Carol A. Hand
A child kidnapped from the village road –
lured by strangers with the promise of a new adventure –
a ride in an automobile, a luxury rarely seen here.
He awoke hours later in a foreign place far from home –
held captive in a federal Indian boarding school.
He still carries the scars more than 70 years later –
one visible on his hand where he was struck on that first day
for speaking the only language he knew, Ojibwe;
the other hidden – a deep loneliness and longing for the home, family and culture
he vaguely remembered and imagined during the six decades he spent among strangers
Carlisle Indian Industrial School – 1879-1918 (Wikipedia)
All the child welfare system could do
was take a mother’s children away.
No one ever asked why she always had tears in her eyes.
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