I had to share this. A birthmother wrote in response to this: http://splitfeathers.blogspot.com/2011/04/red-road-documentary-from-canada-60s_11.html
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I am so happy that this lost spirit has found his roots after living a life of
not knowing where he fit in! I have never given up the hope that one day my son
who was taken from me at birth will somehow find his true family. I just hope
that it isn't too late for us to join each other. I have always believed that my
son is out there someplace and he will come home soon. He was taken from me on
October 17,1976 from Toronto General Hospital. I was told that he died at birth.
I never was asked if I wanted to see or hold him. To tell him how much his mommy
loves him. I was just a young mother with a child of 11 months at home and a
baby that I so wanted to bring home. I never was told where or when he was
buried never laid eyes on him ever. I felt that something wasn't right but I was
to with drawn from the loss that I just couldn't bare the loss. To this day the
thoughts of it burns at my insides. I never knew about the 60's or 70's scoop
until just with-in the last few years. That is when I got my answers to what
happen. I believed that my baby boy was more then likely one of the native
children that was scooped that day. I hope that this man isn't bitter towards
his true Mom for what he went through. May the Creator bless him with true
happiness in his life now that he has found his true identity as a Proud Native
Man. From this story of this man it gives me the added hope that my son to will
find me some day.
Signed BM (which means birthmom)
Remember this adoptees - closed adoption was used as a weapon! First Nations Families, please start your search now...If you need my help, email me... Trace (tracedemeyer@yahoo.com)
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I am so happy that this lost spirit has found his roots after living a life of
not knowing where he fit in! I have never given up the hope that one day my son
who was taken from me at birth will somehow find his true family. I just hope
that it isn't too late for us to join each other. I have always believed that my
son is out there someplace and he will come home soon. He was taken from me on
October 17,1976 from Toronto General Hospital. I was told that he died at birth.
I never was asked if I wanted to see or hold him. To tell him how much his mommy
loves him. I was just a young mother with a child of 11 months at home and a
baby that I so wanted to bring home. I never was told where or when he was
buried never laid eyes on him ever. I felt that something wasn't right but I was
to with drawn from the loss that I just couldn't bare the loss. To this day the
thoughts of it burns at my insides. I never knew about the 60's or 70's scoop
until just with-in the last few years. That is when I got my answers to what
happen. I believed that my baby boy was more then likely one of the native
children that was scooped that day. I hope that this man isn't bitter towards
his true Mom for what he went through. May the Creator bless him with true
happiness in his life now that he has found his true identity as a Proud Native
Man. From this story of this man it gives me the added hope that my son to will
find me some day. Signed BM (which means birthmom)
Remember this adoptees - closed adoption was used as a weapon! First Nations Families, please start your search now...If you need my help, email me... Trace (tracedemeyer@yahoo.com)
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