Christina was the half sister of a university friend of my girlfriend at the time . Her mother was white and her father Inuit . She was visiting her sister in Montreal and we were meeting downtown on the coldest night of the year . We were both hiding; she from her sister and I from my girlfriend . They were both aware of her attraction to me and who was I to say no to a young girl just having turned 18 asking me to meet her to show her Montreal a bit . She had very dark hair that sort of shone against the light . She had very pretty eyes and was a bit short and thin . She always smiled , asking silly questions .
When we were at the outlook on Mount Royal , we made out in a very calm way . It was surprising how she was flinching just enough . She was very warm and light on me on the passenger’s seat . She led the way . She seemed to know what I wanted . She was very good at it and we were both satisfied as it ended when I noticed her lilting and slightly shaking . Then came the talking . She went on about wanting to move to the city . She told me about not wanting to go back and either be an addict or have to get married and pregnant and living on government handouts . She started crying . I told her she can try and find a job here but that she’d eventually get sick of being poor .
It was a formidable evening with a young lady who sensed freedom . She gave me her contact numbers . I went to Iqaluit that summer .
It looked something like this . Almost never dark . I saw a place where the people had given up on being themselves . I saw such a rich culture wasting away because of abuse followed by neglect . The people are used to their lot and see no way out . Girls in their mid teens were asking me to take them south with me . Christina decided to go study in Edmonton and come back and help her community . She is now an activist for indigenous and women’s rights . Iqaluit is trying to break out of its misery . The community is realizing they needn’t forgive themselves , for they have done nothing . They need to forgive the past massacre by the white man .
The more we remember negativity , the more we become mired in it . The only way to progress is looking forward and sowing seeds .