One Step in a Positive Direction brings a tear of relief.
He stepped up to me. He is from Uganda. He advises me his English is not very good, but he understands me. He knows I am an original Canadian. He has read my history. It is sad, he advises we must produce as original Canadians. It is always about land. Why do you have nothing? why do you have no jobs? why do you not have your children? We should be the Presidents and Prime Ministers. I can hardly believe what I am hearing. It is true in many ways. The women in my community can not be hired by our own political body we are told we are "to educated." We fight over reservation lands if we fight at all. A right to a home in many ways no longer exists. This is in Canada were Indigenous children are taken from their Indigenous mothers or parents to this day. This man from Uganda is so young. A tear is arising I have never heard this before from anyone. His strength in being while he shares his story,struggles and journey. Amongst this all he has compassion for my people. I tell him it is not our land. We must take care of all children.
He smiles. He say's, "your people are humble. Your people have discipline." He tells a few Cuban guests my people were the original Canadians and the colonizers should have a little piece of land. It really isn't fair what has happened to her people. My struggle suddenly seems real. My history is so sad, he say's it again. He tells me he understands. He says at least be acknowledged. There is something in acknowledgement.
It is time to share our story. It is not hidden any more. The world is ready to listen. Our hearts healed from centuries broken. An unconditioned understanding evolving to a respect not demanded.