![]() ![]() ![]() I kept going back to it, though, intrigued. I was drawn to Michelle Good’s book “Five Little Indians” because it was shortlisted for the Scotiabank Giller Prize, but I was also turned off by the title. ![]() My 9 year old self knew that kids living at a school without their families was wrong. She must have known that children were taken from their parents and that they lived in harsh conditions, but she couldn’t have known how harsh. Looking back, I believe that that is all that my mother knew – that they weren’t “nice schools”. That’s all my mom could tell me and our conversation ended. My mom went on to explain that Indian children went to school there – they lived there – and that they weren’t very nice schools. ![]() When I asked what it was, my mother replied, “That’s a boarding school, Dear.” One summer, and I couldn’t have been much older than 9, my parents, my brothers and I were driving in northern Manitoba where I saw a large white building in the middle of nowhere. I spent part of my childhood living in the prairies. If I had to come up with one word to describe “Five Little Indians” by Michelle Good, that would be it. ![]()
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