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  • February 16, 2016

Pictured With Their Past, Survivors of Canada’s ‘Cultural Genocide’ Speak Out

Daniella Zalcman’s project, “Signs of Your Identity,” explores the legacy of Canada’s Indian Residential Schools, which began operation in the late 1800s. Attendance at the schools was mandatory, and agents would regularly visit reserves to take children as young as two or three from their communities. Many of them wouldn’t see their families again for the next decade. These students were punished for speaking their native languages or observing indigenous traditions. In interviews with the people she met, Zalcman heard stories of routine sexual and physical assault.

The last school closed in 1996. The Canadian government made its first formal apology in 2008. A Truth and Reconciliation Commission that concluded in 2015 officially labeled the system cultural genocide.

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Deedee Lerat, Marieval Indian Residential School, 1967-1970.
Lerat says, “When I was eight, Mormons swept across Saskatchewan. So I was taken out of residential school and sent to a Mormon foster home for five years. I’ve been told I’m going to hell so many times and in so many ways … now I’m just scared of God.”
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Jimmy Kevin Sayer, Muskowekwan Indian Residential School, 1983-1984.
“I’ve spent half my life incarcerated, and I blame residential school for that. But I also know I have to give up my hate because I’m responsible for myself. I have three adult daughters, and I was in jail for the duration of their childhoods. I have a two-year-old son now, and I need to be there for him. I have to be different.”
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Elwood Friday, St. Phillips Indian Residential School, 1951-1953, and attended a day school.
“I’ve never told anyone what went on there. It’s shameful. I am ashamed. I’ll never tell anyone, and I’ve done everything to try to forget.”

Janet cried through most of our interview. Not sobs but silent, steady tears as she talked about her experiences as a child at Marieval Indian Residential School in the 1950s. She told me how she was repeatedly molested by a priest, how she only got to see her parents for two months a year, how, to this day, she hates autumn because it reminds her of having to go back.

“I didn’t know who I was,” she told me. “I was ashamed to be native, and I was ashamed to be brown, so [after residential school] I ran to the darkest part of the city, where I thought I belonged. We all just want to belong.”

Halfway through our conversation, I saw a box of tissues on a side table and handed her one, desperate to offer some kind of comfort. We talked for an hour, I photographed her, we hugged, and she left.

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Left: A swingset in Beauval, Saskatchewan, near the former site of the Beauval Indian Residential School. Right: A painting by Gordon Keewatin tells the story of the residential school system.

A few minutes later, Deb popped her head through the doorframe. I was sitting in an upstairs room of All Nations Hope, a nonprofit that serves HIV-positive indigenous people in Regina, Saskatchewan. Deb is a staff member there. For me, she’s also something of a cultural translator. She immediately noticed the crumpled up tissue on the coffee table and shot me a disapproving look.

“Did you give that to Janet?”

I admitted that I had. Deb is one of my favorite people in the world, but I’m also a little scared of her.

“Never offer a survivor a tissue when they’re crying. If they need one, they can reach for it. When you give someone a tissue, you’re telling them that their tears need to stop. But tears are good, they’re part of healing. Don’t interfere with that.”

She picked up the tissue gingerly and headed back to her office. In a cabinet, she keeps a brown paper bag, where she collects tissues that people have used to wipe away tears during a smudging ritual she leads every morning. Every so often, she burns them.

I sat there, waiting for my next interview, half embarrassed, half grateful. This is by far the most difficult story I’ve ever worked on, and Deb is a regular reminder that as much as I think I’ve done to try to understand and engage sensitively with the First Nations culture, there’s a lot I still don’t know.

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Left: At one time, the only road from Beauval Indian Residential School led straight to the Beaver River. Zalcman says that students regularly tried to run away but were either too small to try the crossing or drowned in the attempt. Right: The village of Lebret, Saskatchewan, was home to the Qu’Appelle Indian Residential School. While most of the original school structures have been demolished, one building remains, visible on the far right side of the photo.

How do you photograph the past? How do you show what remains in the wake of so much trauma and abuse? Every one of the 45 residential school survivors I interviewed had at some point struggled with PTSD, depression, and addiction—but that’s not what I wanted to show.

These portraits are my attempt to get to the root of historical trauma. Each of these double exposures layers a former residential school student with something related to his or her experience: the sites where schools once stood, the cemeteries where over 6,000 indigenous children are buried, the documents that enforced strategic assimilation. While alternative processes like composite photography haven’t traditionally been considered a part of the documentary arsenal, I believe this is the most effective way to tell these stories. These images are no less truthful than the individual frames that go into them; they speak to the echoes of trauma even as the healing process begins.

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Angela Rose, Gordon Indian Residential School, 1980-1986.
Rose says, “I used to be able to speak my language when I was little. But now, because of residential school, I only know how to say hello and count to ten. I turn on the native radio station, and I just like to sit and listen. I can’t understand what they’re saying, but every once in a while a word will pop out at me and it’ll jog some small memory. I’ve lost a lot of things, but I think that’s one of the ones I miss most.”
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Valerie Ewenin, Muskowekwan Indian Residential School, 1965-1971.
Ewenin says, “I was brought up believing in the nature ways, burning sweetgrass, speaking Cree. And then I went to residential school, and all that was taken away from me. And then later on I forgot it, too, and that was even worse.”
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Mike Pinay, Qu’Appelle Indian Residential School, 1953-1963.
Pinay says, “It was the worst ten years of my life. I was away from my family from the age of 6 to 16. How do you learn about relationships, how do you learn about family? I didn’t know what love was. We weren’t even known by names back then; I was a number … 73.”

“Signs of Your Identity” was supported by a grant from the Pulitzer Center on Crisis Reporting. You can follow Daniella Zalcman on Instagram @dzalcman and on her website.

There are 3 Comments. Add Yours.

  1. Heidi Landau
    February 19, 2016

    Sexual Abuse creates a Cycle of Abuse. First Nation adults often failed as parents, unable to save themselves, many became slaves to drugs and alcohol, abusers of their children/youth. At campCARE Action Sports Camps we dealt with the harsh realities of Canada’s Residential Schools where children were abused when the lights went down. A generation left scarred and perfect.

  2. Mary Miraglia
    February 16, 2016

    This has happened all over the world, wherever English-speaking people have colonized lands. One wonders why it has taken so long for these despicable acts to be revealed?

  3. Henry Chapman
    February 16, 2016

    What an eye-opener. This type of castigation is reminiscent of the Irish convent style Magdalene asylums. Hopefully this type of bigotry and exclusion is being extradited in today’s world.

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