Last week, the bodies of 215 Indigenous children were found in a mass grave. Yesterday, a 9-year-old boy was orphaned because of Islamophobia. Today, I witnessed anti-Black racism in one of my restaurants. 1/
I am exhausted. I’m sick of telling people we’re going to get past this or to be resilient. I watch politicians and leaders say the right things, and then defend Bill 21–which discriminates against people—in the same breath. 2/
I see news organizations cover these hate filled incidents, while their own columnists paper against racism while pretending anti-white racism is real.
I don’t know what to say anymore to the young people who ask me for advice and for hope. 3/
Today, things feel bleak. I can’t stop thinking about the 9-year-old boy. I can’t stop thinking about the mass grave. I can’t stop worring about my own kids. 4/
We need an honest conversation about race in this country. I’m done with platitudes. I’m done with thoughts and prayers. I’m done with pretending. My kids deserve better and yours do too. /5
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