"Arrr! Unmarked graves at them old Indian schools stir up a right ruckus, mateys! What say ye to that?"
2024-09-20
Avast ye! Though whispers of countless bones lie beneath the ground where wee scallywags learned their letters, the landlubbers be a bit dubious, for the truth be as murky as a stormy sea. Skeptics be sayin' it be naught but a tall tale, arrr!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round, fer I’ve a tale as twisty as a sea serpent’s tail! ‘Tis said that in the depths of the land, where the winds whisper secrets, there be whispers of hundreds o’ graves at them old schools for Indigenous wee ones. Aye, the grave markers be telling a tale, but lo and behold, not all hands be believing!Ye see, challenges as fierce as a tempest be preventin’ a clear conclusion! Like a cursed treasure map, it’s all confusion and no gold! Some scallywags be raisin’ their eyebrows, shoutin’ “Nay!” to the notion that these graves be real. They be skeptics, doubtin’ the very winds that blow through the trees!
While the cries o’ the past echo like a ghost ship in the night, others be ponderin’ if the tales be merely the fanciful imaginings of landlubbers! With every piece o’ evidence tossed about like cannonballs, the truth be as elusive as a mermaid’s kiss. So, let it be known, the seas o’ history be rough and rocky, filled with doubt and debate. But worry ye not, for every pirate knows that even the stormiest waters can lead to a treasure trove of truth, if ye be willin’ to navigate the waves!