Sk’elep speaks

Canada’s residential school system for Aboriginal children was an education system in name only for much of its existence. These residential schools were created for the purpose of separating Aboriginal children from their families, in order to minimize and weaken family ties and cultural linkages, and to indoctrinate children into a new culture—the culture of the legally dominant Euro-Christian Canadian society…

– from Honouring the Truth, Reconciling for the Future: the Final Report of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada

Imagine a little boy or girl walking a gravel road on the reserve near home. Picture in your mind’s eye an Indian agent driving through town, opening the door of his truck and snatching a child from the road, to spirit the child away over a thousand miles to residential school. As you imagine the scene you may be in a safe place, such as your home or a café. Or on a train taking you to school or work. Unlike the child, you board the train willingly, whether following a familiar route or going on an adventure.

When the children board the train, it is icy cold and strange. They are all alone, without Mum or Dad or Grandma. The train conductor knows this—he’s done this run before, driving the straight rail all night through bush and swamp, his cars full of frightened children, crying for their families. Their lonely voices rise and pass through the windows into moonless sky. The train conductor hears the small voices and remembers them always.

If such a thing happened to even one white child—a child of privilege, the police would be called. The alarm sounded. Search parties sent out to shine lights in dark places. Every sighting reported. People running through the darkness with lights held high, through the neighbourhoods, searching for a sign.

In the image above, sk’elep is howling. I can’t tell if he feels rage or joy. I think his fierceness includes both. At night, he still visits the place where they kept the children. It’s been closed 40 years, but his ears still prick up when he hears the voices. He sings with them.

Sk’elep is still here, as people in their regalia still dance at powwows, as fires that went underground rise to the surface, crackling with tobacco and cedar. The shadows of eagles’ wings brush the darkness, bringing clean, cold air to the abandoned rooms of the old residential school, dispelling odours of mould and fear.

The train whistle is gone but sk’elep always sings at night. He passes through backyards and across suburban streets, sending his voice over the neighbourhoods, waking people from sleep. He walks the broken railroad tracks that come down from the north, and he remembers.


Artwork above by Chris Bose of the Nlaka’pamux nation. The image includes a photograph of the Kamloops residential school building. The Kamloops Indian Residential School was in operation from 1893 to 1977. Sk’elep or coyote is the trickster figure in the Traditional Stories of the Secwepemc.

Writing by Jennifer Dales.

2 thoughts on “Sk’elep speaks

  • January 7, 2020 at 10:02 am

    This is a very beautiful post and I was very moved by the artwork which gave an impression of how scary it must have been to be a child in a residential school. Recently, I watched the second season of First Contact where the participants are given a private tour of Woodlands Residential School which is now the Woodland Cultural Centre in Brantford. Survivors of this school were also interviewed. One man was snatched off the street with his brother in exactly the way that is described in this post.

  • January 8, 2020 at 6:14 am

    Jennifer, this is so profound! It captures the feelings of the children & I especially like that you spoke of privilege. I spent Christmas & new years reading & studying Why is it so hard to talk to white people about racism? A hard & truthful book that captures & discusses the reasons why white people in dominant Eurocentric cultures don’t or won’t talk about racial discrimination, starting with the myth that racists are cruel & not nice people, when really everyone is racially biased even if the bias is unconscious, which the book explains is the most insidious form of racism. I had to do some very hard self scrutiny on this & yes, found some horrible lingering racial ideas lurking in the back of my conscious, despite how hard I try to learn better. Eurocentric culture in North America is set up to reinforce racial stereotypes & I expect that’s true in other cultures, as well. The image is as hard-hitting as the text, which are skillfully combined. The blog is off to a howling start! Thank you, Janyce


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