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Misinformation Being Taught to Canadian School Children

Teachers in more than 40,000 classrooms across Canada are providing their students with false information about the tragic death of young Chanie Wenjack whose frozen body was found curled up beside a railway track in northwestern Ontario on October 23, 1966.

The primary source of the misinformation is Gord Downie and Jeff Lemire’s Secret Path.

Despite the fact Chanie Wenjack was attending a public school in Kenora and only boarded at the former Cecilia Jeffrey Indian Residential School along with 149 other Aboriginal children from far-away reserves without schools, Secret Path shows them praying at classroom desks with a nun looking on.

There were no nuns at Cecilia Jeffrey. The former residential school was operated by the Women’s Missionary Society of the Presbyterian Church.

Nevertheless, school children reading Secret Path see drawings of nuns in habits delousing naked Ojibway boys who are covering their genitals with their hands. A male with a large white cross on his chest drags a screaming child into a building. A nun in a habit pulls a half-naked boy’s ear and makes him yell in pain.

Nothing that was written or said at the time of Chanie’s death suggests that he was physically and/or sexually abused while he was boarding at Cecilia Jeffrey. Nor is there anything suggesting physical and/or sexual abuse in the section about him in the report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada.

Secret Path clearly implies that he was.

Gord Downie’s lyrics say: “I will not be struck. I’m not going back.” What appears to be a pedophile in a clerical collar with a white cross on his chest approaches Chanie’s bed. The young boy looks up with a fearful look on his face.

As a shivering Chanie is shown shuffling along the railway tracks in an unsuccessful attempt to reach his far-away home, an imaginary male in clerical collar with a white cross on his chest looks menacingly through the trees.

Gord Downie’s lyrics say: “I heard them in the dark. Heard the things they do. I heard the heavy whispers. Whispering, ‘Don’t let this touch you’.”

Children learning about the residential schools through the lens of Secret Path in classrooms across Canada appear convinced young Chanie was sexually abused.

One of the Grade 6 students at Saskatchewan’s Pilot Butte School in the photo below wrote Gord Downie’s lyric “Don’t let this touch you” on a drawing showing an apparent victim of sexual abuse.


Those impressionable young minds had no way of knowing what they were being taught is a total misrepresentation of what actually happened to the young Ojibway boy who has now become a national poster child for all that was wrong with the Indian residential schools – despite the fact he was attending a public school at the time of his death.

The back cover of Secret Path says young Chanie died “trying to escape the Cecilia Jeffrey Indian Residential School.”

However, there was no evidence of any prison-like or abusive conditions from which he would have had any reason to “escape”.

He had made no attempt to leave Cecilia Jeffrey during the three years he was there – although he did play hooky one afternoon a week before the start of his fateful journey.

Colin Wasacase, a Cree/Saulteaux who had attended residential schools as a child and taught at them as an adult, was in charge of Cecilia Jeffrey at that time. His wife was the matron.

On September 24, 1966 – a month before Chanie’s death — he wrote a letter to Giollo Kelly, Executive Director of National Missions, Women’s Missionary Society, in which he said: “The weather has been beautiful for the past two weeks and the children have been taking advantage of it by staying away from school and wandering away from the premises. The wanderers have been many. Their reasons all stem to loneliness and various other reasons. We do hope that they will all soon recover from it and settle into the school situation as the year progresses.”

On September 29, 1966, he wrote again saying: “The children have begun to settle down a bit. There are only a few girls who persist that school is the worst place to be at ages 12-15 as they feel it isn’t any good. We are having difficulty to convince them that this is not so.”

On September 30, 1966, Giollo Kelly wrote to Colin Wasacase and said: “I can well understand that the beautiful fall weather is making the children very restless. I recall being at the school during the month of June a few years ago when it was very difficult to get the youngsters in for their meals. It was the kind of weather which must have made them think of home. I realize that it will be a very trying period for the staff and I do trust that while we do not hope for poor weather they will soon become accustomed to the routine of the new school year.”

In a letter dated March 21, 1967, Mr. Wasacase wrote: “The students have not fully settled down as yet [after returning from the Christmas break] especially on the girls’ side. A few of the girls have been wandering away from the school but with no real intent of running away home but only to visit friends or hang around town. These are a few who have started a few more. We are hoping that they will become settled.”

Clearly, there was nothing prison-like at Cecilia Jeffrey. The children wandered at will.

On the sunny afternoon that Chanie left, he had been playing on the swings in the playground with two orphaned brothers. One of the brothers had run away three times in the last few weeks and the other skipped class on a regular basis.

The brothers decided to go and visit their uncle at his cabin which was about 30 kilometres away.

Chanie’s best friend testified at the November 17, 1966, coroner’s inquest that Chanie was lonesome and “when the other ‘guys’ were running he decided to go along.”

According to the Kenora Miner and Daily News: “Wenjack was really lonesome, the [public school] teacher said, and on one occasion told him that he longed to return to his home in the north where he was happy with his family.”

The newspaper quoted Colin Wasacase as saying: “The boy had plenty of warm clothing but left in just light apparel.”

According to the TRC report, Colin Wasacase took immediate action when he learned that Chanie was missing. After canvassing other students about where the boy might have gone, “[Wasacase] then travelled to Pine Point and Rabbit Lake in the Kenora area in search of the boy and his companions. Indian Affairs official P.C. Clarkin had gone to Rat Portage and Keewatin in search of the boys.”

It wasn’t until five days after leaving the Cecilia Jeffrey playground with the two orphaned brothers and hanging out with them and his best friend at their uncle’s cabin that Chanie decided to walk to his parents’ home at the fly-in Ojibway community of Ogoki Post on the Marten Falls reserve.

According to the report in the Kenora Miner and Daily News: “There [at the uncle’s cabin] they were fed, cared for and enjoyed trips to a trap line with the uncle. After a few days the Wenjack lad took his departure and started to walk along the single-track C.N.R. right of way.”

His friends’ uncle had shown him how to get to the railway tracks that would take him there and told him to ask railway workers for food along the way. That was the last time anyone saw him alive.

At 11:20 a.m. on the morning of Sunday, October 23, 1966, the engineer of a westbound freight train spotted Chanie’s frozen body curled up at the side of the tracks.

He had walked a little more than 19 kilometres through snow squalls and freezing rain wearing light, soaked-through, cotton clothing. Evidence of how he must have fainted and fallen as he stumbled along the rough railway tracks was found in bruises on his shins, forehead and over his left eye. A pathologist later concluded he had been dead for 24 hours. His stomach was empty, his lungs full of bacteria.

After the autopsy, Chanie’s coffin, accompanied by his three younger sisters who had also boarded at Cecilia Jeffrey, was returned to his home at Ogoki Post. Colin Wasacase – who was recognized as an outstanding Ontario senior citizen by Lieutenant Governor David Onley in 2012 and currently serves as a Kenora city councillor – escorted them on the long journey home.


"The back cover of Gord Downie and Jeff Lemire’s Secret Path says: “Chanie Wenjack (misnamed Charlie by his teachers).”

However, in media interviews and talking about him with school children, Pearl Wenjack calls her brother “Charlie”. According to a nationally-known Indigenous writer/scholar, who does not wish to be named at this time, the family always called him Charlie.

In a column published in newspapers across Canada, WE Charity co-founders Craig and Marc Kielburger said Chanie Wenjack “died fleeing his residential school” and encouraged Canadians to donate money in support of “Legacy Rooms” in restaurants, schools, libraries and corporate boardrooms.

“For a $5,000 donation,” they wrote, “the Downie-Wenjack Fund will provide an official plaque and signage explaining Chanie’s story to set the tone for the Legacy Room. The money raised supports initiatives to teach about residential schools in Canadian classrooms.”

Gord Downie gets top billing on the $5,000 plaques in Legacy Rooms that are now sprouting up across Canada. His trademark hat sits atop the words “The Gord Downie” in boldface. The line below in smaller, lighter, type says: “& CHANIE WENJACK FUND.” There’s a photo of Gord Downie performing at one of his concerts on the left side of the plaque and one of a shy, smiling little Chanie on the right.

One might well ask whose “legacy” is being commemorated. Chanie Wenjack’s name is completely overshadowed.

The plaque looks like part of a donor-supported promotion for the late Gord Downie’s solo albums.

On October 28, 2017, the Globe and Mail published an article about a Canada 150 reconciliation journey through the Northwest Passage on the Polar Prince.

At one point, Aluki Kotierk, president of Nunavut Tunngavik Inc. broke down in tears during a group discussion on reconciliation in the ship’s Legacy Room.

“I just don’t know why in this Legacy Room there is no box of Kleenex,” she said prompting laughter from her colleagues. “Or why Gord Downie’s name is bigger than Chanie Wenjack’s” on the plaque on the wall.

Good question.

https://fcpp.org/2017/11/17/misinformation-being-taught-to-canadian-school-children/
https://fcpp.org/2017/11/27/putting-truth-into-truth-and-reconciliation/
https://fcpp.org/2017/11/02/teaching-the-residential-school-story/
 

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Absolutely. Sloppy journalism.

The real story is that the kind, caring Europeans came to Canada and gave the grateful natives blue jeans, pickup trucks, and Jesus, and now librul communists are trying to paint them as invaders, occupiers, and genocides.
 

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Absolutely. Sloppy journalism.

Just as long as we're on the same page that it's not revisionist history

The real story is that the kind, caring Europeans came to Canada and gave the grateful natives blue jeans, pickup trucks, and Jesus, and now librul communists are trying to paint them as invaders, occupiers, and genocides.

Life was idyllic before those darn Euros came over, you know, back when it was just the Asians that came by, and well, the Vikings and maybe a couple others before, but a true Utopia nonetheless
 

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Just as long as we're on the same page that it's not revisionist history



Life was idyllic before those darn Euros came over, you know, back when it was just the Asians that came by, and well, the Vikings and maybe a couple others before, but a true Utopia nonetheless

You will never understand why so many slaves prefer freedom, with all its risks and dangers, to slavery.
 

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Slavery comes in many different forms and in any society/community, etc that has even the slightest element of organization, there are trade-offs or costs.

That dynamic, in and of itself, is the seat of one form of slavery
 

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... And so much reading it was.

So, as per your unidimensional definition, if one of the parties to your equation does not recognize that 'right' or arrangement, does the slavery magically disappear?
 

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That has been a common way of messing up the real NdN story since Hiawatha's name was stolen to hide HIS true story.
 

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... Because it's a convenient way to adopt a position of victim hood on one side and vilify an entire group as a matter of convenience in spite of the reality

Every single Canadian mainstream news source swallowed the story hook, line and sinker, Cap. I would have expected it from the CBC who have a mandate to accept absolutely every word uttered by an FN without so much as a questioning look as per the demand made in the TRC. The others really need to find someone with a bit of integrity who is willing to dig just a bit deeper and it wouldn't have taken much effort. After all the public records are easily available even Wiki has the main part right before they veer off into Gordon Downie and Jeff Lemire's attempts to alter history.

In town today, I decided to stop by our local bookstore and see if they had a copy. It wasn't on the shelves but the owner brought one out of the back for me to look at. The copy I saw was the size of your average coffee table book and the illustrations inside were enough to make me want to sick-up knowing the lie behind them. Cost $29.95 before taxes. As I handed it back to the owner, I mentioned that she might want to do a bit of research on the story and suggested that when it was displayed it be put in the fiction section.
 
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... Because it's a convenient way to adopt a position of victim hood on one side and vilify an entire group as a matter of convenience in spite of the reality

Just trying to go with the prevailing narrative of the White Right.

I would say "Old Stock Canadians," but I worry about your blood pressure.
 

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Just trying to go with the prevailing narrative of the White Right.

I would say "Old Stock Canadians," but I worry about your blood pressure.


I'm sorry......I forgot..... You are a lawyer, truth is not part of your mandate.
 

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Cui bono, Tec? With all the available evidence detailing abuses on reserves, why fictionalize one boy's death then pass it off as a true story.

Why not? FFS, everybody fictionalizes everything and passes it off as a true story.

Here's one of your favourite narratives. The Canadians at Vimy Ridge. They weren't stalwart heroes. They were pants-pissing terrified and won mostly by dumb luck. And I say that with the deepest respect and admiration for them, though I don't imagine you'll understand or believe that.
 

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Why not? FFS, everybody fictionalizes everything and passes it off as a true story.

Here's one of your favourite narratives. The Canadians at Vimy Ridge. They weren't stalwart heroes. They were pants-pissing terrified and won mostly by dumb luck. And I say that with the deepest respect and admiration for them, though I don't imagine you'll understand or believe that.

Sure they do, Tec.

Had I been in their place, I too would have been pants-pissing terrified, Tec. Ah, but win they did.......dumb luck or no.
 

gerryh

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Sure they do, Tec.

Had I been in their place, I too would have been pants-pissing terrified, Tec. Ah, but win they did.......dumb luck or no.


It wasn't, but it makes Americans feel better about themselves to think that.
 

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Just trying to go with the prevailing narrative of the White Right.

I would say "Old Stock Canadians," but I worry about your blood pressure.

Two of My grandchildren are Salish princesses, and they are of course beautiful identicle twins and very much sharper than thier tired old grampy. It,s all well and good about where you came from if you can find the time where you are to think about it. You ain,t there anymore.
 

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Racism Among the Heavenly Hamlets on the Prairies

Plenty of progress has been made in relations between Aboriginals and other Canadians over the past several decades, but regrettably, not enough to dispel all prejudice. This was driven home to me again recently, and painfully, in a story from an Aboriginal friend whom I will refer to as “Peter.”

Peter left his home reserve years ago to work and find a place of peace and solitude to which he could eventually retire. The northern Saskatchewan hamlet where he now lives was like many that dot the prairie landscape: a big open sky, brisk cleansing air, and great people – but with some rednecks, two in this case. “Cletus and Elrod” moved there from the city to join forces and apparently to discharge their ignorance and hatred towards any Aboriginal they see.

Cletus is never seen without his bibbed coveralls; Elrod usually patrols the village on his quad, looking for newcomers. He tells people he is an undercover RCMP officer. Cletus is a loner and rarely talks to anyone. He claims to have injured himself at work and has never been gainfully employed since. However, those who see him haul firewood or continuously working on his properties say he works harder than most people. Elrod’s story is similar. How they survive financially is anyone’s guess. Elrod shoots animals, in and out of season and on any property, so we know he will not starve anytime soon.

Do Aboriginals still face prejudice in modern-day Canada? Tragically yes. Consider my interview with Peter:

“My wife and I have been coming to this area for the past ten years, camping up in the hills and savouring the scenery. One day we decided to buy land here. For us, this was the perfect place to build a retreat — a place of peace and solitude to recharge the batteries. Back then, we had a wide choice of properties to choose from. Today there is not one lot available for miles, having been purchased mostly by game hunters or others like myself, wanting the country lifestyle.

“Originally our population totalled eight people here full-time; five were lifelong residents, the other two turned out to be the rednecks.
In our discussion, Peter stops speaking to watch a white pickup drive slowly by, and at its occupant who glares in our direction. “That’s Cletus,” Peter says. “He lives to the east of me and has hated me since the day we hauled my home in here. That day, Cletus came running over, screaming like a madman, ‘You can’t put that trailer here; this is my land!’”

“‘No!” Peter replies to Cletus. “I purchased these two lots from the Rural Municipality.” Cletus already owned a sizeable chunk of land next to the old town site, but wanted more. He already owned the two lots near Peter. But Cletus said the local reeve was supposed to call him when these lots became available.

After Cletus wandered off, another friend who hauled Peter’s trailer looked on with great amusement – and apprehension at Cletus’s performance: “Good luck with your new neighbour,” he said, “By the look of things, you’re going to need it!’

Peter continues, “Things really heated up about three weeks ago when Elrod shot my dog. He had threatened to kill her before. She was a friendly dog and we loved her but, according to Elrod, she got in his chicken coop.”

“It gets a bit tiring at times but entertaining all the same,” remarks Peter. “Cletus has never made a racist remark to me, but he did to a friend. The sad part is that James (his friend), who is not even Aboriginal, couldn’t stand it any longer, decided to board up his house and leave; he said what these guys are doing is just too much. James often cared for my dog and the two took many long walks in the woods.”

Peter and Cletus exchanged heated words over property issues again recently, Cletus parted with this warning to Peter: “If you get another dog I am going to shoot it. “

Peter has a choice: he can try the courts or simply sell and let these rednecks have their town.

But it’s tragic that in 21st-century Canada, status Indians – who defy the stereotypes, who live away from the reserve on purpose, and who work hard along with many other Canadians – have only these two choices available them in this situation, especially in a tiny, get-away-from-it-all heavenly hamlet on the prairies.

https://fcpp.org/2008/10/26/racism-among-the-heavenly-hamlets-on-the-prairies/