Non-indigenous residential school survivor speaks about his childhood at St. Anne's

I escaped because my skin was fine? I do not know, I know that not all my young friends were whipped or beaten, or whatever not everyone, my mother had the option of educating us at home, but she decided against that and there was no other option and I called them the public relations girlfriends, but when between the mother and dad they went to see the possibility that I went to St. Anne to Anne told them that the public relations nuns we have the superior cream of the cream Education, so imagine in the morning that I get up at home, since it is what I am used to being afraid or canoe and now they have hit me and have gotten into St.

Anne's kicking and shouting basically, I discovered that it was not my skin that made me feel special, I felt that I was a little prince of the Hudson's Bay Bay company that I learned and learned about racism and suddenly I am in a bedroom and I realize that I do not believe that the Hudson Bay company can protect me here, I do not know what to do, I like that two children They had brought them and had died and brought them and had died and that they had died and that they had died and that they had died.

Gathered in the front courtyard just like a war of prisoners and there were boys crying and my sisters have the girls, especially that they were alone, there are tears where they flowed and the nuns say that they shut up silently, since this happened, I felt that I felt that I felt I had that I had to bother anything personal like the mind like the blockage because it does not apply here and that you survive here, I do not know here, I do not know, I do not If she decided to leave because she wanted to go well or if she wanted to protect her younger brother, I am not sure, but I remember that there were snacks and people looked at me and some comments, but it was that you know that she is reaching the point where people are falling asleep and I was going to the bathrooms and then I shouldn't be the door and I went to the door and went to the door and went to the door and went to the door and went to the door and went to the door and went to the door and door.

The sister is there, this is half of the night and we are not sure whether we are religious or not, but we will surely begin to pray, to tell you that silent praise of the prayers while we rushed as quickly as possible by the path in the light of the moon and every branch that I looked through the doubt, I thought it could be a dog that was heading towards me. Milla went up the road and walked home and that was the first time we were awake all night and I thought this is great, we are a home, our parents will understand that this is serious and that we had to escape so that we were there so that we were at the door that my mother is, you know, you know that my father is like a bit disturbed as if I really remember that I feel a breakfast and then we are going to Snow that looks good.

And upon entering our patio and I knew they had found us and my parents talked to them and the usual conversation, I am sure how they could do this and we regret that they bother you and who they know what they were saying, but there was a lot That we are going to be once we are going to be once we are going to be once we are going to be once we are back, what we are going to be that we are going to be that we are going to be that we are going to be that we are going to be back.

I thought there is no hope, so I can not be able to escape and that was when I began to hit my head on the wall to finish everything, so, therefore, there is one that I tried to kill myself so that one was to hit my head and this is on the cement wall, the brakes or whatever I can find my nose to stop my concoction and outside and take this into account in the winter time, so the cold is fine and I get the cold. I would sit at my head and sit at my head and sit at the head of my nose.

The nuns would have to leave and try to put on my jacket. I don't think I did it as if you knew hundreds of times. I think I probably did perhaps five or ten times some people would say that you are acting crazy, but I would say that madness is a natural reaction to a crazy situation. When I try to talk about this and I think it is an important message, I think I have a perspective that is unique in the unique history in Canadian history.