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Crow Jane posted:In college, I took a History of Native America class. It was an absolutely fascinating semester, and the professor really knew his poo poo, but oh holy god was that a horrible, disturbing and depressing three hours a week. It became a kind of tradition that some of us in the class would stop at the pub afterwards, just to be able to process what we'd learned that day. My grandfather is a Canadian residential school survivor. He was not permitted to obtain a high school diploma because, ya know, he is an Indian. This prevented him from becoming a pilot in the Forces. After everything he wanted to serve his country. My grandmother has a Gr. 4 education, which she obtained during summer in a church basement. School finished by September because the native kids did not attend regular school with white kids. 
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