Thoughts

I am a white woman.

I grew up privileged. 

Middle class, fortunate. 

Vulnerable to gender violence.

Not having to deal with racism or fear for my safety because of my skin colour.

Pamela was not like me.

I analyze.

I sympathize.

I learn.

I try to do better. Be better.

I can never understand her experience.

Her pain.

Her community's pain.

Pamela is one of thousands Indigenous Canadians.

Who go missing.

Get murdered.

Get judged and accused for simply existing. 

But I can learn.

Educate.

Hope for justice. 

This problem must be chipped away at with every newly discovered truth. 

 


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