Then they took me out and I was brought to the hospital, the Blackfoot Indian hospital and here I had, it was, it was a kidney infection. I almost died from it
Tag: Girls playroom
Even to this day when I enter this building all these memories come back to me…
My niece wanted to share some her chips with them and she said “mah” [here, in Blackfoot]. The supervisor didn’t even wait, and she just slapped her. My dear niece…
Of course, there were many rules. We learned from the others, or we learn by the mistakes that we made, while we were there, and we got punished. I don’t know if the students that were there already, who knew the rules already, might have enjoyed watching us suffer being punished because we didn’t know the rules… but, we weren’t, the rules weren’t shared.
I just want to talk about the hair thing again, and how it was very hard to… I can still feel the hair being cut on my head, on my head… and my head being shaved and having to be herded off to the showers and being scrubbed. When I got older, I was also […]
This one teacher would grab the back our necks and twist the skin, she hurt us so much. Or the ruler, she would hit us on the fingers. These are the bad ones who treated us bad, white men, white ladies… how badly they abused us when we lived here at the school.
They were hungry and they stole some prunes. They got caught and they got into real trouble.
I’d wait for all the footsteps that go upstairs. It was time for bedtime. As soon as I hear the end, I just run to that door in the playroom, and I just run.
The big girls started batting around then when I walked by, a girl batted. She hit me with the bat. As I was lying there, the supervisor finally noticed. They took me to what they called the dispensary.
He hit me with it on my arm and I thought, “there he finished hitting me.” But he hit me again on the same arm, and then, one after the other one, he kept on hitting me and then my back. I don’t know how many times he hit me with the stick on my back.