Suspicious death of a young woman, on August 2

I am quite bothered and saddened for the family of a young native woman who was found dead, in a car, with obvious and serious bruises on her face and body. There was an article written in the Sudbury Star on August 11th. I`m bothered by the account of the parent, who when visiting and speaking with the lead detective about her daughter, finds herself being cut off verbally and told to go home and grieve. I don`t know about you, but all I hear is: Go. Home. I don`t accept this. I do not know this family and I am not native. I do, however, know about the history between non natives and Natives quite well. And it does anger me when I see possible injustices aimed at Native people, and I do speak up. I am an educated Ontario accredited Teacher. And I have to wonder, somewhere in there where racism exists and people judge the “native drunken bums” in the downtown, and the “native teenage and adult prostitutes”, and the “alcoholic families” and the Family Tree descendants affected to this day by the Residential Schools, so many who can`t seem to get their feet under them, and the impact on today`s YOUTH. So I wonder, when the justice system makes the Natives feel like the deaths of their loved ones don`t matter, in the form of “Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women”, of such cases all over Canada being swept under a rug, I wonder how it is, a people could feel valued, motivated to turn a new leaf, how it must be to be a sibling of a murdered sister, or a shot brother with no criminal punishment in view, the same I suppose for a murdered one, when the society in which WE ALL LIVE would continue to have them believe (which they do not) that they are non consequential. I have news for you, for 2018. They DO matter. I do not need to know, what walk of life someone is from or on. I do not need to know their family history to feel angered if anyone is treated as less. I do not need to know the people personally to know that if a parent walks into a police station, after the death of a child, to ask questions, to give information, to want information, I do not need to imagine very hard the GRIEF a such parent would feel. What it takes to put your pants on and get your ass out there, to speak with a detective, all the while grieving the death of your child. It does not need to be MY CHILD for me to have empathy. Compassion. I do not need to imagine very hard, how a parent would feel to see their deceased child with their own eyes, with possibly strangulation marks around the neck, a bloody nose, a swollen lip, and a baseball sized bruise on the face. Yes, IT IS EXPECTED that all leads would and should be followed to find the individual who possibly caused this death. Yes, it is expected that anyone providing information (especially a family member!) would be treated with the utmost respect and professionalism. These things are felt, seen and heard. If this were not a Native… you can finish this sentence for yourself. I would say, a news article would be appearing every few days, because it WOULD BE UNDERSTOOD, that there is not merely an initial “investigation” but in fact, an active one. Hard to believe when a parent is told to go home, and when asking for the investigator, is told he will be away for a few days and then IN HE WALKS, as the parent is standing there to feel stupid. What does this tell YOU? It tells me I am glad there will be a national Indigenous holiday to commemorate Residential School survivors. It tells me I am glad that as a society we`ve decided to stop lying in schools about how “the Europeans discovered America! They taught those savages how to live.” It tells me I am very respectful for a people that I am rooting for, who have gone through a hell of a hard ride and still to this day, to try to make sense of their own history and what happened to them… and the trickle down effect of all that pain, passed down from generation to generation. I know what it is to SURVIVE. Maybe, that`s where my heart comes from. Now hate, that comes from a totally different place. And racism might I add, is rooted in it. 😉 I will do my part to promote peace and respect. For all. And that`s where it begins, doesn`t it? It begins with you, it begins with me, it begins with anyone in a position of authority and it begins with wanting justice for all injustices done. For anyone. I`m an anyone and guess what. So are you.



2 Responses

  1. Tammy says:

    This so saddens meand sickens me as well. When I took Law and Justice in 2003 one of the courses I had to take was Native Diversity. It was my most favourite and enlightening course which taught me so many things that I was not aware of. I had never heard of a residential school before and it shocked me to no end that this took place and how their land became our land and so on and on. It was a real eye opener and every potential security guard, correctional officer and police officer must take this course!!! It is not meant to make us feel sorry and give preferential treatment to natives, it is to help us better understand where they are coming from and the long line of abuse and addiction that follow is inherited and I am not saying give them a pass by any means but be just as respectful to them as you would a white man! Thank you for such a heartfelt article and it is sad for our world that more do not feel this way. So sorry for the family’s loss on the passing of their daughter

  2. robert gignac says:

    Thank You for this post. Very heartfelt, and unbiased. Yes, it is hard hard to believe, there is still Neanderthal thinking and actions out there-and in the year 2018. Would I expect the police to act indifferently? Sadly I do not They create more of the problem than help. I feel bad, and sad for the mother and the family, of the victim. If the victim were white…news media and police investigation would be out in full force-you’d think that aliens just landed on Earth. lol My sympathy for the victims family.

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