A couple weeks ago on his podcast, Matt Walsh took on the "215 dead kids" hoax.
Recently True North News, who has been (along with this blog) right on this file from the very beginning, just published a popular article about the "blood libel" caused by these fake claims about dead injun kids. The signs were all there from the beginning:
The Indian Residential School genocide claim, now repeated by many indigenous leaders, elders, knowledge keepers and ordinary folk, legions of non-indigenous people including Justin Trudeau, the head of the Roman Catholic Church, and ordinary citizens did not emerge in 2021 following the discovery of soil disturbance on the Kamloops Indian Reserve in British Columbia. Rather, it was invented many years earlier Protocols-style by a crackpot who has been selling snake oil by the bucketful to gullible indigenous and non-indigenous people alike for more than 30 years.
This excommunicated minister was exposed as a wild conspiracy theorist by the National Post’s Terry Glavin in a 2008 The Tyee investigative journalism article that continues to resonate to this day.
Now finally the New York Post, 18 months after they first started questioning the narrative, again give their American audience important information about Canada not found on the mainstream media authorized under Shiny Pony's taxpayer funded ecosystem:
“I don’t like to use the word hoax because it’s too strong but there are also too many falsehoods circulating about this issue with no evidence,” Jacques Rouillard, a professor emeritus in the Department of History at the Université de Montréal, told The Post Wednesday.
Obviously we're still a long ways from perfect: few are still willing to even bend as slightly as Prof. Rouillard to even say "hey you can't seem to find any evidence", let alone to a much better statement that the Residential School System was an excellent idea well administered with minimal resources by highly dedicated and loyal public servants to achieve the noble if not genetically impossible task of improving the redskinned race of Mongolian rejects.
Journey of a million miles begins with a single action of throwing shitty moccasins away and buying sensible hiking boots, yadda yadda yadda.
