Canada has a reputation for being one of the most religiously, culturally and socially accepting countries in the world. It is promoted as tolerant of anyone who is different. The racism from non-aboriginal people in this town is staggering. About 80% of white people in this town are either unashamed racists or closet-bigots. There are exceptions to the rule of course… my buddy Jordan McDonald. He’s pretty cool… even if he is hooked on myspace.

Since I’ve lived on this reserve I’ve learnt to resent and hate like no other. There are some great, great people out here… I really mean that too. There used to be one female in particular that I hated without reserve, because of the vindictiveness and spitefulness she gave out. That hatred has almost vanished… being replaced with pity. This person’s life is pretty crappy and honestly needs pity.

I have found a new person to hate – a gutless wimp who hasn’t the courage to step up and talk evil to me in person. What makes it worse is that I’m the one that has to show the maturity.

This person suggested in a very uncivil way that I need financial assistance from this Band for my children. Problem is I take care of my own – keep clothes on their back, food on the table and all the love mine need. I don’t need handouts from anyone, nor do I need to go on drug fuelled alcoholic binges.

And so it has come to this… I will be polite and civil but know that a quiet burning hatred will exist. I’ve long thought that Enola Gay’s target should have been this reserve.