back to their families, despite the risks. “At least thirty-three students died, usually due to exposure, after running away from school.”

The authorities pursued them doggedly, in at least one case going door-to-door, searching every house in town, looking for two children. Police and other agents of the state were able to do this even though “running away was not in itself a crime.” How?

“Most students were wearing school-issued clothing when they ran away, and, in some cases, principals tried, and even succeeded, in having them prosecuted for stealing the clothing they were wearing.”

In other words, the school took away their clothes, then used that theft to accuse the children themselves of stealing. In this way at least some children stayed trapped in the system, and were taken away from their families yet again.

From pages 2, 40, and 119 of the Summary of the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada. Photo: Thomas Moore, before and after being admitted to the Regina Indian Industrial School, Saskatchewan, in 1874. Library and Archives Canada, NL-022474

9 things I learned from Chelsea Vowel’s “Indigenous Writes”

I’ve just finished reading Indigenous Writes by Chelsea Vowel. The book’s subtitle is “A Guide to First Nations, Métis & Inuit Issues in Canada,” and it’s an excellent introduction to Indigenous issues in a contemporary context.

I want to tell you about this book and recommend it to you, but I don’t know how to write an actual book review. Instead, here are some of the things I learned from Indigenous Writes, including some things that I thought I knew but I didn’t really know, ya know?

This list is and should be embarrassing, because I should have known this stuff. Maybe you feel a similar embarrassment about your knowledge of Indigenous issues. Good news, that’s why the book exists!

1. I’m a settler

Vowel uses this term as a shorthand for “the non-Indigenous peoples living in Canada* who form the European-descended sociopolitical majority.” She spends a whole chapter discussing the word’s strengths, weaknesses, and alternatives, which I won’t summarize here, except to say that it was useful for me to hear how this is a descriptive term without pejorative intent (even though of course settler colonialism has caused a lot of harm, read on). Before reading this book I would have been less likely to think of “settler” as a key part of my identity, but I’ve now been convinced to start using it as a label for myself.

2. “Indian Status” is “deliberately convoluted and confusing”

It is possible for non-Indigenous people to have “Indian status,” a legal category defined and used by the government, while many actual Indigenous people are ineligible. That is bonkers. One of the reasons is that “for 116 years… Indian women who married non-Indians [lost] their status, while men who married non-Indian women not only kept their status but also passed status on to their non-Indian wives.” In other words, “Indigenous women and their children were specifically targeted for loss of status while non-Native women could become registered Indians!” And that’s just the beginning of the complex web of confusion.

3. Residential schools were horrific

I thought I knew this, but I don’t think I’ll really ever fully internalize it. Vowel starts by citing numbers (“I deal best with numbers… but even broken down into numbers, this hurts”):

150 years of operation
150,000 children who attended
6,000 children (at least) who died while in the system

The explicit objective of the system was cultural genocide. (Note that it’s a mistake to think “the word ‘culture’ somehow signals something was less than real genocide. Instead, scholars are arguing that destroying a group’s culture amounts to genocide plain and simple.”) Vowel encourages people to read the Truth and Reconciliation Report about residential schools, which I’m now finally doing.

4. Children are still being taken away

Even after the last residential school was closed down, though, the government continued to remove Indigenous children from their families at alarming rates. “Some estimate [that] close to 20,000” children were taken between 1960 and 1990, and that “70 to 90 percent of Indigenous children were placed in non-Indigenous homes.” Today there is an “ongoing removal of Indigenous children from their families in numbers that exceed those taken by the residential-school system and the Sixties Scoop combined.” Since this is ostensibly a history blog, I feel compelled to repeat that this is something happening in the present.

5. Nunavut is one of four “Inuit homeland” regions

Map Of Inuit Nunangat (via ITK)

You have heard of Nunavut because it is one of Canada’s territories. You might not know (I didn’t) that it’s one of four regions within “Inuit Nunangat, often translated as ‘the Inuit homeland.'” The other three are Inuvialuit, Nunavik (which is a huge chunk of Quebec), and Nunatsiavut. “Inuit are the majority population” in all of these regions, and “three quarters of Inuit people live in Inuit Nunangat.” I’ll never look at a map of Canada the same way again.

6. Starting in 1941, Inuit were required to wear ID tags

After learning about this from Indigenous Writes I kept reading additional sources and wrote about the “Eskimo Identification” tags at some length here.

7. Around 200 communities are under water advisories

Again, not history, but the result of history: Canada, one of the wealthiest nations in the world, had “138 drinking water advisories in 94 First Nations communities” as of September 2015. That doesn’t even include British Columbia, which is tracked separately, and where 116 First Nations were under drinking water advisories in 2012. These advisories often last for a long time, and at least one has been in place for 10 years.

8. Injustice did not stop at some arbitrary point in the past

Vowel makes this point explicitly and implicitly throughout the book, including through some examples I’ve shared above. She also emphasizes that when you read the report of the Royal Commission on Aboriginal Peoples, you should “understand…very clearly: current government policy continues to be wrong. RCAP was quite adamant about this when they released their final report in 1996, and not enough has changed in the 20 years since then.” I was guilty of lazily thinking of injustice towards Indigenous peoples as something that mostly happened in the past. I now think of it very much in the present tense.

9. Vowel reads a lot

The book is heavy on carefully-selected and contextualized endnotes. Vowel “worked as hard on the endnotes as I did on some of the chapters” for a number of reasons, including because “I want you to have a curated list” of further reading. Reading about history always raises more questions than it answers and I wish all books were this helpful and thorough in providing a way to chase after those new questions.

I’ve barely scratched the surface of what’s in this book, and I’ve also focused more on summarizing straightforward facts, which may give you the wrong impression, because Vowel also delves into complex issues and persuasively dismantles some dominant Canadian “myths.” She does so in a conversational tone, and even manages humour, too. Again, I recommend Indigenous Writes for anyone wanting to learn more about Indigenous issues in Canada today.

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*Ok technically I do not currently live in Canada, having moved to New York about three years ago, but I’m still from Canada, and New York is part of the same colonial history, so.

Coda on Inuit music

I’ve fallen one post behind on my commitment to blog weekly, due to travel and the last two posts being so dang long, so here are some outtakes from Canada’s mandatory “Eskimo Identification” tags to catch me up.

I mentioned a song by Lucie Idlout (pictured above) about Eskimo Identification tags. The song is called E5-770, My Mother’s Name. Here, you can listen while you read.

I learned about this song (and many other details and perspectives) from a paper called Reflections of a disk-less Inuk on Canada’s Eskimo identification system by Norma Dunning. Something I thought was very interesting (especially in the context of some Inuit laughing at the ID program) but didn’t fit into the post was Dunning’s interpretation of Idlout’s song.

Dunning argues that E5-770, My Mother’s Name is in the “traditional Inuit form of… an iviutit,” a type of song “used to embarrass people, to make fun of them, to make fun of their weaknesses.” These songs were used as a way of “evening the score” in place of physical violence. If you want to learn more about iviutit then apparently you should have read the book that my wife had on our shelf for years but then gave away before I ever got around to it.

Susan Aglukark also has a song about the disk system, called E186, which has a trance-like quality that got stuck in my head for most of the writing of the post.

Dunning compares this one to a traditional Inuit pisiq song, which she defines, quoting David Owingayak, as a song that “tells of things that happened in the past… sung with a drum.”

So concludes the 11th post of the 11th week. 41 to go.