
It’s hard to drive to many places up there anyway.
Some background as to why I’m harping on this:
I was born Catholic in Manchester, England, and I hated being called a papist, left-footer, fisheater, mick. I was treated as a stranger in my own country. Catholics in Northern Ireland had it much worse: they weren’t allowed to own property, to vote or have good jobs.
Don’t we all hate getting labelled because of our religion, colour etc?
I worked in prison as a Chaplain and 30% of the inmate population was “native.” I was assigned to be the “Elder” for the indigenous population since their own tribal elder had died.
Locked in a brick and steel room with 20 or 30 “indigenous” inmates at a time trying to run “Sacred Circle” as a white guy you get culturally sensitive pretty quickly.
As part of my duties I had to escort aboriginal inmates to their reserves for funerals. Drive 5 hours into the bush with a shackled inmate to find some lonely reserve, and then take him on reserve for a “native” funeral and again you get culturally tuned in
(I would always unshackle the inmate and tell them if they ran I wouldn’t chase them… I never lost anyone.)
The fact that I came out alive in both scenarios means I must have learned a few things!
The first nations are real peoples, with real histories, real cultures and our invading culture did great damage to them as a people and as individuals.
The canonization of Blessed Kateri is more than just a good Indian girl being recognized for her holiness by the Church. It’s immensely symbolic for her people.
And has little to do with America or Canada, except she was born there and died here.