This is a picture of a bridge that is located on my First Nation community–Garden River First Nation. Growing up, I played on the bridge, under the bridge… I can’t believe some of the things I used to do, like hunt for worms to go fishing with or play with worms (I was a kid then too)! But seriously… worms? Don’t ask, I don’t know what I was thinking either. Guess it’s a kid growing up on the rez type thing. Today, I avoid worms at all costs! *LOL*
The words on the bridge is a bold statement but it is the truth.
I once showed this picture in a presentation for an interview. I highly recommend against it, especially if you are going to be the only Aboriginal in the room.
Note: I do not know who wrote these words on the bridge, as the words were there before I was born. They have been there for quite some time.
Photo credit to Pauline Giglio.
I think when our fathers were very young a group of them started it. And they used to write those words on the highway too so you read them as you drove along. But it got worn down too quickly so they just stuck to the bridge because it needed less maintenance.
Thanks for the historical insight & Thanks for reading 🙂
This image has been imprinted in my mind since I first saw it in 1997-ish. incredible.
I just rode by this today on my Motorcycle from NH. Live a free or Die 🇨🇦🇺🇸👍 We all need to just get along & be fair to all.