Day Three – Not My World

I am awake, I am alive, as I remember yesterday’s conversation …

I listened as he talked, the banter so interesting, so easy, so light. No condemnation, no judgement, no hierarchy, no need. We were equals.
He intrigued me so I did myself some searching – McGill University, degrees, accreditations, world travel, interesting position after another after another.

The words came out of nowhere as if spoken by another, “That would have been you … if you hadn’t been born Indigenous”.

As I contemplated my words, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever been held back? Or did he know from crib to grade school and beyond that he could and would succeed? Did he notice that the men in suits looked like him and his father and that none looked like me?

Nowadays many have achieved what he has, even Kwe’s like me but I did not know them in my formative years. We did not have rebellious conversations in the corner of the playground for dreams of university and degrees ARE rebellious when it’s the 1970’s and you play in a world that expects nothing but the least from you.

I have succeeded in my way on my terms. I love the life I have built but a part of me cannot help but imagine, cannot help but wonder what it must be like to grow up in his world.

The journey continues …

I love you!

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