The following stories recount some of the problems and hardships that the Inuit have had to face over the years some, unfortunately, are more terrible than others.
My name is Siasi Grey and my disc number is E8-807. I have a story to tell. Betsy Annahatak and I were taken as cooks for the tourist fishing camp located at the end of Payne Bay. The place is called Argiak (the source of the river).
We were in the kitchen at 6 o’clock serving meals to the guests this evening. When they finished they left in 6 canoes. After Betsy and I had cleaned the kitchen, Betsy took a walk down the banks of the river. When she came back she settled down to read a Taqralik magazine outdoors.
I then went for a walk down to where Betsy had been, only closer. As I was coming back, I was walking near the tent where the canoeist slept. There are four tents and this tent is located furthest from the shore. As I was walking by it I saw a black bear! When I saw it I ran to the tents which were not far away. My boot came off but I left it behind! The bear was very close. When I went in the tent I immediately told Betsy about it and she asked “A bear?” I said, “Yes.” Then she asked me if it was close and I just answered, “Yes.”
The bear did not appear for a long time. The skin of its cub was drying outside. When the bear saw it she was very close, then it started coming towards us. There were two large windows.
I told Betsy to bang the frying pans together. There were four frying pans. Just as the bear was entering the door it turned around and ran away, but it did not go away for about half an hour.
I did not go out of the tent until the canoes came back. This happened the day before yesterday, on the 14th.
That’s it. This is Siasi Grey and Betsy Annahatak, daughter of Sam Willie. Put this in Taqralik.
(Taqralik, October 1978, page 7)
My name is Anysie Roger which is a fictitious name given to me at the St-Vincent de Paul crèche. I was born on September 25, 1957 through cesarean and was adopted on February 18, 1958 at the age of 5 months. I am now looking for my biological mother.
Mr. Minister, I would like to know if you ever pondered the fact that there are many unmarried mothers who lost their child to adoption although they have never signed any official papers for that purpose. Often, children were adopted before the age of six months, which is against the law.
Have you ever thought of the misfortune caused to the mother. Those mothers that did not sign the abandon papers often had the intention of getting back their child as soon as their personal, financial, and social situation would get better. Those mothers were robbed of their children. Have you also thought about the concerned children? Do you know how it hurts to live without knowing your mother, especially when you know that she would have liked to be near you.
I would appreciate if you could settle all the injustices that affected the concerned mothers as fast as possible. We have the right to justice as much as any citizen in Quebec.
I hope Mr. Minister, that you will take these facts into account.
If any of the readers happen to know my biological mother, please write to:
Anysie Roger, Victim of injustice.
(Taqralik, May 1983, page 1)