On the banks of the South Thompson River, in a valley surrounded by semi-arid hillsides, the wind blows unobstructed. Neither crosses nor tombstones impede its journey over the grounds of the former Kamloops Indian Residential School. Beneath the earth, whispers of children, some reportedly as young as three years old, have been calling to be found. They have been calling for years, only to have their voices evaporate into the ether. And if it were not for a radar search organized by a local First Nations band, they may never have been heard.
Thank you for continuing to be a compelling and strong voice about the legacy of residential schools, Lance. I am so proud that you are my brother-in-law.
Thank you for continuing to be a compelling and strong voice about the legacy of residential schools, Lance. I am so proud that you are my brother-in-law.