Originally published December 17th, 2012
I’ve had a lot of things on my mind since last week. Newtown was one of them.
Yep, I’m taking the cheap post. I told myself that I wasn’t going to glorify it by even mentioning the occurrence, but it won’t leave me alone, so here we are.
The day after the killing, a friend of mine put this photo up on Facebook with the note: “Well said.”
Yep, that was all it was. I really like the guy, too, but at that moment I was just sickened by this shitty message. I didn’t even think about it. I copied it, then pasted it into the blog’s page with a caption about how disgusted I was with it. I then went and deleted him as a friend, because I couldn’t believe he would be so callous as to put this up after such a horrible tragedy. I’m a huge advocate of “If you don’t like me, delete me”, as opposed to I’m going to tell you how wrong you are, because you don’t share my views.
My problem with this, is that somebody is using a catastrophe like a mass killing of children to further their own agenda, which is getting religion back in the school system.
Have you ever heard of the Indian Residential Schools?
I had heard little bits of the story over the years, but was mostly in the dark about it, until a reader that I’ve met in my travels filled me in on some of the details. That’s what’s been troubling my mind lately, and it’s caused a lot of introspection and anger management. Here’s some of what it said.
…So, I’m sure you know (but soooooo many “proud Canadians” know fuck all about it) that for generations in this country the government and churches snatched all the little Indians from the comfort of their parents, families, and communities and put them into cold, damp, prison-like institutions where they were fed watery porridge and other slop, where they were stripped, scrubbed, shaved, and covered with chemicals; where they were beaten for every utterance of a word in the only language they knew, where they were forced to attend church every single day, forced to worship the father the son and the holy ghost, where they were forced to be Christians and beaten for any resistance to it, where literally thousands of them were sexually abused by men/women of God – told they would go to hell if they ever told anyone, told that they needed to obey, told that they were dirty sinners, told that what was happening was ok because God would forgive them – little boys and girls being raped in confessionals! These children were taken, usually around age 5-7 and returned home between age 12-16 – some of them had not been home one single day in all those years. That alone makes me fucking sick. Add the physical abuse, the emotional and spiritual abuse, the sexual abuse and it’s unbearable to think about. And why was it done? How did a whole society, a democratic government, and DOZENS of religious, god-loving, god-fearing church organizations come to the conclusion that THIS was not only acceptable but the right thing to do?
Where the fuck was God in this situation? Maybe he’s a racist towards the savages? Maybe Jesus doesn’t really love the little children, like the song says. Do you suppose that him and his dad might have thought that their servants would do the right thing, so they got drunk and headed out to see the strippers?
Naw, he’s everywhere, isn’t he? He surely watched this go on, and thought, “This will teach those dirty little injuns to worship false spirits. Nokomis can go fuck herself. The earth is mine.”
Don’t leave yet. There was more in the message. This part describes what God’s people did to the little red devils, and you might find it disturbing, but read it anyway. They had to live and relive it, the least you can do is read it once before you choose not to believe it or ignore it.
There is a settlement process that is supposed to reconcile and make amends for residential schools. The victims have to sit in a room with strangers and answer questions about the gory details of their abuse. [ for example: did his penis penetrate your anus? How much blood was there? How far were his fingers inside your vagina? How hard was his grip on your neck? Where did he ejaculate? Did he say anything to you while his penis was in your mouth? Did he leave his robe on?] Anyway, I think you get the point – in fact I think you got the point a very long time ago – that forcing your beliefs on others is unacceptable. And I don’t mean to equate the religion-pushing with the sexual abuse – I know they are not the same thing, but after attending some of these hearings, I cannot leave the abuse out of any discussion of this sort.
No doubt. This wasn’t just a couple of instances of a Catholic priest diddling a young boy. This was four different churches and I don’t know how many thousand of the at least 100000 native children were abused. Yep, four churches. Catholic, United, Anglican, and Presbyterian. You can read more about it at the AANDC site that deals directly with this.
So what’s your take on it? Did they deserve this as heathen savages? Maybe God was intent on taking over the world, but couldn’t get a foothold on North America, so he spent centuries teaching people to navigate the globe, in hopes that he could put them ashore on our continent, and almost wipe out an entire race of people.
Not quite though. No, he wanted to keep a few alive to torture for a few centuries, because they mentioned him, The Great Spirit, but didn’t mention his son, or his virgin baby mama in any of their stories. They also believed in all of these crazy spirits, like the Windigo, and the Thunderbird, when everyone knows that there’s just God and the Devil. Oh, and there are some angels, but none of that crazy stuff the Indians are talking about. That’s just insane.
Anyhow, here are some links to some apologies, and some not quite apologizing statements. You should read them and read some of the reactions of the natives. They were very gracious. I would have demanded at least one scalp.
- The United Church apologized to the First Nations people in 1986, and to the students in 1998. Their apology seems forthright and heartfelt, if that’s possible from a church
- The Presbyterians confessed in 1994. It was not an apology, but a request for forgiveness.
- The Anglicans made me physically sick with their apology in 1993
- The Catholic church won’t apologize, but one of their bishops apologized to some of the students.
The fact that in their apologies they were asking for “God’s forgiveness” and asking that God show them the way, made me feel like no one will ever learn anything. Who was showing them the way when they raped, molested, and beat those children? Was it not God? Did God just turn his back on all of those clergy for those many years? Why would he do that, and why should anyone ever trust another member of any church? I know I don’t. They are quite easily corruptible, as is proven here, and if God can’t control his own servants, why should we trust him to look after us?
I suspect that if there is a god out there, he can control whatever he wants to, but he either likes to see children suffer, or he doesn’t give a shit about anything. So I ask you. Is this the same God that you want brought back into your child’s classroom? Is this even someone that should be allowed near a child at all? I’m not denying that God exists, but I doubt it. At least I hope he doesn’t. The thought that there is a supreme being that finds fun in torturing and punishing children scares the everloving shit out of me.
Deep in prayer my cross to wear, I kneel upon the floor,
P.S. I guess I have to write in here that I don’t believe in God, therefore cannot blame God for anything. I was using it as a catalyst to drive my point home. This post was me saying that we can’t trust churches, and that God does not belong in public schools, because everyone doesn’t believe in God. We can’t force our beliefs on anyone. Not ethically, anyway.
Linking up with the fine folks at Yeah Write this week.