If You Have Nothing To Hide

Yes that is the headline that caught my attention.
And before I even read the article my first thought was why?
Why are you refusing to release documents that are to prove that the Catholic Church has paid reparations?
Why are you refusing to release the documents over the trial you presided on which ultimately lead to the Catholic Church being released from their responsibility?
Add this to the fact that despite there being more bodies found there is nothing of this in the news.
No headlines.
No stories.
What?
After the first outrage now Canadians are going back to silence?
We cannot.
I am of the opinion that if asked a question and you either avoid answering or find some way to deflect you are hiding something.
You know all those memes about overthinkers?
The ones where it says do not lie because overthinkers will gnaw away, they will listen and they will hear.
We always find out.
Lies are hard to maintain.
Ask anyone trying to keep up a fabrication.
There will be little slips here and there.
Little inconsistencies.
Which all add up and truth will out.
overthink
That is my feeling here.
When you read the article there is a lot of legalese of why the documents are not being released.
And they are right.
They have the legal right.
Morally?
I guess it depends on who you ask.
I figure the Catholic Church is all for his tight grip on those papers.
For a little longer they can maintain the facade of care and love they profess to be the underpinnings of the faith.
One day though this judge and the church are going to have to face the truth.
Public opinion is going to get a lot uglier.
And the fallout is one that is going to be felt in all areas of Canadian government and Church that have so actively fought to keep key documents and records from the people who deserve to have custody of them.
The Indigenous of Canada.
They are the true guardians.
The true keepers of the keys.
©August 4/21
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My Voice for Theirs

I told you earlier this week that I had a post that I was mulling over.
I had read an article that made me so angry that I could have spit nails.
Which is why I needed to take a few days for my rage to get to a point where vitriol was not the only thing that was spread across my page.
A recent headline this week (and y’all know I love my headlines taking me deeper down that rabbit hole) about a comment made by the head of the Canadian Catholic Bishops in which he stated that the church is being persecuted amid the discoveries of unmarked graves in provinces at residential schools is what enraged me.
That the media is playing it up and it really is not as bad as all that.
That there has been finger pointing and it is a big thing right now.
No it has been a big thing for the Indigenous people it is that now the world is paying attention.
What has become a big thing is that y’all are being called to account.
Fingers are being pointed for the atrocities that were committed because the church and government knew better.
Sorry the church and government filled with white men who were so damn afraid of change and differences that they had to attempt to subjugate or assimilate and if that did not work than eradication was the way to go and they are the ones that knew best.
And one must beg the question how did they know that they and they alone knew what was the best thing to do?
Because the Bible said so.
There are passages upon passages that can be used to affirm this belief.
I am fairly confident that if I were to sit down and read the bible that I would be able to find a rule against just about anything.
And if I am not I will find a section that is close enough and interpret so that it in fact does state what I want it to state.
This has been happening for so long it has become ingrained to believe that those words are heavenly when if fact they are the words written by men for men on how to keep others under their thumb.
As a result of the graves and bodies being found vandalism is on the rise at catholic churches.
Arson.
An expression of rage and pain.
I understand but it is not helping.
And I ask those who have participated:
Did you feel better in the end as the last flame licked out?
I will never know the pain that is felt so strongly that it is generational.
I will never know the pain of being ripped from my family.
I will never know the fear of being abused because I am different.
I will never know what they had to live with.
But I will open my ears.
I will open my eyes.
I will open my mouth.
I will stand and not be silent until every child is found and brought to rest.
My voice is small.
My voice is loud.
My voice is my words and my emotions.
My voice to be given for those who were silenced and taken.
My voice will be theirs.
©July 4/21
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