D.W. Rodgers Poet Free verse

Two Hundred and Fifteen

Not really a big number. less than half the number
of pennnies needed to buy a Big Mac without fries.

But uncovering the remains of 215 children at 
the Kamloops Indian Residential School, run by
the Catholic Oblates of Mary Immaculate Order
staggered my mind. Then I realized this was one of 
hundreds of schools, and when you do the math, 
thousands of children have died under our “care.”

Forget the fries, much more than an apology is needed




https://www.theglobeandmail.com/canada/british-columbia/article-western-canada-the-importance-of-a-residential-schools-paper-trail/?cmpid=rss&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

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Jan Allison June 7, 2021 at 4:12 PM its such a cover up DW as you say thousands have died in their 'care':-( hugs Jan xx D.W. Rodgers June 8, 2021 at 9:45 AM Thanks Jan, it baffles me how the "authorities" cannot at least release records to the First Nations but that might lead to ligatin which is probably going to come anyway,