It is a difficult number to comprehend. For many of us who grew up in small prairie towns, we went to schools that didn’t even have 215 kids, total. So, the discovery of the remains of 215 children at a British Columbia residential school site is a difficult thing to process.
It should be hard to process. The magnitude of it should disturb us. But, importantly, we need to remember that it is not new. We know that other residential school sites have been excavated, and that remains have been found. Top 40 alumna Kisha Supernant told us back in 2019 what it was like to excavate a residential-school site, the emotional toll that it takes. National Indigenous History Month begins in June, and it begins with a period of mourning, of Canadians wondering really how far we’ve come.
Memorials have been hastily made across Canada, including our Legislature grounds. That’s where these pictures were taken. There’s nothing we’d like to see more than these tributes to be made permanent, for the shoes to be secured to these institutional plazas, to sit next to statues of monarchs, busts of politicians and war memorials.
But we need more than memorials. These deaths were not the result of an accident, or the actions of one person. This was institutionalized violence, casual brutality that was carried out and covered up. It needed a conspiracy to make it work; it needed a public that was willing not to see what was happening within their nation. The bodies were buried, and the story was meant to stop there.
So, as we enter a month where the recognition of Canada’s Indigenous history moved to the forefront, it’s time to do more than make acknowledgments and post orange circles on our social-media profiles. It’s not enough to say we need to accept Indigenous history as our shared history. We need to embrace this history, we need our kids to understand that the orange shirt isn’t something that’s worn on a school day to symbolize some sugar-coated version of reconciliation. We need to understand that our history is bloody and ugly.