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When they cut out a maple leaf and laid the square over red
territory, they told us it wouldn’t be so bad. But then they raised
our white-covered stolen lands to be flown as the Canadian flag.
Yes, sometimes people did not get along, but there was a
consensus of how things were and would always be. There was a
balance between Mother Earth and her children. The animals
gave what they could, and we honoured them for their sacrifice.
We never picked the first plant, nor the second. We only picked
the third plant so that we knew we would not be picking the last
ones. We lived like this for more generations than you can count
on all the fingers of your family.
At first this creature was small and hidden. We didn’t even know
it existed. It came tucked away in the minds of newcomers,
finding shelter in the intentions of those who brought it.
At first, it did not have much power. It did not have a voice, only
an inkling of a presence, and we were strong. We kept it at bay.
But the creature wasn’t the only thing the newcomers brought.
On their clothes, in their sweat, laced into their warm exhales
was something deadly.
For the first time, the creature could speak. It whispered into the
ears of the newcomers, influenced their actions. With each task
completed, the creature grew more powerful. It consumed our
despair until it took shape.
With a form, its hunger could not be sated. Its endless greed
consumed all the trees, hunted the animal, and fished the rivers
until they knew only scarcity. It cracked open the body of Mother
Earth and bled her black veins, choked out Father Sky with
smoke. It always picked the first plant.
The original people were helpless against its will. This creature
cared not for our hearts and spirits because it knew we could
stand against it, so it tried to control us. It confined us to the
tiniest portions of our land.
Canada’s skin was made up of laws. It had sharp claws that raked
schisms into our communities so we would fight ourselves. We
began to do Canada’s work for it. We shamed our people. We
kept ourselves under control out of fear for what Canada might
do to us.
We had heroes that took on Canada but were often punished
harshly. Some of us tried to run away only to discover that
Canada was vast and cold. Sadly, we had those that gave up the
fight, and Canada tricked many of our people into believing that it
was right.
But then one day, unexpected to Canada, the people who brought
it to this land started to see it for what it was. You see, Canada
was only as strong as the people allowed it. Its power was drawn
from the hearts and minds of those who believed in it. And it
became what it was because it only ever fed on hate and fear and
prejudice.
The story is not over. Do you want to help us write the next
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