When my little brothers and I returned from the federal residential schools, my grandmother pitched a blanket-tent, and one by one we each sat in the tent with her. Inside the tent, she lighted a pipe with mountain tobacco, blowing the smoke into our hair, and making us inhale the smoke. She needed to cleanse us from the 'alien' things that the schools were teaching us.
Maybe I could share my 'rub out the alien things' with a few parents.
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Maybe I could share my 'rub out the alien things' with a few parents.