Tearing Down The Building
Hefting an eight-kilogram sledgehammer in his weathered hands, Guno plunged it into the building’s outer husk three times, uttering the names of former students with each swing: Allan Clayton. Dan Guno. His late brother Larry.
“This was more therapeutic than any counseling or treatment centre I’ve tried,” Guno said.In a separate essay, Wawmeesh writes:
I thought about my parents, who attended the school in the 1930s. They never lived to see this day. My father died when I was six, and my mother last December.
My mother only spoke about one residential school experience: seeing children rummage through the garbage for something to eat. The abuses wrought in the schools were universal though, and I imagine they never escaped it.