When I post this it should be fun...

This is white privilege. A facebook post. I love you my friend x

Lazing in bed I notice my dear friend a beautiful Elder who introduced me to Chief Robert Joseph and other " indian" residential school survivors at the 20 yr IRSSS anniversary event posted this game . She helps me speak out on this horrid history. I have a look at her post and freeze... When she posts this game on how friends met her she receives messages from her (colonial prison) schoolfriends on how they met and it is heartbreaking to read. I am grateful witnessing her IRSSS work is how I met her. I don't usually do these posts but indigenous lives matter and this example, it explains white privilege well.
The original post FUN GAME:-
Those of you who are also in isolation, home quarantine or quarantined somewhere else and who have known me in some way, no matter what stage in my life, surely know a little about me. Maybe we’re not linked anymore, but I want to believe that we are. I decided to participate in a social experiment called “A meeting with friends.” The idea is to see who reads my post without a photo, as we are so immersed in images, that any concentration in reading is appropriated. If no one reads this post it will be a short social experiment. If you read to the end, I want you to write a word that connects you to me. For example, a place, an object, a person, or a moment that brings us back to our past or current relationship. After, as the experiment dictates, copy the text and paste on your wall. I’ll go to your wall to leave a note that connects me to you. Please don’t comment on this post if you don’t have time to copy the post, it will ruin the experiment. Gratitude! Just as you remember people, people remember you too. This should be fun





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