The month is May. There are three days until graduation. I am so excited to be graduating, but at the same time, I am really sad about leaving Holbrook High School. The bright side of graduation is that I have four other cousins that are going to be graduating at the same time as me. One of my cousins is named Cristoff Keyonnie.
I did not meet Cristoff until I was in sixth grade attending Indian Wells Elementary School. At this time, I did not know he was my cousin. Back in sixth grade, we use to sing peyote songs together. We sang for fun and to keep people in a happy mood. One Friday, he told me that his family was having a peyote meeting. I was pretty shocked because my dad had told me that we were invited to a meeting with our other family. I was curious to see who's meeting we were attending. Then comes Friday, we arrived at a small, brown house. Out comes Cristoff. I knew it! He was my dad's aunty's daughter's kid. We were related!
After we found out we were related, our friendship got closer. We did everything together! He actually asked our principal, at the time, to take him out of his original classroom, so he could be in my class. Every day at school, we played together. We always played soccer or basketball. He did not know anything about soccer, so I taught him. I didn't know how to shoot a basketball, so he taught me. Every day after school, he would come over to my house to work on homework with me. It was amazing to see how fast our friendship grew because we found out we were cousins.
Of course, sixth grade came to an end. I was planning on attending school in Holbrook, while he was planning on heading out to Tuba City. Unfortunately, we went our separate ways. We still talked here and there, but we became distant because of all the work and the new atmosphere we were experiencing.
When we talked, he would tell me how much he did not like his school. He told me that he was getting picked on because he would sing songs. The other students would say he was "gay" just because he sang songs. I told him not to mind what other people are saying about him and to focus on his work. After a while, I did not hear anything about him getting bullied. I thought things were going great.
Our freshmen year had started. He was still attending school in Tuba City, and I stayed in Holbrook. Things got busier and we had more work to do. I didn't hear anything from him for months. The only times we would talk were on the weekends, only if there was a meeting going on. We didn't say anything about our school life. All we talked about was how everyone was doing back home. I always wanted to ask him if he was still getting bullied, but I didn't want to open up any scars. We talked like this for the next three years.
Finally, our senior year started. It was May 5, 2016, when we planned to have our graduation reception together. We got everything ready and made lists on who were going to be attending. By this time, I totally forgot about him getting bullied. We continued to plan everything out. I didn't pay attention to him and how he was. I was too excited to be graduating.
May 14, 2016, Cristoff told his parents that he was going to hangout with his friends. That same night, he called his parents. He was crying telling them how he was still getting bullied and how he wanted to "leave everything behind." They called my dad and my dad told me. I asked his parents who he was with and his mom told me he went off with the guys that would call him "gay" just because he did wrestling. I think he only did this to be cool with them. I didn't know that he was still getting bullied. We could've talked about it and things would've been better.
Now, it is May 18, 2016, we haven't heard a word or seen Cristoff since Saturday. The cops are looking for him everywhere, but they haven't found him yet. All we can do now, is pray he will return. His parents are telling me to have my reception alone. No one thinks he's going to be coming back. I really hope he does.
Behind every smile, there's always something hiding. That smile could be hiding sadness, anger, or depression. There are a lot of strong people in this world, but everyone has a point of weakness. Once someone reaches that point, you don't know what's going to happen next. Bullying is a big deal. Everyone thinks it's fun and games, until the person getting bullied breaks. Because of bullying, my cousin and I will most likely not be sharing our graduation moments together. Hopefully, he'll come back and everything will alright.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Friends Forever
The end of the school year is here once again. This time, it'll be the last high school year for the class of 2016. Every senior attending Holbrook High School is excited for May 20, 2016, to come. It is great hearing my other peers tell me about what they will be doing after high school or where they will be going to college. I think it is pretty amazing how we have everything so planned out. We tell ourselves that everything from our high school days will follow us and stay with us throughout life. Everything, as in what we learned. The big question is: what about our friendship?
Ever since we were small kids in kindergarten, we told each other that we were best friends and would be friends forever. On occasion, our "best friend" would steal something of ours. Then just like that, the friendship we shared is now over. Lucky for us, high school was never like this. The people we've been stuck with for hours on week days for the last four years has become a big part of our lives. Over the last four years, we have grown and matured with each other. We learned the same exact thing and to think exactly the same. We grew trust in one another and decide which other human being we actually like the most. This is where our real friendship grew.
These last few days of our senior year are tough. We are all trying to get good grades that we could take with us to college. We are studying and hoping for the best to pass our class finals. As seniors, in addition, we also have to plan our graduation. As you can see, we are way too busy being stressed out from the real work being thrown at us. We have absolutely no time to think about each other.
We don't think about each other because we tell each other we'll be heading to same college. If we attend the same college, we don't have to worry about not seeing each other. Unfortunately, this is not true. If you take a look at the recent graduates, most of them are not together no more. They started out just fine getting ready to attend the same college, but once they got there, everything changed. They didn't share most or any of their classes together, and they found new friends in their dorms. Either way, they lost contact with one another. Of course, they still talked through social media, but the more they didn't physically see each other, the more distant they became. The only thing that tied them together for years is high school.
It is really scary thinking about each of our friendships. Trying to keep it alive is going to be tough like trying to keep cement from drying up. You gotta keep feeding it with water, but once you run out, it will dry up fast. As seniors, we'll miss our teachers and the way everything runs. Most of all, we will miss each other.
Ever since we were small kids in kindergarten, we told each other that we were best friends and would be friends forever. On occasion, our "best friend" would steal something of ours. Then just like that, the friendship we shared is now over. Lucky for us, high school was never like this. The people we've been stuck with for hours on week days for the last four years has become a big part of our lives. Over the last four years, we have grown and matured with each other. We learned the same exact thing and to think exactly the same. We grew trust in one another and decide which other human being we actually like the most. This is where our real friendship grew.
These last few days of our senior year are tough. We are all trying to get good grades that we could take with us to college. We are studying and hoping for the best to pass our class finals. As seniors, in addition, we also have to plan our graduation. As you can see, we are way too busy being stressed out from the real work being thrown at us. We have absolutely no time to think about each other.
We don't think about each other because we tell each other we'll be heading to same college. If we attend the same college, we don't have to worry about not seeing each other. Unfortunately, this is not true. If you take a look at the recent graduates, most of them are not together no more. They started out just fine getting ready to attend the same college, but once they got there, everything changed. They didn't share most or any of their classes together, and they found new friends in their dorms. Either way, they lost contact with one another. Of course, they still talked through social media, but the more they didn't physically see each other, the more distant they became. The only thing that tied them together for years is high school.
It is really scary thinking about each of our friendships. Trying to keep it alive is going to be tough like trying to keep cement from drying up. You gotta keep feeding it with water, but once you run out, it will dry up fast. As seniors, we'll miss our teachers and the way everything runs. Most of all, we will miss each other.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
My Mistake
Our last month of our senior year in high school is coming up. There is still so much work to be done. When I walk around campus, I hear a lot of seniors say they are just going to "wing" these last few days. I also use to say that I was going to "wing" everything. "Winging it" means to improvise and do something without the proper preparation for it. But I learned that I was not actually "winging" anything, until this second semester of my senior year.
When I first started my senior year, I notice that I only had three classes: Gov/Econ, AP English 12, and calculus. I told myself that this year was going to be a piece of cake because I do not have to do that much work. In order to succeed, I thought setting a few goals for myself would do the trick. The goals were to always stay on track with my work, never miss any days of school, and always sit in the front. I always kept these goals in back of my head. I told myself that I would surely survive senior year and possibly get straight A's with the help of my goals.
I stuck with my goals all throughout the first quarter of the year. I had two A's and one B. Not bad. I did not have to do that much work. All I had to do was wake up on time and really focus in class. The only thing that was sort of a bugging me was I didn't talk to my friends at all that whole quarter. So I said I will do the same thing until the end of the first semester, but this time I wanted to chit-chat.
Towards the end, I was sort of struggling. I was talking to my friends in class and was tardy a lot for my first hour, which resulted in not knowing what my assignments were at the time. Apparently, I had a few assignments missing in some of my classes. It was not a lot of missing work. So I turned in most of it at the end of the semester and really tried on my tests. My grade calculated to an A, a B, and a C. Not that much changed about my grades I thought. I was not sad or mad about them. I was just relieved that the first semester had passed!!
Our last semester had started. I felt like I could just "relax" and not pay attention this semester because it was my last one. Out of nowhere, Mr. Nielson called me into his office. He told me that I missed my first hour class a lot towards the end of the last semester and I lost some credit for it. He also said it was easy to fix. All I had to do was be absent free throughout the third quarter and I get my credit back. I was scared because I thought I wasn't going to graduate, so I listened to him. I was here on time, but I didn't really pay attention in my classes. I started "winging" my tests. At the end I got my credit back and had an A, a B, and a C.
Finally, our last quarter started. I thought I could do the same thing and not pay attention. It worked for about a month then things started getting tough. I had a lot of assignments coming at me. I did not want to do them because I was so used to just relaxing and being lazy. I had two options: do my work and get less sleep, or not do my work and get a lot of sleep. Knowing what I've been doing, I chose option two. Bad choice. I was sleeping in and doing less work than usual.
At this point, I'm barely hanging on by a thread. I regret ever "winging it". I have grades that I know could have been better. I have to get motivation from Mr. Phaturos all the time now. I'm just really hoping for the best.
When I first started my senior year, I notice that I only had three classes: Gov/Econ, AP English 12, and calculus. I told myself that this year was going to be a piece of cake because I do not have to do that much work. In order to succeed, I thought setting a few goals for myself would do the trick. The goals were to always stay on track with my work, never miss any days of school, and always sit in the front. I always kept these goals in back of my head. I told myself that I would surely survive senior year and possibly get straight A's with the help of my goals.
I stuck with my goals all throughout the first quarter of the year. I had two A's and one B. Not bad. I did not have to do that much work. All I had to do was wake up on time and really focus in class. The only thing that was sort of a bugging me was I didn't talk to my friends at all that whole quarter. So I said I will do the same thing until the end of the first semester, but this time I wanted to chit-chat.
Towards the end, I was sort of struggling. I was talking to my friends in class and was tardy a lot for my first hour, which resulted in not knowing what my assignments were at the time. Apparently, I had a few assignments missing in some of my classes. It was not a lot of missing work. So I turned in most of it at the end of the semester and really tried on my tests. My grade calculated to an A, a B, and a C. Not that much changed about my grades I thought. I was not sad or mad about them. I was just relieved that the first semester had passed!!
Our last semester had started. I felt like I could just "relax" and not pay attention this semester because it was my last one. Out of nowhere, Mr. Nielson called me into his office. He told me that I missed my first hour class a lot towards the end of the last semester and I lost some credit for it. He also said it was easy to fix. All I had to do was be absent free throughout the third quarter and I get my credit back. I was scared because I thought I wasn't going to graduate, so I listened to him. I was here on time, but I didn't really pay attention in my classes. I started "winging" my tests. At the end I got my credit back and had an A, a B, and a C.
Finally, our last quarter started. I thought I could do the same thing and not pay attention. It worked for about a month then things started getting tough. I had a lot of assignments coming at me. I did not want to do them because I was so used to just relaxing and being lazy. I had two options: do my work and get less sleep, or not do my work and get a lot of sleep. Knowing what I've been doing, I chose option two. Bad choice. I was sleeping in and doing less work than usual.
At this point, I'm barely hanging on by a thread. I regret ever "winging it". I have grades that I know could have been better. I have to get motivation from Mr. Phaturos all the time now. I'm just really hoping for the best.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Growing Up With A Killer
A serial killer is a person who murders three or more people. Ed Gein was a serial killer whose urges lead him to kill. Every individual has experienced the feeling of an urge, whether it is squeezing the detergent out of those squishy Tide pods, or screaming out loud in a quiet library. Ed Gein was not the only serial killer who was lead by urges. Throughout history, there has been many excuses by killers that lead them to kill.
The most common killers were raised up with a bad background in their early childhood. These backgrounds are similar to child abuse. The scary thing about this type of killer is that anyone could be called one from this view. For me, I've actually known a killer. Scary, but he wasn't scary at the time.
I was in kindergarten living in Phoenix, AZ, next to a little boy who was two years older than me. His full name was Antonio Cruz, but I use to call him Tony for short. No one really like him. I remember at school, everyone was scared of him because he use to always get into fights, so he only had one friend. I use to be scared of him until one day my mom forgot to pick me up so I walked back to my house which was a block away. I was scared because there were a lot of people walking around, but Tony walked back with me, so I wasn't really freaking out. Since then, we became walking buddies.
After schools were awesome. I use to quickly do my work then play outside with Tony. We'd go to this little park by our house every day. But there was always an odd feeling around him like he was sad or something. I also noticed bruises. But I never said anything. I don't think I had ever saw him without any marks at all. I didn't think much of it until one day when I asked him about them. All he said was that he always gets in fights with his older brother. I knew he felt kind of weird about the subject, so I didn't ask about it anymore after that. My mom saw his bruises, but she knew how he use to fight other boys at school. I always wondered why she still let me hangout with him.
One day, I saw him crying outside after school, but my mom told me to leave him alone. I remember telling my mom if we could buy him something, so that night we went to Walmart and got him some Lego toy. When we were heading back we noticed there were cop cars outside their house. My mom asked the cops what happened and they told her that Tony stabbed his two older brothers and his parents because he was getting abused. I've never saw Tony again. Not even that night. It's so weird how it all happened. Everything changed so fast after that. We moved back to the rez and my mom became involved in our social lives.
I still can't believe that I was friends with a killer. I always wonder where he is to this day. I try to research him but nothing comes up. Whenever I told people, they always thought I was lying. This isn't the first time I'm writing about Tony. This is probably like my tenth time I think. It takes a lot to make someone do crazy things. Now that I understand, it makes me sad that he was getting abused by his family. No wonder why, he spent most of his days outside. No child should think that killing is their only way out.
The most common killers were raised up with a bad background in their early childhood. These backgrounds are similar to child abuse. The scary thing about this type of killer is that anyone could be called one from this view. For me, I've actually known a killer. Scary, but he wasn't scary at the time.
I was in kindergarten living in Phoenix, AZ, next to a little boy who was two years older than me. His full name was Antonio Cruz, but I use to call him Tony for short. No one really like him. I remember at school, everyone was scared of him because he use to always get into fights, so he only had one friend. I use to be scared of him until one day my mom forgot to pick me up so I walked back to my house which was a block away. I was scared because there were a lot of people walking around, but Tony walked back with me, so I wasn't really freaking out. Since then, we became walking buddies.
After schools were awesome. I use to quickly do my work then play outside with Tony. We'd go to this little park by our house every day. But there was always an odd feeling around him like he was sad or something. I also noticed bruises. But I never said anything. I don't think I had ever saw him without any marks at all. I didn't think much of it until one day when I asked him about them. All he said was that he always gets in fights with his older brother. I knew he felt kind of weird about the subject, so I didn't ask about it anymore after that. My mom saw his bruises, but she knew how he use to fight other boys at school. I always wondered why she still let me hangout with him.
One day, I saw him crying outside after school, but my mom told me to leave him alone. I remember telling my mom if we could buy him something, so that night we went to Walmart and got him some Lego toy. When we were heading back we noticed there were cop cars outside their house. My mom asked the cops what happened and they told her that Tony stabbed his two older brothers and his parents because he was getting abused. I've never saw Tony again. Not even that night. It's so weird how it all happened. Everything changed so fast after that. We moved back to the rez and my mom became involved in our social lives.
I still can't believe that I was friends with a killer. I always wonder where he is to this day. I try to research him but nothing comes up. Whenever I told people, they always thought I was lying. This isn't the first time I'm writing about Tony. This is probably like my tenth time I think. It takes a lot to make someone do crazy things. Now that I understand, it makes me sad that he was getting abused by his family. No wonder why, he spent most of his days outside. No child should think that killing is their only way out.
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Cultural Practices
Traditional practices of a culture are customs or beliefs that have been passed down from one generation to the next. These practices can contain a certain type of language, ceremony, or a type of food. It is important to keep these traditional morals alive or else a whole system of a person will be extinct. A traditional culture tells who you are and also where you come from.
Language is the key to an individual. It is the background of where they come from and who they are exactly. Anyone can do any customs in a culture and learn its language. But no one can really call that language theirs unless they were born and raised by it. A certain type of language narrows down to the type of person you are. If you hear someone talking in Navajo, most likely you will know that the person is from the Navajo reservation.
On the Navajo reservation, there are more older adults who speak Navajo fluently than children. Less than fifty percent of children speak fluently. That number is going down each year. If the children do not learn, there will be a fewer adults who could speak Navajo. If those children still do not learn their language, they will have no way to teach their own children. Soon enough the language will be diseased. It is the same thing with any other language and culture.
Most cultures have stories and customs that are told in a certain language. If you do not know the language, you will have no idea what to do or what the stories are telling you. There are some languages that can be translated to the language you speak, but the meaning will not all be there. One word in a language can have a different meaning in a different language.
Ceremonies are the next important building blocks of a culture to an individual. These practices can help you to find out what type of religion you are and what is your role in that culture. In the Native American Church, they hold peyote meetings for many different reasons. They hold them to celebrate, to heal, to bless, or to pass on. These meetings are very important to the NAC. The religion they take is similar to many others but mostly towards Christianity. Each person has their own special role in these practices. If people do not practice their own morals or ways, they will have no idea what other people in the same sculptures are doing. This will make them lose they're ability to become one with each other.
Food is very important to everyone. We need food to survive. Food is also very important to different types of cultures. These cultures have their own type of food they make. Learning to make the food is also part of practicing your culture. The food is a resemblance of what type of culture you are from. An example is how Italians are known for the foods pizza and pasta. Another example is how some people say that people of Buddhism are mostly vegetarian. The type of food we eat as an individual shows the identity of the culture we are in and what type of practice we may do.
Traditional practices vary between different individuals. Everyone is different in their own way. Without traditional practices, everyone would be labeled as one person because they would be all the same. These practices are important because it shows the rest of the world who you are and where you come from.
Language is the key to an individual. It is the background of where they come from and who they are exactly. Anyone can do any customs in a culture and learn its language. But no one can really call that language theirs unless they were born and raised by it. A certain type of language narrows down to the type of person you are. If you hear someone talking in Navajo, most likely you will know that the person is from the Navajo reservation.
On the Navajo reservation, there are more older adults who speak Navajo fluently than children. Less than fifty percent of children speak fluently. That number is going down each year. If the children do not learn, there will be a fewer adults who could speak Navajo. If those children still do not learn their language, they will have no way to teach their own children. Soon enough the language will be diseased. It is the same thing with any other language and culture.
Most cultures have stories and customs that are told in a certain language. If you do not know the language, you will have no idea what to do or what the stories are telling you. There are some languages that can be translated to the language you speak, but the meaning will not all be there. One word in a language can have a different meaning in a different language.
Ceremonies are the next important building blocks of a culture to an individual. These practices can help you to find out what type of religion you are and what is your role in that culture. In the Native American Church, they hold peyote meetings for many different reasons. They hold them to celebrate, to heal, to bless, or to pass on. These meetings are very important to the NAC. The religion they take is similar to many others but mostly towards Christianity. Each person has their own special role in these practices. If people do not practice their own morals or ways, they will have no idea what other people in the same sculptures are doing. This will make them lose they're ability to become one with each other.
Food is very important to everyone. We need food to survive. Food is also very important to different types of cultures. These cultures have their own type of food they make. Learning to make the food is also part of practicing your culture. The food is a resemblance of what type of culture you are from. An example is how Italians are known for the foods pizza and pasta. Another example is how some people say that people of Buddhism are mostly vegetarian. The type of food we eat as an individual shows the identity of the culture we are in and what type of practice we may do.
Traditional practices vary between different individuals. Everyone is different in their own way. Without traditional practices, everyone would be labeled as one person because they would be all the same. These practices are important because it shows the rest of the world who you are and where you come from.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
How People Lose Trust
Trust is firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something. To gain trust is really easy. A person could just show a little emotion toward the other person to gain his or her trust. Trust is like the foundation of any type of a relationship. Anyone can gain trust of another person quite easily. Any person can also lose trust really easily too. The thing about losing trust is that you cannot really gain in all back.
When people trust each other, they build a connection toward one another. Trust moves individuals toward each other. It helps people build a relationship with each other. You can lose that relationship with one another by being selfish. Being selfish is when a person is lacking consideration for others. You can be selfish when you are concerned about your own pleasure. When you are selfish, no one wants to hangout with you because all you are going to be focused on is yourself. People want other people to have interest in each other's considerations. That's how trust is made. It also shows a lack of respect. When someone loses that connection, they cannot build that back again.
People can also lose another person's trust by telling lies toward one another. Telling the truth is very hard sometimes. But it is a lot better than lying. Lying can do a whole lot of damage in a relationship between two people. When you tell the truth, it relieves it from you, so you do not have to keep whatever is bother you in. When you lie, and someone finds out that you lied, that person might not want to trust your word ever again. This is like that little story of the boy who cried wolf. The boy wanted attention so he told people that a wolf was chasing his sheep. The people would come and help him but he would just laugh. Then one day, a wolf really came and was chasing his sheep. He cried wolf but no one wanted to come and help him. Once someone loses trust in your word. That person will never believe in your word again and he or she will think you are lying all the time.
Another easy way to lose someone's trust is to give out that person's secret. Sharing secrets with other people is a great way to see that the other person trusts you. They tell you that secret because they think that you will not tell another soul. But once you do tell that person's secret, that person will not tell you another secret ever again. He or she will not trust you with anything anymore. You will lose their trust and probably your friendship too.
Losing someone's trust is really easy to do. But it is also very hard to gain back. You cannot just automatically enter someone's life again. You have to rebuild the trust you once lost. If you want a good relationship with people, you need trust. Trust is the backbone of any type of relationship. Without it, you will be alone. No one likes to be alone.
When people trust each other, they build a connection toward one another. Trust moves individuals toward each other. It helps people build a relationship with each other. You can lose that relationship with one another by being selfish. Being selfish is when a person is lacking consideration for others. You can be selfish when you are concerned about your own pleasure. When you are selfish, no one wants to hangout with you because all you are going to be focused on is yourself. People want other people to have interest in each other's considerations. That's how trust is made. It also shows a lack of respect. When someone loses that connection, they cannot build that back again.
People can also lose another person's trust by telling lies toward one another. Telling the truth is very hard sometimes. But it is a lot better than lying. Lying can do a whole lot of damage in a relationship between two people. When you tell the truth, it relieves it from you, so you do not have to keep whatever is bother you in. When you lie, and someone finds out that you lied, that person might not want to trust your word ever again. This is like that little story of the boy who cried wolf. The boy wanted attention so he told people that a wolf was chasing his sheep. The people would come and help him but he would just laugh. Then one day, a wolf really came and was chasing his sheep. He cried wolf but no one wanted to come and help him. Once someone loses trust in your word. That person will never believe in your word again and he or she will think you are lying all the time.
Another easy way to lose someone's trust is to give out that person's secret. Sharing secrets with other people is a great way to see that the other person trusts you. They tell you that secret because they think that you will not tell another soul. But once you do tell that person's secret, that person will not tell you another secret ever again. He or she will not trust you with anything anymore. You will lose their trust and probably your friendship too.
Losing someone's trust is really easy to do. But it is also very hard to gain back. You cannot just automatically enter someone's life again. You have to rebuild the trust you once lost. If you want a good relationship with people, you need trust. Trust is the backbone of any type of relationship. Without it, you will be alone. No one likes to be alone.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
First Nations Women
Throughout the years, a plethora of aboriginal Canadian women have been murdered or never heard of again. The number of native women who went missing or were murdered between the years 1990 and 2012 was about 1,200. Indigenous women make up four percent of the Canadian female population. In the year of 2012, indigenous women made up twenty-three percent of female homicide victims. Murder victims between the years 1997 and 2000 were most likely to have been indigenous women.
There was a petition in 2014 that called for a national inquiry. In that petition, there were twenty-three thousand signatures that were collected, but no one wanted to hear the people. The Canadian government ignored the First Nations people completely. They thought the crisis was not serious enough to pay attention to. The issue has been hidden. Most people in other countries do not know what is going on in Canada.
A survey was sent out in the year 2004 which told the result that indigenous women reported rates of violence 3.5 times higher than non-indigenous women. It also stated the inequality experienced by the women in five main areas: the racism increasing the violence against the women; the inequality of indigenous women's economic, social, political, and cultural rights; the continued disruption of life by the historic mass removal of children from indigenous families and communities; the high number of women in prisons that were mistakenly placed there since they were the victims; and the unhelpful police responses that were portrayed by missing persons cases.
There is an undeclared war against the aboriginal women in Canada. It has gotten a lot worse. In the last thirty years, there has been 6,500 murders of aboriginal women. In the year 2015, from January to April, there has been 174 more missing women cases. The assaults are now not only toward the aboriginal, but toward the non-indigenous women also.
According to police reports, the rates of missing aboriginal women has dropped. Usually, there would be close to two-hundred aboriginal missing women cases. Instead, there has been an odd increase of missing non-indigenous reports.
The Canadian government refuses to notice the rates of the two kinds of women. Before the increase of non-indigenous women, it was all about the war on aboriginal people. But now, the missing cases of women are all about gender. The war has been branched out to women that are not native to the land. Pretty soon, the population of women is going to decrease dramatically. It already sounds like it is.
There is still not that much media on the crisis. It is taking too long for the news to report what is going on. Thousands of women are being murdered or disappearing unexpectedly. The families of both indigenous and non-indigenous women need to be heard and helped. Letting the world know will help end the disappearances. The people all over need to be aware of what is happening to the women of Canada.
There was a petition in 2014 that called for a national inquiry. In that petition, there were twenty-three thousand signatures that were collected, but no one wanted to hear the people. The Canadian government ignored the First Nations people completely. They thought the crisis was not serious enough to pay attention to. The issue has been hidden. Most people in other countries do not know what is going on in Canada.
A survey was sent out in the year 2004 which told the result that indigenous women reported rates of violence 3.5 times higher than non-indigenous women. It also stated the inequality experienced by the women in five main areas: the racism increasing the violence against the women; the inequality of indigenous women's economic, social, political, and cultural rights; the continued disruption of life by the historic mass removal of children from indigenous families and communities; the high number of women in prisons that were mistakenly placed there since they were the victims; and the unhelpful police responses that were portrayed by missing persons cases.
There is an undeclared war against the aboriginal women in Canada. It has gotten a lot worse. In the last thirty years, there has been 6,500 murders of aboriginal women. In the year 2015, from January to April, there has been 174 more missing women cases. The assaults are now not only toward the aboriginal, but toward the non-indigenous women also.
According to police reports, the rates of missing aboriginal women has dropped. Usually, there would be close to two-hundred aboriginal missing women cases. Instead, there has been an odd increase of missing non-indigenous reports.
The Canadian government refuses to notice the rates of the two kinds of women. Before the increase of non-indigenous women, it was all about the war on aboriginal people. But now, the missing cases of women are all about gender. The war has been branched out to women that are not native to the land. Pretty soon, the population of women is going to decrease dramatically. It already sounds like it is.
There is still not that much media on the crisis. It is taking too long for the news to report what is going on. Thousands of women are being murdered or disappearing unexpectedly. The families of both indigenous and non-indigenous women need to be heard and helped. Letting the world know will help end the disappearances. The people all over need to be aware of what is happening to the women of Canada.
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