In which the author moves to Saskatoon and removes the Last Spike
Brilliant. Me? 1979, Saskatoon. Dark evenings on 20th Street, white boys screaming insults at native women, even girls, as they roared by in pickups. A bar on 20th Street where I watched seedy, overweight white men squiring stuperous, self-anesthetized, much younger native women. Worst overt racism I have ever seen. Such a good post, Michael.