My main theme throughout my over three decade art career has been directed to children; "Believe in your dreams...". I am a example that it is possible, to work hard, be committed and never let any obstacle life throws at you ever stop you believing in your dreams! For adults, my message has been similar, age is only a state of mind and it is never to late to start to do what you always dreamt of doing in your life, I am living proof, I started my professional art career at the age of 40. Here I am 70+ years old, my career is still going strong, I just started a new journey of my career in my 70`s starting to self publishing my own books, art, children`s books, books of my poetry, painting still and will always remain my passion...The older I get the more I am appreciating what all that has happen in my art career, especially all that has happen to me in Germany. Linden Museum in Stuttgart, universities in Germany, Southwestren Philharmonic Konstanz, festivals/schools throughout Germany. so much Germany has given me personally, So, never stop believing in your dreams...
" Spirit Dreamer..."
I took that leap of faith back in 1998, with less than one hundred canadian dollars in my wallet, thinking I was crazy. It was the best life decision I have ever made. My whole life changed and for the better, on every level. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually and personally. I found love and true happiness. Here throughout Germany and Europe native culture is admired and respected, I had to culturally understand this and appreciate it, for what it is. I feel the pride of who I am, why I am and to feel proud of all that I have worked for and achieved. So I have not one regret, taking that leap of faith, flying over the big pond in 1998 and starting a new life here in Germany, not one...aho
All My Relations...
Happiness is...
"Forever my love..."
I told you a thousands times, I will love you until my last breath,
It is forever my love, I give you my word, you deserve the best...
I never met anyone like you before, honest, dependable, I trust,
Never feeling fear or insecure, our bond only grows between us...
Being with you is easy, fun to be with you, throughout the week,
Never a dull moment, full of laughter and joy, together both seek...
My life started since we met, this is not a lie, foundation security,
Words are not enough, thank you starting with, what you give me...
We both had different roads to take, we met on intersection of life,
Became very clear, losing you not in the cards, so became my wife...
Forever my love, til my last breath, I meant every word, I promise,
Forever our love blooms in the light of love, never with no regrets...
Forever my love...❤
I have enjoyed my journey of life and learnt a lot. Because of my healing journey, I came to realize that I disliked excuses and to leave the past in the past. The greatest emotion that blocked true happiness for me was because of the trauma in my childhood. Trust was my biggest enemy, I trusted no one and wasted and hurt many because of that. I always say this is not a feel sorry story, it is my reality...
It was not until I met Kathleen, our friendship was real and we both did not know what was to come. But I soon realized she was a honest, reliable, compassionate woman but what I admire about her till this day. When she says something, she does it, a quality I admire and respect. I never have to worry what she does, she has my best interests in everything.
Early in our relationship, in our winter garden, I made a promise to the creator, her and to myself. From that very day on, I would change the foundation of my whole thinking and how to be...I have kept that promise...
Happily, I can share that I open myself up to trust and does it ever feel beautiful...there are many rewards that comes with this...
Nearing my full circle...
Because of age and health, I had to retire from dancing. But, I fondly remember my days at pow-wow`s in Canada and dancing for the children of Germany/Europe as a storyteller ❤
I donated my Golden Age Man`s Traditional regalia in 2009 to the Linden Museum in Stuttgart, Germany for their native artifact collection...I like to tease the germans and say; "After I am gone, you can come to the Linden Museum and visit my spirit...",
I have always said in public; "The one thing no one could take from me are my memories...aho"
One of my favorite poems I have written, it is for all of us people young or old, who can relate...
"Angel with a broken wing..."
Through endless time and wars, hatred and distrust,
A young angel saw too much, having learnt to trust...
Through many tears of pain, only emptiness remain,
In the end remained, little angel with a broken wing...
Her spirit broken, her heart in two, lost into darkness,
Feeling empty without morals or values, laid to rest...
Her laughter past away inside, only echo remaining,
Tears turned into rivers, a hollow whisper returning...
Soon realizing, that she was not alone, not anymore,
Angels with broken wings gathering, feeling deplore...
So when you pray this evening, pray for these angels,
Once warriors of love and beauty, into history annals...
Who will watch over them, as they all did once, for us,
What we believe in, with no foundation, faith or trust...
Angel with a broken wing...
My wife Kathleen is a multi talented lady, painter, writer/poet, beader, crafts, seamstress, singer/musician. I wrote this poem for her and she drew me and added the peom I wrote, it amazed me...Two artists living under one roof , it works for us...
I am very proud of Kathleen`s many talents, here are just a few...
" My twilight years..."
Seems like yesterday, I was a young and restless, real free spirit,
Taking chances, my heart full of freedom, none of it, do I regret...
My body was full of strenght and ferm, always pushing the limits,
Had no fear of the unknown, actually excited me, I freely admit...
Life flashes by so fast, where did it all go, do any of us truly know,
The days of my youth have drifted away, a blink of a eye, it is so...
But have my memories I choose to keep, sweet music reminds me,
Laughter echos in my head, friendships give me, sweet memories...
Now alone in my thoughts, reflecting on the scars of life has given,
Learnt hard lessons, had to be, made me who I am, is called living...
A life without regret is easier said than done, I admit to have none,
I am the wiser I admit, grey hair, wrinkled skin, reality is forgotten...
I found that inner peace, searched for in my youth, full of gratitude,
Always was looking for love in all the wrong places, until I met you...
No more wondering, guessing, finally found calmness deep within,
No playing the game of chance, in game of love, now we both win...
There is a calmness, it is hard to explain, living in my twilight years,
An inner peace, that is well earned, no broken heartaches or tears...
To each new sunrise, I do pray and give thanks, prayers of gratitude,
Rich man I am, money can`t buy, my twilight years, life`s interlude...
My twilight years... ❤
My art journey continues...
My elders taught me from day one to respect my art, myself, and the public. To treat it all with great respect and humility.
For many years I walked in humility and never bragged of my success, to live in ego and greed. I made a promise never to get lost.
I feel I have kept my word also I am now in my seventies, on my Golden Age Journey, still enjoying my art career. Realizing that it time for me speak with great pride, of all what I have accomplisted...aho
Important notice; My wife Kathleen and I are self producing, editing all of my books, for publishing for the general public around the world. We will do one version in english and another version in german for the German/European market place. We will have these four books for the general public by mid-end of summer 2024...
I had in my mind a special book I wanted to write, this is it, a autobiograghy of my life story. From a child in fostercare, to street life, to waking up at the age of 40 to live and follow my dreams of being a professional native artist. Dreaming of traveling around the world, doing what I love most. This is my story but I still have to write more memories that are coming back every day...
I always hoped to publish a art book with stories for acouple of decades. In the end after working with two non-native and two native publishing companies, I realized after time that if it would become a reality...I would have to do it myself.
So now my wife Kathleen and I have started working on this process to produce and publish them on our own. it is very exciting. Kathleen will translate all my books into german for the german market place in Germany and Europe. her help is greatly appreciated.
There will be 80 art pieces with stories that cover my three + art decade career from 1992-2024. It shows my growth as a native storyteller/artist with cultural, healing, educational art pieces.
We will have four books, art, autobiograghie, children`s book and a book of my poetry, to be ready for the general public throughout Germany and the world by the summer of 2024.
Leaving my art legacy and my pride as a native storyteller...
For over 20 years I wanted to write this book, only the title and design are different. But this is what it was truly meant to be. It is about my life story, the up`s and downs but over coming what ever life sent my way. From when I was a small child in foster care, street life or to live my dreams as a small child to being a professional native artist. Traveling around the world, learning and growing on every level, doing what I loved most.
Over coming my learning difficulties, living in a systemic racist society throught my childhood and adult life in Canada. Understanding what the residential school system and the welfare scoop, how it distoryed my blood family and my personal life. But through the traditional native healing teachings given in native healing center, I broke the cycle of dysfunctional life style that came with the colonial assimilation that I went through. I never blamed my natural blood family but the dark historic colonialism system, we were all forced to live and adapt to.
This is a positive, healing story meant for all, young and old, it also crosses all cultural barriors. I use my life as an example, to show if I can be successful and happy, then anyone can. I say that my art opened all the doors of life that needed to be opened. I got to live my promise as that scared five year old, to be a artist and to find happiness, I succeeded in both. I worked as a native dancer, artist, storyteller, both in Canada and Europe. Later my gift of writing and my poetry came, I started my journey as a author in my 60`s and I believe it is a great way to finish the end of my career. To leave my legacy...All my life all I wanted was to be excepted but mostly loved. I have found both, married to my sweet wife Kathleen Poitras. I dedicate this book to her. I am truly am the happiest I have ever been, I have come full circle...
My full circle...
" You`re my hero..."
I`ve met many in my life, I have admired and they had my respect,
You my darling wife, you`re my hero, I´m so grateful we have met...
A few made deep impressions for me personally, good friendships,
Some broke my heart but lessons learnt, life lessons of few regrets...
You`re my hero dear, I do thank you for loving me unconditionally,
For trusting my love, respecting who I am or for simply loving me...
I never thought it was possiable to be loved so deeply, I do admit,
My broken childhood, feeling alone, unwanted, filled empty regret...
Then you came into my life my bright light, turned dark into light,
Why you are my hero, the hole in my heart dissapeared from sight...
You make me smile from within, a beautiful warmth I can`t explain,
To believe I finally found the love I had searched for, no more pain...
I`m proud to call you my wife, my best friend, to walk side by side,
Your beauty within, did heal a broken man, a gratitude I can`t hide...
So my dear sweet wife, you`re my hero, my first and only, it`s true,
These words of love, deep appreciation, my hero, is why I love you...
You`re my hero...❤
I wrote this educational book because I truly felt there is huge need for it. Throughout the educational systems and health systems, every where. To educate families young or old to understand what dyslexica truly means. It is a story of over coming all obstales that life brings a child or adult who deals with dyslexica. I am living proof that one can follow their dreams dispite being dyslexic, just believe in yourself and work hard...
As a young child I was teased or spoken to badly, who I was and who I was not. I was as told all to often by all that I was not intelligent, lazy, even retarded, that I would never amount to anything for being native, I was only different, with gifts and special needs. I wrote this book for educational reasons only, to show that you are not alone. And also to educate the uneducated...
Dyslexica is misunderstood within the educational system and the medical fields. With dyslexic children/people, no one person is the same, but are highly intellectional with many different gifts. In the arts, business world, understanding what many others can not see.(check in the internet and see how many famous people who are dyslexic).
I use my life as an example, that being dyslexic I have become successful and have a full life. To show that anyone can achieve their dreams of what they want in life.
I dedicate this book to my late mother, Nora Poitras. Who I never had the chance to have a life with her, as mother and son. To show her in spirit with love, that her son is ok and happy. That I am living my dreams...
Our healing journey can finally begin...
On Feb. 9th 2024, the Supreme Court of Canada has recently confirmed the validity of An Act respecting First Nations, Inuit, and Métis children, youth, and families. That First Nations communities have to the right to decide what happens to our own native children. Throughout my three plus decade art career as a native storyteller, speaking on behalf of native children. I feel that change that needed to happen has finally happen. For many decades our children like myself and my siblings were taken by force and put into the non-native foster care system. I have always said in public; "This is not a feel sorry story, it is my reality...". What this did to me and my personal life, the damage it caused me emotionally and psychologically. Feelings abandoned, unwanted, ashamed, angry, wondering who I was and why this happened to me. Not knowing how a true family felt or being part of a family unit, that many others just take for granted. This ruling by The Supreme Court of Canada is historical and long over due, but finally it is law now only to inforce it. During my early career in Canada because I was talking about us children stolen and forced into foster care , it made both non-native and native political people very nervous. I payed a price for this but it was never truly about me, it was about all of our native children. Nothing has changed for me, even if I am now in my 70`s. I am happy for the people but speciall for our children and families. We have alot of hard work ahead of us to fix what is wrong and broken, but at least now we can...
I love when I get inspired to do what I love. I just started to write for my up coming book; "Healing the Children...". We have addressed a number of issues like residential school, poverty, suicide, trauma from sexual/physical/mental abuse, missing and murdered native women/children/men, prison system, unmarked mass graves of children on residential school grounds, etc. I have spoke non-stop for over three decades about us kids who were stolen and taken from our families.
I call the lost generations. This book is for ALL of us...aho ❤
Even if this is historical but in reality is this process may take years if not decades to become the new normal. Clearly it can be seen that the systemic colonial Canadian system is not ready. The system is broken and it will take decades to fix, to make the societal changes needed. In order to heal our children and family and communities in a healthy and spiritual holistic way.
As a child who went through this systemic system, it warms my heart but the damage has been done. Luckly for me, I went to a native healing center, to heal the pain and scars it left. But this is for all of us suviviors of the Welfare Scoop, that I feel our voice has finally been heard and this taboo subject is now in the open. This book is to educate, unvail all the dark secrets untold and to heal and protect our native children today, our future generations and those generations yet to be born...aho
This by far out of all my books, will be where I will go to the darkest corner of my soul and memories. To try to express all the very difficult challenges I faced as a child, teenager, adult. I will not mention names because I do not want to harm or hurt anyone but my story needs to be told. It is about education, to explain to others the unknown and untold stories of how it damages a human being. Everyone has thier secrets, most never want to share them or expose themselves but...still the stories need to be shared. I am starting the write this book and my greatest wish is, that it touches the spirit of anyone who understands what this process does and did. In the back of my mind, it is for my ancestors, family members gone to the others side, out of respect and love I hold for them all...aho
Here is an example what will be in my book; A true story...In 1992 when I began my journey as a native storyteller, I told this story. I was suffered sexual, physlical and mental abuse as a child, so many times I lost count. But I kept all my secrets to myself. In the mid 1990`s, I say is when all my walls of protection came falling down and I was lefted standing naked and alone. I never mentioned my secrets to anyone untill my mid forties and this is why. I did not want to hurt anyone, I knew it would destroy families so I waited for most of them to be dead. It was the right decision...❤
On my wall of honor, I made a group photo of the elders that made the greatest impression in my spiritual journey.
I see them daily so I can talk to them, over half have gone to the other side but remain in my heart. Their love and wisdom changed my life and gave me direction that traditional First Nation culture has. These teachings has been past down by storytellers for thousands of years, generation to generation. Our women and men elders are the key to educate our children...I always knew that I was loved and respected so I gave the same in return, respect gets respect.
The medicine wheel and oral teachings given to me is all I tried to do, was to pass them on. To our children and to all children from around the world. They are our future...
All My Relations...
"A very thin line..."
What is reality, is it illusional or like schizophrenia,
A sound mine no more, as altimers and dementia...
What is real or not, delusion or just wishful thought,
Is it our`s to own or cherish, is it all we really got...
A very thin line between intelligent and ignorance,
From being humble, to being intolerant, for instance...
What is true love, is it real, the million dollar question,
When two souls meet and know, feeling the passion...
Who are we to judge, to pass condemnation, also fear,
We who are no better, no worse, to what we hold dear...
A very thin line indeed, life is to be enjoyed discreetly,
To learn from our mistakes, always learn compleletly...
To think we know everything, is a very huge mistake,
How little we know, ignorance is no excuse, we make...
When one looks into the mirror, see the true refection,
To read between the lines of truth, not of deception...
Respect gets respect, love begits love, is all I do know,
To try my very best, see a very thin line, for me to grow...
A very thin line...
" Circle of life..."
The true beauty of life is, any decision we make is alone ours to make or not. To have happiness or sadness, fulfillment or living with regret. If we are fortunate, we get to follow our dreams, have a long life, have true love in our life. My life is full, no regrets...
"Indian humor..."
Living in Europe I miss the most, is our native humor a lot,
Belly laughs or tears of joy, twisted humor I haven`t forgot...
Explaining tell stories of old or complete fabrication of ego,
Old wisdom from the past or delusional thinking, tis wacko...
Able to read between the lines, is a rare gift indeed, helpful,
Unseen truth uncovered, eat your words, makes one humble...
Indian humor, we use it to our advantage, we call it healing,
To laugh at oursleves, our ignorance or anger, it`s revealing...
Now if one teases, one has to be able to take it also, clearly,
Able to look into the mirrow of life, claerly see inside merely...
The beauty lays within the joke or humor, truth called reality,
Take it with a grain of salt and learn the lessons, meant to be...
Indian humor...aho
Rita Joe 1932-2007 RIP...
Rita Joe is/was the most respected anishinaabe poet/storyteller in Canada`s history. What a lovely surprise, my dear wife Kathleen presented me with two books of Rita Joe. She hopes they will inspire me to write more poems/author more books in the future, what an amazing woman I have in my life...Danke, thank you, hyi hyi Kathleen...
A healthy marriage is work, 24/7 and it should give one pleasure and happiness and be full of gratitude. My wife Kathleen and I have worked hard and tried our best to remind each other, how we truly feel and think. Always sitting down and talking through difficult situations of life and sharing the good ones! We tell each other daily how much we love each other and always end our day with a good night kiss. We both love flowers and we take turns buying flowers for our home and each other...it was my turn...
" Took me under their wings..."
I knew when I young, was missing, a special feeling of connection,
Grew up in a different culture, not belonging, a state of confusion...
Tired of feeling alone, feeling ashamed, not wanted, I was in denial,
Deep inside, a fire burned of reconnection, I searched all the while...
When I turned to my culture, my native spirit woke up, from a sleep,
Elders, knowledge keepers, took me under their wings, safely keep...
To listen to the stories of the past, today and tomorrow, respectfully,
Understand traditional teachings or wisdom, what it meant to me...
To heal the past abuse of my childhood, during welfare foster care,
Heal the inner child, allow the man to grow naturally, I could dare...
My traditional native teachers, lovingly took me under their wings,
Only gratitude and humility, finally I began on my healing journey...
My native culture saved my life, without a doubt, a beautiful thing,
Traditional elders and healers, gently took me under their wings...
They took me under their wings...❤
My greatest achievement in Europe/Germany...
Over the years, I had been invited to work on many projects, both large and small, in North America and Europe/Germany...First you need...to work with professional people and organizations that are totally committed, this is needed. Also always needed, is funding, media, organization/work place needs to be organized. With every event, there are always the last mintue changes or siduations, to deal with...I have been fortunate to work and meet many great people over they years, in my business life. Their business knowledge and business sense, helped me to realize what I need to do, on my part...or not...lessons learnt...The process can be very exciting when all the dots are connected...
In 2011/12 the Linden Museum in Stuttgart, Germany, held it`s 100th year anniversity exhibition. My tradition regalia, I donated in 2009 was the North American exhibit representive of anishinaabe people of Turtle Island, one of many ancient cultures from around the world. My theme was; "Stolen children-Lost Culture". I spoke what my reglia meant to me as a native dancer and how it was healing and honor to be a native traditional dancer. Telling my stories of how my family was completely destroyed by the fall out of the residential school system and the welfare scoop system, that happened throughout Canada, where thousands of our/us native children were stolen and forced into. Many of our children never survived or that thier remains were ever found. Now the searching for unmarked mass graves of our children on residential school grounds throughout Canada, have to and are taking place...It was a great pity for me that no one from Canada was there to wittness the exihibition but it will forever remain in my mind and heart always as one of my greatest achievement in my career in Europe, it was a honor for me...aho
" The spirit is only visiting..."
In native culture, spiritual teaching is the education,
Orally past down after generations after generations...
We are only visiting this beautiful planet, a short time,
The spirit is only visiting our bodies, yours and mine...
To learn how to live in harmony, live with all creation,
Respect everything, all is spirit, on many dimensions...
To live in balance, with creator and with mother earth,
Understanding in reality, all creation and gave us birth...
Oral teachings from our storytellers, wisdom keepers,
To watch and listen to everything, even soft whispers...
To prepare for the other side, have a full heart, at peace,
To have loved, been loved with respect, to say the least...
To never question, called natural law is bigger than us,
Follow your heart and intuition, having faith and trust...
To never think or say, that we are better and know it all,
To do the right thing, be humble, compassion after all...
We are all children of mother earth, we all do belong,
Told through stories of time, through words and song...
Our spirits are only visiting, in the end, called reincarnation,
So learn the lessons, for the next life, with good intentions...
All My Relations...❤
world climate...
wake up time...
Throughout my three decade work as a intercultural teacher, I spoke a lot of Mother Earth and how we need to respect her. I have always had elergies but for most of my adult life is was not so bad. Until around 15 years ago, here in Germany, the world climate problem was on the news weekly. Every year everything gets worse because of the global weather changes, warmer winters, much hotter spring/summers, flooding and fires around the world, ice caps melting, hurricanes, pandemics, so much needless death and hunger...Denial is not working, storms are getting bigger, more dangerous, wild fires/toxic cloulds, water shortages, flooding...We are now in it and lets hope it is not too late, for our children and future generations...All My Relations...
RIP...
My dear friend Rick Favel past away on May 25, 2022. He told me only week before he had stage four cancer, so it was a shock when he past within a week, so quick for me. Rick was my best friend, loyal, never critical of what I thought or said. We laughed at all our sick jokes and teasing about our hockey teams, him his Bruins and me my Leafs. I was given a teaching to mourn for a full year, so to honor my best friend, I did. In the beginning it was really difficult because I missed and cared deeply who this man was to me. He was by far one of my dearest, most loyal friends I have had the honor to have. Rick was a teacher to me also, sharing info on medicines around me in the nature, historical events/land, Rick gave me the true spiritual color`s of the Cree medicine wheel, he was a very wise man. Rick came over seas with me with my theater play "Transformation" and was my drummer/singer and we both gave dance workshops after each performance, did live T.V. show in Munich. And lets not forget the pure deep laughter and twisted humor between two native brothers...
"Ode to a friend..."
Out of respect and love, to find the right words to say,
Remember the laughs or good times, in a loving way...
Your loyalty was appreciated, words written in stone,
Loved and respected by so many, this I wasn`t alone...
Your name be spoken, many generations yet to come,
Great humor, your wisdom, knowledge, number one...
I will see you again my dear friend, on the other side,
Together in spirit, sharing a joke or two, side by side...
Thank you for your friendship and that you truly were,
Fly high, fly free, will be remembered, always forever...
Ode to a friend...
Love you Rick... ❤
A few years ago my native brother Rick Favel sent me a blade of sweetgrass well over a meter/yard long. It now hangs on my Wall Of Honor, near his photo...I feel privileged Rick was my friend for well over three decades...aho
The art of teasing...
In First Nation culture, teasing is a huge part of it. First if you are teaser, then you better be able to be teased also. It shows and tells exactly what and who you are...
" Just want you to know..."
Love when you dress up, just want you to know,
Silk and lacy, red, black, all colors of the rainbow...
The special look in your eyes, the sweet perfume,
That giggle, it melts my soul, I realize, I`m doomed...
But when the lights are bright, I have to ask you,
Love ya darlin, got to know, whats with the shoes...
❤...
Kathleen and I are always teasing each other and not to worry, Kathleen can give as good as she gets...She loved these ugly beat up old runners and it was a very sad day for her, when they went into the garbage. I know exactly how she felt, I remember when I finally had to throw away my cow-boy boots! I did a little "walking ceremony" to the garbage bin, while saying goodby to them...he he he he
We were both tramatized with the great loss of Kathleen`s runners, I had to write another poem in memorial...
"I will never forget..."
Some things you forget, some you do not,
Realizing only after it`s gone, what you got...
I will never forget this part of you, sincerely,
Miss those old running shoes, so very dearly...
It is like a piece of you had gone, and forever,
A missing link, in reality, to who you once were...
So with a heavy heart, I write this in memorial,
Your runners are gone, but you are still my girl...
I will never forget...❤
"Calling the Spirits..."
Many times, when I start a painting, I am also surprised what comes...I just let the spirit take me...aho
Colonialism the great damage it has done-to the people
Uncovered...
I am grateful being able to watch APTN-(Aboriginal People Television Network) via the internet over seas. I can stay up-dated what is happening on the ground in Canada with the multi native issues today. I waited for decades for the truth to be told in public, now it is out for all to see. How not only the Canadian/Provincal governments but within the Band Council in every reservation, total corruption was happening, unanswered. The latest word the government of Canada has added is "conciliation" besides calling our people " Indigenous", remember broken treaties? I try to believe but seems the colonial system is still in tack and live today. Excuses, studies that take decades to happen or never happen at all. I traveled throughout Western Canada from city to city and reservation to reservation. What I saw on many reservations truly hurt my heart, Abuse within of elders, families divided, funding scandle after scandle, much of this not made public or buried by the media and government s on both sides. I talked with a person who worked in the National Healing Foundation in Ottawa years ago. I believe that the Federal government needed to build healing centers, every three hundre miles apart to even cope with the crisis on and off the reservation from cpast to coast to coast in Canada. He mention to me how much was in the Federal budget every year. Ok, think about it, this covers over many decades...millions if not billions...where did the money go? I said to him; "The Canadian tax payer`s need to hold people in charge accountable on both sides. Just follow the money...Here is the kicker, I am not a radical or a political junkie...
I am and I have always been here for our native children, their futures. And to speak on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of us children forced into the Welfare Scoop.the lost generations...aho
