Willful Ignorance

I can no longer remain willfully ignorant.
No longer can I close my eyes and see myself through rose colored glasses.
This week my country was again devastated; this time by the act of premeditated murder of a Muslim family.
A 9 year old boy is the sole survivor.
A 21 year old white male has been arrested and charged with 4 counts of first degree murder and one charge of attempted murder.
And all because they were not the same color?
Because they did not worship a white god?
Add in the fact that while getting items out the car one of my neighbors walked by followed shortly thereafter by a man wearing sunglasses carrying a knapsack.
I took note of him.
He was Indigenous.
I came into the apartment and put my groceries away internally interrogating myself.
Had I noticed him because he was new to the neighborhood and appeared to be following said neighbor or had I noticed because he was Indigenous?
Am I being overly sensitive with myself now?
I do not think so.
I have preconceived notions that were ingrained in me through childhood.
Through articles read.
Fear inducing.
And now I am working to overcome this.
I need to overcome this.
When I woke this morning one of the headlines I encountered had to do with the family I speak of in the beginning.
A video shared on Tik Tok and appearing to be taken from within a home near where the family was killed showing three individuals walking down the road and someone jokingly saying where is so and so when you need him. (I refuse to name an individual so evil and disgusting)
Followed by laughter.
I cannot even.
Children murdered and lives of families destroyed to ‘get the Indian out of them.’
A family murdered and the life of a 9 year old boy forever changed because someone was so afraid of their differences?
Nothing I write will make a difference.
Nothing I can say will make anything right.
But I cannot denounce the evil and abuses that are a part and parcel of the lives of others who are not the same color as me or worship a different god (I worship no god I suppose that makes me a target too) or live a different lifestyle if I am not willing to confront my own prejudices.
©June 12/21
Picture is my own

Dour to Delight

Our headlines these days are filled with accounts of Residential Schools.
Their architects.
The heinous crimes perpetrated on children.
Children!
And to make matter worse is the lack of co-operation in getting records released.
😡😡😡😡
The Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate ran about 47 per cent of Canada’s residential schools, including the one in Kamloops. The Oblates have refused to release their records to help identify the remains found and did not return a request for comment on the matter.
The Canadian Press
Nick Wells
I was raised a roman catholic.
I fell away from the faith rather early around the time I was 14.
You know the time I ran away from home and all that fun stuff.
And as I grew older the more I learned the further away I went.
I can certainly discuss enough of the bible to make people uncomfortable who attempt to lecture/berate me according to their gospel.
When faced with irrefutable evidence the lack of accountability by the church is appalling.
And by church I am talking about the head of the Catholic Faith.
God’s Earthly Representative.
The Pope.
As the Father of The Roman Catholic Faith he is accountable for past and present sins.
And that he will not acknowledge/condone these vicious acts of eradication nor apologize
makes my stomach turn.
I am going to leave off with lightheartedness.
My boys are being little goofballs.
Thomas has this huge cuddle on for me as you can see in the picture above.
Enjoy my furbabies and have an awesome Friday all.
I will.
Was suppose to be off today and work tomorrow however the woman doing curb today is in quarantine.
Sucks for her 😞 bonus for me.😁
©June 4/21
Picture/Videos are my own