#FamiliesBelongTogether
OVER THE LAST YEAR, my husband and I have felt a great desire to become more intentionally educated about First Nations people; specifically, about developing new depths of understanding about their suffering through persecution and their tireless quest for healing. In the process, we have been both surprised and disappointed to realize our own limited depth of compassion. But while it hurts to acknowledge that, we recognize that when we know better, we do better.
So we’re starting to know better.
It wasn’t that we were indifferent or ignorant about atrocities like the ’60s Scoop and Residential Schools or how the actions of our ancestors affected the futures of theirs; it was that we had learned those events as factual history but hadn’t allowed the impact to fully permeate our hearts. We had learned the head knowledge from the text books, but not the heart knowledge from the people.
As I’ve explored my own personal responsibility in furthering the process of reconciliation, I’ve discovered how important it is that I sit and ask myself the hard questions that can move me from sympathy to empathy and then, ultimately, to advocacy. What if it was my family being ripped apart? What if it were my own kids being torn from my arms? How would that trauma affect my family generationally? Would I speak up if I saw this happening today? Would I pay attention?


