Orange brick

Updated: Jun 1

Making connections through colour

I live in an orange brick house that's over 100 years old. When we first moved in, we did a lot of great work on the house. We put in a new kitchen floor, fixed up old plaster cracks, and gave everything a fresh coat of paint. A few years in, and home ownership is more than quick cosmetic upgrades that make the place shine for friends. We lived through the rain and snow, and started to see water in the basement, and discovered asbestos behind everything. The brick was missing lots of mortar and we realized how much work we needed to do, and what kind of investments we needed to make.


Today's top headline, 215 Indigenous children found in an undocumented grave in Kamloops, BC, hit me like a ton of bricks. The blocks of orange filled my Facebook wall, representing lives taken and exposing all of the cracks in Canadian society. I held my heart together with the words of Joe Hill, "Don't mourn for me,...Organize!" But we've taken so long to come to the truth, it feels like the government will never make reconciliations. I see now more than ever that we've put a quick coat of paint on this country to help sell, but it will fall apart if we don't make real investments.


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I had to come back and say that this analogy is of course not great. What happens to a house over time is natural, and what has happened in Canadian history is devastatingly unnatural. I encourage you to donate to the fund below.


Donate here: Indian Residential School Survivors Society