'I was beaten severely all over my body with a strap… The only reason he quit was that he was too exhausted to continue'
By Karyn Pugliese aka Pabàmàdiz
If reconciliation has a birthplace, it is in the mostly beige West Block room numbered 371. On Feb. 17, 2005, a dozen members of Parliament shuffled into their seats, under sterile fluorescent lights, carrying mugs of tea and coffee. Canadians may think that reconciliation was born of altruism. That the government gifted reconciliation to survivors in an act of contrition. But that’s not true.