I have recently finished reading A Geography of Blood, by Candace Savage. My friend Mary told me it made her think again on being a Canadian, as it is historical and tells about native people in Canada. The book focuses on the native tribes that lived here before white settlers arrived, but dwells on recent past, only 150 years ago. Given that native tribes have lived and flourished in our land for thousands of years, only 150 years is nothing. However, the way the tribes were treated is shameful. I learned more of our country’s story, particularly the area around Cypress Hills, where the prairie has told its story. Savage writes about her ancestors and those like them, in the small town of Eastend, Saskatchewan. From there she and her husband explore the prairie and Cypress Hills to the west. It is a sobering book.
We are not innocent, we descendants of white settlers. Our country’s forefathers are generally considered to be ‘white men’, and the native tribes that lived here (and helped the white settlers initially) were considered inferior beings who needed to be subdued, oppressed, and assimilated as a last resort. The book describes the treatment of the tribes from records in Hudson Bay Company, the NWMP, and the museum at Fort Macleod. No white man who dealt with them on behalf of the Canadian government considered the tribes worthy of respect, so they were lied to and starved. The lands they asked for as reserves were denied them, and the government rations did not arrive. Both the American states and Canada acted to do away with ‘the Indian problem’ through deception and greed. I knew this before, but the book brought it home stronger than I had felt before. Perhaps because it follows me reading ‘The Inconvenient Indian’ by Thomas King the book has hit me harder. Or perhaps I am older now, and questioning more. In either case, reading the story that the prairie has left, and that Savage has recovered, has changed me. Thanks be to good books!