STRANGERS IN A STRANGE LAND CANADA: A COLONIAL-SETTLER STATE – (Revised)

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In the summer of 1984, I spent forty days in the Holy Land. Israel had just invaded southern Lebanon two years earlier, and would remain there for seventeen years. I got to see directly what Palestinians endure every day while living in an occupied country. Shortly afterward, I read the work of a French-Jewish author, Maxime Rodinson, Israel, a Colonial-Setter State? (English translation, 1973). It opened my mind to understand more fully not only what I had experienced during my brief stay in Israel, but also to appreciate the reality of my own country, Canada, as a colonial-settler state. While there is no heavy and oppressive military presence in Canada, as there is in Israel, we should not forget that the Northwest Mounted Police (now known as the Royal Canadian Mounted Police) were a paramilitary force established to control the Indigenous peoples, as they still do today.

I went to the Holy Land as a solitary pilgrim, first and foremost to see the places where Jesus had lived and died, but secondarily to complete a part of my Jesuit formation which I felt was seriously lacking. Our Jesuit Constitutions call for a month-long pilgrimage after a candidate has made the thirty-day Spiritual Exercises, and I had not had a true pilgrimage experience.

During the great depression of the 1930’s, when many people were literally out on the roads looking for work and begging for bread, our Jesuit Province (of Upper Canada, as it was then known) decided not to send novices out on pilgrimage, but instead to have them spend a month at the Shrine of the North American Jesuit Martyrs in Midland, Ontario. This was still the practice when I was a novice from 1958-60. It was no substitute for a pilgrimage, but it did help me to get in touch with a neglected and distorted part of Canada’s history: our relations with the Frist Nations or Indigenous Peoples of our country. For them Jean de Brébeuf and the other Jesuits who lived at Sainte Marie in Midland had come from France to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For them they wrote hymns in the Huron language and compiled dictionaries and trained converts as catechists.

When the pilgrimage experience was restored in the 1970’s, I heard many inspiring stories of what younger Jesuits had lived during their experience. Later, with a year’s sabbatical from teaching at Saint Paul’s High School in Winnipeg, I got permission to make a pilgrimage of my own, and so I went to Israel, not to study the geography of the holy sites or to explore the ancient ruins of churches, but to pray, to make the Spiritual Exercises a third time, and to know a little of what it is to be a stranger in a strange land (Exodus 2:22, the Authorized or King James Version).

On returning from the Holy Land, it was during Pope John-Paul’s visit to Winnipeg that I met an Oblate missionary, Father Pietro Bignami. He invited me to join him at Cross Lake, north of Thompson, Manitoba, and so I did, from September to mid-December. During this time our Jesuit province was sending some of us to Jamaica for what was called a “Third-World Experience.” I felt that we had a Third World right here among the Indigenous People of Canada. I wanted to experience that world if I possibly could. And so once again I was a stranger, not in a foreign land but in my own land. Here I could live with people who, like Palestinian refugees, had been displaced from their ancient homes, and who, like the Palestinians, felt not that the land belonged to them but that they belonged to the land.

While at Cross lake I went with Fr. Bignami on his rounds to various mission stations and I took over the parish while he was away for two weeks. There were several funerals, and the wakes drew relatives from across the area, as well as Indigenous clergy from the Anglican, Lutheran, Pentecostal, and Presbyterian denominations, some of whom might suddenly quote a passage from the Bible and preach a sermon, as the Spirit moved them. During every wake many familiar hymns would be sung in Cree, food was passed around, and people spontaneously rose and shared their memories of the deceased. The funeral Mass was celebrated with much incense, and the grave was blessed with lots of holy water and many prayers to ensure not only that the body was laid to rest, but also that no ghost or spirit would return to disturb those left behind. This was always a fear in the community, and I heard many stories of people being visited by the dead.

During the day we dropped in at the old folks’ home, or went to see those who were alone and lonely, or talked with some of the catechists who were teaching children the faith. In every house the television set seemed never to be turned off. There was a new TV post that brought in programming from Thompson including movies that many had a hard time distinguishing from reality. In the evenings some of the younger teens would come over to the rectory to play guitar and sing. They loved to use the bathroom and flush the toilet: they had never seen one before and found it fascinating. None of the houses had running water. Instead each had a large open tank that was filled once a week by a tanker-truck. Everyone in the family would scoop water out of the tank and drink from the same ladle.

As for the girls, it seemed to be taken for granted that they would sooner or later get pregnant, and that the baby would be raised by the girl’s mother. There were often three or more generations living together in a small house, and this sometimes made for confusion:  one young boy had difficulty knowing whether to call a relative his uncle or his brother.

The Hudson’s Bay store was really a small supermarket. People shopped there for produce flown in from Winnipeg, and so everything was very expensive. The reserve was a dry one – no alcohol was permitted. During my stay at Cross Lake I read a brief history of the Hudson’s Bay Company which told of how alcohol had been used in the fur trade. The Muskegos, or Swampy Cree, as they were called, would spend the long, cold winters living in shelters or shacks while working their trap lines. In the spring they would travel by canoe with their furs and beaver pelts downriver to James Bay. The Hudson Bay factor would greet each with a tumbler of brandy, which was drunk straight down, and then with a second, half cut with water. Dazed by alcohol, they were son addicted. Their furs were exchanged for money which, over the course of the summer, was spent on brandy, while they feasted and drank, sang and danced all night. Then, with their money gone, they made their way back upriver in the fall to begin the whole process all over again. It should not surprise us, therefore, if there is alcoholism among Indigenous people. Today the Hudson Bay Company is not much loved in the North because of the way it took advantage of trappers in exchange for their furs.

Cross Lake now has a school that includes elementary and secondary levels, and many of the teachers are themselves Indigenous and teach in Cree as well as English. When I was there, this school was just being built. Prior to it there was only an elementary school. Those who wanted more schooling had to go to Thompson, where they lived in apartment blocks without much supervision. Many soon returned to the reserve, and so most of the kids had little schooling and not much English.

That Indigenous people should learn to speak English seemed like a good idea, but the rest of Canada is only now beginning to face the reality of the residential schools that were set up in the nineteenth century by the federal government to assimilate Indigenous children, who were forcibly taken from their families. The various Christian churches saw this as an opportunity to inculcate these children with the faith, and so they willingly became partners in the government’s scheme. For a brief while the Jesuits had a high school at Spanish in northern Ontario, while the Oblates had 48 elementary and high schools across the West. The Oblates being primarily a French-speaking community, they were not enthusiastic about promoting the use of English in the schools, but this was the policy of the Canadian government, and the Indian Agent, who oversaw the running of the schools, enforced it.

Was there was physical punishment in these schools? Yes, just was there was in white boarding schools. Was there sexual abuse? Yes, just as there was in many white schools as well. But white students were not taken from their families and put in boarding schools against their parents’ will, far from home and with no one to appeal to for help. The biggest scourge in the Indigenous schools, however, was tuberculosis, which spread widely and lasted for decades. In 1925 the Federal Government hired Dr. Peter Price to investigate the residential schools. He surveyed many of them and wrote a scathing on the report on the crowded and unsanitary conditions that spread the TB that some of the children had brought with them. His report was merely shelved and no action was taken. Many children died. Their families were not informed and their bodies were not sent home for burial – there was no government money for this – and so they were buried on the grounds in the school cemetery, their graves marked with wooden crosses which deteriorated over the years and disappeared, leaving the sites unmarked. Only recently have some of these graves been discovered, and so we are now coming to confront for the first time the reality for this residential school system and the terrible fate of so many children who died in the schools.

While it is easy to blame the churches for what has happened, and while it would be a fine gesture if Pope Francis were to come in person to acknowledge the Catholic Church’s role in the residential schools, it seems clear that the Government of Canada should accept the blame for setting up the system of residential schools in the first place, and that it should do whatever it takes to restore the Indigenous Peoples of this land to their rightful place in the prosperity that Canada has reaped at their expense. Their culture, language, religion, and spirituality should be respected. The settlers and their descendants should no longer be estranged from those who have lived here for thousands of years, and who welcomed the explorers and missionaries and settlers who came here a few hundred years ago.

Eric Jensen, SJ, works in the Spiritual Exercises ministry at Loyola House, Guelph, Ontario. He also paints and writes. He is the author of Entering Christ's Prayer (Ave Maria Press, 2007)and Ignatius Loyola and You (Novalis 2018).

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9 Comments
  • Noel Fernandis
    Posted at 03:07h, 06 December Reply

    At last, one courageous and sane voice, daring to speak the facts (already contained in the Government commissioned “Truth and Reconciliation Report for many years now). Thank you, Fr. Eric!

  • Nancy McEachnie
    Posted at 08:16h, 06 December Reply

    Great reflections

  • Vicky Chen
    Posted at 08:43h, 06 December Reply

    Thank you, Eric, for the sharing of the early part of your life and the reflection of our current relationship with our Indigenous brothers and sisters.

    I was in NFLD Labrador a few years ago and was captivated by the explanation of the symbolism of the Labrador flag, especially the last paragraph.

    http://www.labradorheritagemuseum.ca/home/labrador_flag.htm

  • Ann Ascoli
    Posted at 11:20h, 06 December Reply

    Thank you Fr.Eric for the enlightening report. Indeed WE are the strangers in their land.

  • Pauline Mary Theresa Lally
    Posted at 11:32h, 06 December Reply

    Thank you, Father Eric.

  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 13:11h, 06 December Reply

    Thank you Eric!

  • Mario Coutinho
    Posted at 12:11h, 07 December Reply

    The account,rendered unblemished and honest is an eye-opener for the reader. There still exist many such situations that we are both aware and unaware of in this world We should be thankful to the conscientious and courageous persons who expose them
    God bless them!

  • Michael Radcliffe
    Posted at 13:23h, 07 December Reply

    An insightful article Eric. I was aware of some of these facts when I was practising law and involved with the Residential School Compensation program. Well said !!

    Mike Radcliffe

  • Maria Skarzynski
    Posted at 20:46h, 10 December Reply

    Thank you Father Eric for this beautiful article which explains so much in clarity and truth. I also worked in the far north in Inuvik for three years and admired these beautiful people who had lived through so much and yet always had a smile. I hope that you are on the Pope’s advisory committee when he comes to Canada.

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