Beverly Albrecht, Survivor
Mohawk Institute in Brantford, Ontario
“I was 7. I was the oldest. My brother was 6. My other sister was 5. The other brother was 4, and my younger sister was 3 … The only time I remember talking to my brothers is Sunday. We have a Sunday dinner. That’s the only time I remember talking to them. The boys sat on one side and the girls on the other.
… Because they didn’t want us to get along with the other girls, they would have boxing matches to make us fight just so that we wouldn’t like the other girls, and also, too, because they thought they had so many rules, they thought if we fight with each other we’ll end up taking our anger, or whatever we have, out on the other girls.
… I remember fighting with my sister. She’s 2 years younger than me, but we never beat each other. We just did it. … You don’t do it just because you want to. They did it because they wanted us to be angry and to beat up on somebody younger.
My healing? I do journaling for myself, like I said, with my women’s circle, we make crafts such as moccasins, dream catchers, and sometimes we quilt and things like that.”