And many, many more that we know were murdered, and we will not discover. But we know that their bodies are out there, under the foundations of catholic institutions, residential schools they called them.
Assassinated children.
I heard about it yesterday, following one of those twitter threads that you are not so sure what they are about. I was wondering if this would be about Boko Haram, or some other deranged murderous ideology. Factually it was about a deranged ideology indeed. The murderous combination of western values, racism and catholicism, few decades ago.
I suppose that by now all my readers know what am I talking about, but let’s say it. In Canada there was a network of schools that took aboriginal kids in, after separate them from their families. The idea seems to have been to save them, from something. Their ethnicity, I guess. Similar schemes existed in Australia. And I am wondering, actually. If we begin to dig, would we not find parallels in south and central america too? Or are my readers going to say again that we in the south are not racists?
But never mind that. We’ll cross that bridge some other day. For today let’s stick to the facts that my fingers seems to refuse to type down. Recently, using ground penetrating radar, the corpses of 215 kids buried under one of those schools were discovered. Just like that. Like what we use to call a mass grave, we in the south, we that have some experience with mass murderers and genocide.
More than once I have wondered about how will it be to stare at the gates of hell, at unabashed evil. Like those Northamerican soldiers that expend a year or two fighting across Europe and one morning had to open the gate of Auswitchs. And then I think in those bones, in those delicate bones, crumbling down there, under their tormentors. I would like to embrace those who understood what those images of radar were telling them, the person that suddenly said “wait, those are children bones!” I wonder about the persons that run those schools, those humans that worked there for years and years. I had seen my good share of bad guys into the eyes, and mostly I have seen fear. Fear of me, fear of their companions, fear of themselves. Fear makes us do horrible things indeed. I can not say that I have seen evil, not so far.
But those persons that let all these kids die, what were they afraid of?