History is like a rising sun. As our world gets closer and interacts the stories pour out from every corner. The light floods every alley, every crag, every paper strewn gutter. History is the great equalizer in a way. It’s like a secondary version of glory or not. What we do now ripples out into the galaxy.
My girlfriend and I went to the Royal British Columbia Museum as she hadn’t been there since she was little and I wanted to do some research into First Nations mythology, especially the section with the masks. It’s best to do that on a weekday I found out as the section was crowded and hard to get notes.
But what was exciting was when we got off the escalator onto the 3rd floor. There is now a permanent exhibition on First Nations language and stories called Living Languages.
Situated in the entrance to the 3rd floor in what was previously an empty space is a beautifully designed vibrant display of how the language that was nearly silenced is on the rise. Films created in part by contributors from our community and across the province showcase the language, it’s importance and how it is still being taught despite the years of the schools attempt to suppress it.
It reminds me of my own Catholic faith which I argue with all the time but I’m sure when the chips are down I will ask for last rights. The Romans originally tried to silence us (lions played a part here) because they thought we were cannibals with the “body and blood of Christ” bit.
As the sun continues to rise the darkness washes away. Our schools now explain the story of the residential school system which never happened at my age. I am glad to see this happen as it has to.
Faith while debated should always be respected as should culture. It is the lush fabric of our beautiful world.
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