Indigenous Unfiltered
My story began before I drew breath. I am a product of my family’s lifelong held hope, their dreams, and their nightmares. They hoped to destroy a system built upon their blood and bone, my third-great-grandparents. Amanda was her name and Pat was his, the results of colonialism dripping from their tongues as they spoke the westernized names that were shoved down their throats with the end of a hot spoke; her name was an after affect of the boarding school assimilation era, a