Courage and Complicity: Moral outrage meets institutional apathy

Summary

In August, 1947, Mary Brock boarded a train in Toronto. She was headed for the wilds of Northwestern Ontario and a teaching job at an Indian Residential School. Her family was horrified.
At the end of her first day of teaching, Mary was horrified too. This was not the exciting adventure she had imagined. But Mary wasn't one to give up, and buoyed by her ideals and her pragmatism, she kept showing up.
She lasted the academic year but when she boarded the train for home, she knew she had failed in every way that mattered. The ideals she had come with had shattered on her classroom floor, and a big piece of her heart, lay buried behind a small log cabin in the woods.
Sixty years later, two unexpected gifts forced Mary to take a second look back and a more hopeful look forward. Maybe her ideals weren't so naive after all.