Erasing the Erasure: On the Trail of Canada’s Biggest Cover Up

Erasing the Erasure: On the Trail of Canada’s Biggest Cover Up

by Sarah J. Webster

(Originally published on March 30, 2019)

In writing this piece I’ve done something quite unusual for me by adopting a pseudonym. I’ve only ever done that once before, in a situation of abnormal danger. That was in Africa in the midst of a civil war.

My efforts to construct the story of Canada’s Indian residential school cover up and the professional destruction of Kevin Annett have been no less perilous. I have been met with not only an unexplained eyebrow-arched discouragement from colleagues, but the loss of friends and family and at least one job opportunity. After beginning my research I have also experienced more overt intimidation, gang stalking, late night death threats and at least one “unofficial visit” by the RCMP.

Obviously, some powerful people don’t want this story told, which makes it even more necessary to tell it.

I want to point out that the details of certain personal aspects of this story have been deliberately made more vague than I would have preferred, at the insistence of my editors. One example of this is the issue of why the wife of Kevin Annett chose to turn on and betray him at the prompting of his adversary, the United Church of Canada.

The reason behind this betrayal involves the personal history and psychological condition of Kevin’s wife and the unethical sharing of the details of her condition by her therapist with the church officials who approached her in her weakness and exploited her vulnerability. The sordidness of their actions is but one symptom of the criminality that characterizes this church in practice: a malfeasance that the protagonist of this story has so unflaggingly documented at the cost of everything in his life.

With time and more people like him, the full truth of these crimes will be known, even in as closed a society as Canada. My effort is but another step in that long journey.

Introduction

Whoever looks beneath the surface of things does so at his own risk. – Oscar Wilde

I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived on Vancouver Island in the fall of 2018 to start investigating this story. Frankly, I’d been warned off even attempting it, which made me want to write it all the more. For not only is the issue enormous in scope, but so is the amount of fog, misinformation and outright hysteria generated around it.

I am speaking of course of Canada’s home grown genocide and how its awful truth was surfaced and then buried again.

Over thirty years of political journalism on four continents has taught me that every story is at its heart a simple one that is made complicated by those who have something to lose by its coming to light. How the mainline churches of Canada went about wiping out huge numbers of brown skinned children in their “Indian residential schools”, aided by the government and its courts, is a simple matter of money and land. How the same killers have got away with their abominations is a sordid and labyrinthine tale of ongoing murder, corruption, duplicity and concealment that many Canadians may have difficulty believing. Or maybe not.

My efforts at unlocking this story have been aided from the start by another simple aspect of the tale: the fact that it really begins and remains focused on one man – a disarmingly

unpretentious former clergyman named Kevin Annett.

If you have a memory preceding July 8, 2008 you’ll probably recall Kevin, since until then he was routinely quoted and featured in Canada’s mainstream media. After that date – when the government of Stephen Harper “apologized” for the Indian residential schools and set the official spin in operation – Kevin’s name simply vanished from the press. How effectively his public erasure was accomplished – along with what he had uncovered over fifteen years – is truly breathtaking, especially considering the passions still aroused by the mere mention of his name.

But to say that is to get ahead of our story, and of what I gradually learned in the face of an industry of slander, distortion and panic generated from the summit of Canadian church and state. All, it seems, because of this one man.

A Place called Port Alberni

I began this tale at the scene of the crime, the exact midpoint of Vancouver Island: a dying lumber mill town called Port Alberni, British Columbia. It served as the launching pad for Christian Canada’s destruction of most of the west coast aboriginal tribes in the last half of the nineteenth century. There are still Indians in the area, but like any of us they know little about their origins or of what makes them unique. Survivors of a slaughter never do.

Port Alberni doesn’t mix its races. I haven’t seen whites and Indians sitting together in its restaurants or alongside each other in its churches. The browns are cloistered on the two local Indian reservations or in the mid-town slum area everybody calls The Ghetto, which is sprawled next door to the barely operating pulp mill. It was the same way when Kevin Annett arrived in town over a quarter century ago, to take up his post as the new minister at St. Andrew’s United Church, which closed down the year after Kevin was fired.

Despite the calumny and fog placed around his name, people here still openly recall the young minister: especially the Indians. More of them seemed willing to talk about him than did the whites.

“He was different” remembers George Tatoosh, a stooped Tseshaht aboriginal man who’s in his sixties.

“You can always tell the fakers from the real deal, and he was real. When nobody else gave a shit, there was Kevin. He kept visiting us when his church told him to stop. I wasn’t surprised when they booted him out.”

“He fed me and my family every month outta his food bank” says Karen Connerley, a local Ahousaht Indian who attended Kevin’s church until he was fired.

“Those stuck up snots in his church didn’t like us bein’ there, no way. One of ‘em told me to take my brats and get the f(…) out.”

Local white people tend to have a different take on the same man. None of them deny that the pews of Kevin’s church were filled until the day he was fired without cause. And yet according to a retired city official who attended the other United Church in town and who prefers anonymity,

“Annett was his only worst enemy, you know, bringing a lot of it down on himself. He liked to provoke and divide people. He wasn’t a good pastor, not by a long shot. He alienated his own congregation, especially with all his social justice talk. He never tolerated a different opinion, which is why he had to be removed.”

Like the proverbial blind people describing different parts of an elephant, and mirroring the nation, there seems to be no consensus among Port Alberni residents about Kevin Annett, save one: that he let loose a political firestorm about stolen land and missing and murdered aboriginal children.

Who’s Who

I tried to speak to the men among whom Kevin first unleashed that storm: a handful of United Church clergymen, some of who still pastor churches on Vancouver Island. None of them returned my phone calls or emails. Nor did the national office of the United Church of Canada respond when I asked for an interview with anyone who could speak knowledgeably about their firing and public defrocking of Kevin between 1995 and 1997. Like the mass graves of the residential school children that he first pointed out, an official Night and Fog still surrounds Kevin Annett.

Two of these local clergymen are Foster Freed and Phil Spencer: United Church ministers in Nanaimo and Qualicum Beach, respectively. In November of 2018, they hired a lawyer named Lewis Spencer from Derpak White and Spencer law firm in Vancouver to issue a “Cease and Desist” letter against Kevin at his former home in Nanaimo. Without citing any proof, the letter accused Kevin of circulating “defamatory and false” accusations against Freed and Spencer in the form of a leaflet, and declared that the RCMP have “opened a file” on Kevin.

Apparently Freed and Spencer didn’t tell their lawyer that with their encouragement, the Mounties had already opened a file on Kevin Annett in the spring of 1993, well before his firing from the church two years later.

But why is their “cease and desist” action happening now, more than two decades later? Significantly, no-one has ever sued Kevin Annett for any of his claims. And isn’t the United Church always the first one to say (at least, in relation to their own malfeasance) that what’s past is past and should be “healed and reconciled”?

Apparently not, when it comes to Kevin Annett. For even though Freed and Spencer were the main actors in the secret and unauthorized destruction of Kevin Annett’s job, livelihood, good name and even family, they take offense whenever anyone mentions it: as did a group of local young activists who were the ones who actually circulated the “defamatory” leaflet that their lawyer attributes to Kevin.

People tend to be defensive and over-reactive when they’re feeling guilty or vulnerable. Or as my air force father used to say, “You know you are over the target when the flak starts.” So I followed the flak and did my own digging into what had first caused Freed and Spencer, and eventually the wider United Church officialdom, to tear apart Kevin Annett’s life.

My search quickly led to a letter that Kevin had written on October 17, 1994, three months before his firing without cause or notice by the men to whom it was written.

Kevin’s letter to officials of the United Church’s Comox-Nanaimo Presbytery concerned a piece of aboriginal land seized by the United Church and then resold to the corporate benefactors of the church. Such a theft was hardly an unusual event, but in this case it was one fraught with major fall out once it was made known. For Kevin’s discovery of the theft of Lot 363 on the Ahousaht reservation near Tofino opened the lid on a hidden deal between his church, the provincial government and the largest logging company in the world known as Weyerhauser that stood to profit all involved by over two billion dollars.

In hindsight, Kevin’s letter was amazingly naive. It asked that, in accordance with United Church policy on aboriginal issues, the land be returned at no charge to its rightful owners, the Ahousaht tribe. But that of course would have “upset the whole apple cart”, to quote the provincial Aboriginal Affairs minister John Cashore – another United Church clergyman – whose government was a major shareholder in MacMillan-Bloedel, the company eventually gobbled up by Weyerhauser. And so the word went out from more than one boardroom for someone to deal with this meddlesome priest.

Foster Freed and Phil Spencer volunteered. The two of them were the covert point men in the destruction of Kevin Annett. They had gone to seminary with the man and they had his trust.

By their own admission, Spencer and Freed were both chomping at the bit to prove they had the right stuff to climb higher in the church hierarchy; they were indeed subsequently rewarded with higher positions in the United Church for their ruination of Kevin Annett, Freed as British Columbia Conference President

and Spencer, ironically, as its head of Pastoral Relations. They had also proven themselves to the civil authorities, by flagging Kevin Annett to the RCMP when he’d told them accounts of children being killed in their church’s Alberni Indian residential school.

Encouraged by the national church office, its lawyer Jon Jessiman and B.C. government minister John Cashore, Foster Freed and Phil Spencer formed a secret “oversight committee” in the Presbytery to arrange not only Kevin’s firing and defrocking but the blackening of his name and employability in church circles and beyond. Neither Kevin nor his congregation nor even other United Church officials knew of this shadowy committee or its game plan.

Here’s where it gets even sleazier and more revealing.

Apparently with the go-ahead from church lawyer Jon Jessiman, Phil Spencer approached Kevin’s wife, Anne McNamee, months before they actually fired him. Spencer offered to arrange church funding for Anne’s divorce if she agreed to leave Kevin after the boot came down on him, and if she helped spy on him and purloin his personal files. Spencer also assured her that the church could “arrange” for her to get full legal custody of their two daughters in Family Court, as long as she played ball.

Sadly, Anne accepted the deal, and eventually she did indeed win custody over their kids after she’d disappeared with them following Kevin’s firing. The United Church paid Anne’s lawyer Ron Huinink at least $28,000 during the McNamee-Annett divorce and custody trial in Vancouver early in 1996.

This was not simply another sordid, in-house slam-dunking of an inconvenient church dissident. Phil Spencer, who was a minor clergyman and a relative nobod, acted with total impunity and without apparent fear of consequence, knowing that the court system would be on his side. No-one in his position acts that way unless they know their back is being seriously covered by bigger forces.

Who and what those forces were became starkly obvious as the tragedy played itself out. As Kevin Annett was first fired without cause, and then stripped of his children and pubklicly defrocked without a semblance of due process, and finally blacklisted, pauperized, made unemployable and publicly branded as a social pariah across Canada, ever-higher levels of church, state and big money stepped in to lead the attack on this lone clergyman. That in itself began to awaken a lot of people to not only Kevin Annett but more importantly, to the crimes he was unearthing.

As a colleague of mine at the Globe and Mail newspaper wondered aloud in 1998,

“Why did these jokers spend over $300,000 to get rid of just one of their ministers? And why was it all done so publicly? Who ever wants to wash their dirty laundry in public unless it’s to make an example of someone?”

Fortunately for posterity and a lot of native people, no-one expected Kevin Annett to be so resilient and tough. Stripped of everything, he just wouldn’t give up documenting stories and holding public protests about the residential school crimes, and of what he learned through bitter personal loss and experience. And the longer Kevin persisted over the years, the more an even uglier truth began to emerge.

Fifty Thousand Children can’t be Wrong

The Canadian public has been so carefully inoculated to the little matter of Genocide in their own backyard that the truth so briefly surfaced has once again been placed beyond reach and understanding. Torn and violated little bodies thrown into a mass grave have been sanitized into stale words of “apology” and compensation. We can thank the media and academia for that subterfuge, as well as the church-state spin doctors. But we also have ourselves to blame. For who of us wants to take responsibility for our own Group Crime, especially since there’s nothing forcing us to?

Nevertheless, in the matter at hand, the very degree of the official cover-up of that Genocide is as revealing and as damning as the original crime itself. The bigger the crime, the greater the concealment.

Early in his campaign, Kevin Annett published a front page article from the Ottawa Citizen dated November 15, 1907 entitled “Schools Aid White Plague”. The article described the report of a Dr. Peter Bryce of the federal Indian Affairs department, who reported that as many as 69% of residential school children were dying every year since at least 1891 “after being deliberately exposed to communicable disease”. This official proof of intentional mass murder went down the proverbial Memory Hole and remained there until Kevin published it in the spring of 1998.

Kevin likes to cite the February, 1940 report of a west coast Indian Agent, one P.D. Ashbridge, concerning a fire that was deliberately lit by Indians that destroyed the United Church’s Ahousaht residential school. Ashbridge wrote to the head of Indian Affairs in Ottawa,

“As this was the property of the church, care was taken to avoid too close an inquiry.” (www.murderbydecree.com)

The same care to avoid looking too deeply into church malfeasance has been a constant feature of Canadian governments and their courts, then and now. The most spectacular example of this in recent times was of course the so-called “Truth and Reconciliation Commission” (TRC). This misnamed body was launched by the guilty parties in the summer of 2008 soon after Kevin and his movement forced a belated “apology” from the feds over the residential schools. As Kevin puts it so succinctly,

“It was like the serial killer appointing his own judge and jury.”

At the time and during the stillborn existence of the TRC, I wondered as a journalist why no-one in the public media was questioning the legitimacy or legality of an alleged Commission that was set up by the very parties responsible for the crime being “investigated”. Or why, under the terms of the TRC mandate, their Commissioners (who were appointed directly by the churches and the Privy Council office in Ottawa) were not allowed to issue subpoenas, access church records or take down as evidence any testimony that named the names of perpetrators or of capital crimes.

Even more ludicrously, the statements of the residential school survivors were vetted and censored by the Commissioners before being presented publicly. And yet the TRC was continually presented in the government – parroting Canadian media as a legitimate investigation into Indian residential schools.

Delmar Johnny, a Cowichan tribal elder on Vancouver Island, remarked in the fall of 2008,

“It’s the same old game. Their TRC and the apology bullshit is like a man stealing your car and then knocking on your door and saying he’s sorry for doing it, and then getting in the car and driving away. After all the fine talk, nothing ever changes for us.”

Hypocrisy aside, the TRC represented a clear miscarriage of the law and an obstruction of justice. Perhaps that’s why the original TRC Chairman, federal Judge Harry Laforme, resigned from the Commission soon after his appointment with the remark that because of the TRC’s terms of operation, his participation in it would be “highly inappropriate and irregular.”

Of course, none of that matters when the serial killer is still in charge. But these incidents are also symptomatic of the Canadian nation at large, and our deep reflex not to believe that our churches have the blood of over 60,000 children on their hands. It’s precisely that denial that Kevin ran headlong into after his immolation by his own church and his casting out among the survivors of their genocide. But ironically that positioned him to start surfacing even more proof of the Canadian Group Crime.

I remember when I first heard about Kevin Annett, soon after he pulled together the first public Tribunal into residential school crimes in the summer of 1998. I was finishing a story on the toxic waste poisoning of northern wildlife. Delaying my flight home with a brief stopover in Vancouver, I swung by to catch the last day of the Tribunal. It was held in a maritime union hall on the east side of the city.

The place was emptier than I’d anticipated. At the front of the hall were arrayed a dozen older people, mostly aboriginal, who were the official observers from a United Nations NGO called IHRAAM. Seated at the microphone was an elderly native woman who was haltingly telling of her torture with electrodes when she was six years old at the Catholic Indian school on Kuper Island. Two other Indians sat next to her protectively, but besides them I counted barely two dozen people in the hall. One of them was Kevin Annett.

I recognized him from a picture in the article I’d read about the Tribunal, and I went over to speak to him. Kevin was jotting down the words of another aboriginal and I waited until they were done. Then he smiled at me good naturedly but with an obvious caution.

“Most people were scared away yesterday by the goons” he answered me casually when I asked why the attendance was so low. “We had over a hundred survivors here when it opened.”

The “goons”, according to Kevin, were led by a native man from Bella Bella named Dean Wilson who was hired by a “government Indian” Chief, Ed John, and his associate, a United Church official named Alvin Dixon. How could he be so sure, I asked Kevin.

“Because Dean backed me into a corner last night with his hand around my throat and told me that Eddie John would have me killed if I kept talking about murdered residential school children.”

That same week, I was surprised when the horde of Canadian media who’d initially shown interest in the Tribunal never reported a thing about it. For the first time, eyewitnesses to mass killings, medical experiments and sexual sterilizations at Indian residential schools were speaking out publicly and were also describing present day child trafficking occurring across the province, including in Ed John’s home territory. Yet not a peep of it appeared in the press. I became less surprised as the years went by.

Jump forward a decade to the time just before Kevin Annett’s name became officially erased from the “mainstream” media, when Stephen Harper’s government officially “apologized” for the Indian residential schools. It was March of 2008. Kevin and his people had just occupied a host of Catholic, Anglican and United churches in Toronto and Vancouver, demanding that they and the Crown be charged with Genocide in international courts.

Under obvious pressure, the Globe and Mail newspaper had just published an article that for the first time publicly confirmed what Kevin Annett had been alleging and revealing with documents for over a decade: that at least half the children had died in the Indian residential schools. And yet the same article had censored out most of what Kevin had actually said to the reporter Bill Curry, including about the ongoing disappearance of west coast aboriginal women and children, and the location of mass graves of residential school kids at twenty two sites across Canada.

Having read Kevin’s original press statement about the graves, I spoke to Bill Curry about why it wasn’t mentioned in the article.

“Oh, that’s not all that was taken out of the piece” he joked with me.

“We were going to run a major review of Annett’s documentary film Unrepentant, but then certain people objected, so that was that.”

“Which people?” I asked him.

“The Assembly of First Nations” Curry said. “In other words, the feds.”

It was clear to me then that the writing was on the wall for Reverend Annett. Sure enough, after his name and work were swabbed out of the media and any public discourse, I lost interest in the man, assuming he’d disappear.

My work took me far afield during the next few years, and a storm of internet attacks against Kevin confirmed to me that he was undergoing a classic black-ops “bad jacketing” campaign that would ensure his obliteration. And so it was with genuine surprise that I rediscovered him during 2013, after he’d expanded his work to Europe and helped force the resignation of Pope Benedict in February of that year.

More than impressed that Kevin Annett was still alive and kicking, and that neither he nor his adversaries were giving up, I nevertheless avoided contacting him. I still can’t explain why. An unusual dread passed through me whenever I thought of doing meeting him. It was also a story that nobody wanted to touch. I knew I’d likely be freelancing it if I took it on. It was too big a story to encapsulate in a print article and would require a major TV series to give it justice. And knowing something of the Hollywood scene, I knew the odds were very unlikely for a story like this one to get past the lawyers. But of course the odds had always been slim, both for those little kids and for Kevin’s efforts.

Frankly, I was also frightened. The previous year, Kevin had faced another major take  – down after he had helped a group of Mohawk elders to excavate and positively identify the physical remains of children who had died in and were buried next to the former Anglican Mohawk residential school in Brantford, Ontario.

Once again, the Canadian media studiously ignored the Brantford dig, even though it was the first public opening of an Indian residential school grave in Canadian history. Even after the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. had identified one of the excavated bones as being that of a young aboriginal girl, it was not considered newsworthy by Canadian media.

But that wasn’t what frightened me. Kevin was quickly shut out of the Mohawk community that had publicly supported and endorsed him, and he was violently attacked and smeared across Canada during 2012. Also, three of his aboriginal co-workers in Vancouver had died suddenly over the same year from obvious foul play. These killings, and the speed of the take down and the obvious collusion between the feds, the media, the native elites and the Anglican church in wiping out Kevin’s work, convinced me that the guy’s days were numbered, as were those of anyone who stuck with him.

While I kept my distance from Kevin Annett during those years, I didn’t step back from the story. I kept doing my own research and soon discovered that everything Kevin had claimed about the Mohawk Indian school was accurate, including Anglican church records in Huron College in London, Ontario that detail a master “smoking gun” plan by Crown and Pulpit to exterminate the Mohawks that went back to the 1830’s.

With the official wrap-up of the ludicrous TRC in 2015 and the breaking of the story into the international press that same year (“Canada admits cultural genocide”, New York Times, June 3, 2015), I considered approaching Kevin Annett once more. I was curious how he was doing and more than concerned that he was still alive.

What finally nudged me to take the plunge into his story was an encounter I had in June of 2018 with a former operative of the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) who has been a source for me. We were discussing the convicted serial killer Willie Picton and the disappearance of native women in B.C. when my source let out a laugh.

“Nobody’s ever going to know the truth about any of that, not with the Twelve Mile group involved.”

It turns out that my source had been one of the CSIS field agents who had infiltrated the infamous “Piggy’s Palace” in Coquitlam at the time that many street women were vanishing. He’d discovered that the Picton brothers were merely on the body disposal crew. The killings were happening at a wealthy home frequented by senior Canadian politicians, including a former Prime Minister and two still-serving Senators, along with RCMP Superintendents and at least one local Catholic Bishop. All of them are members of something called the Twelve Mile Club – their name for themselves – which is named after Canada’s territorial limit.

“Outside of twelve miles you can get rid of anything and anybody” said my source.

“It’s an old pastime on the west coast. They’ve been doing it for a century to the Indians. Now the Chinese are getting into it big time. What’s his name found out about some of that, you know, the pastor they screwed …”

“You don’t mean Kevin Annett?”

“Right. He was on to more than he realized.”

That started me on my recent search. But I waited for some time to contact Kevin again, partly because the man is forever on the move. When we did finally meet again it was obvious that more than the proverbial chickens had come home to roost.

A Time for Every Purpose under Heaven

Kevin Annett had noticeably aged since we’d last met, but he has borne the war waged against him incredibly well. He looks much younger than his sixty three years. His manner is easy and open, still radiating his calm self – assuredness and wry sense of gallows humor, despite all his losses and setbacks.

After we were seated in the cafe where we met, Kevin handed me a copy of his recent book, At the Mouth of a Cannon, with a smile on his face.

“I autographed it for you. That way when I get whacked it’ll be worth something.”

“Is that still a danger?” I asked him.

“I don’t think about it very much” he answered laconically. “I doubt if they want to make me a martyr by killing me. They prefer to try to marginalize and discredit me, and they get a lot of help with that from a lot of people.”

I tapped his book and asked him if its recent release was the reason for the latest attacks on him by Freed and Spencer, since it focused on the Ahousaht land theft and their role in his professional destruction.

“Oh geez, Phil and Foster don’t know what they’re doing. They’re shooting at shadows, seeing me in anyone who mentions dead Indian kids. Maybe it’s their latent guilt and shame speaking. Anybody who gets away with a terrible wrong is eventually driven crazy by it, especially when it involves their own Group Crime. I often think of that whenever I see all those silly church leaders babbling on about how everything is healed and reconciled now with the Indians. They aren’t just hypocrites and criminals. They’re deeply dissociated people, and quite crazy.”

He smiled and added,

“I’ve worked on psych wards. Trust me, I know all the signs.”

But why were they going after him now, I asked Kevin.

“I don’t know, ultimately. Probably there’s stuff going on we don’t see, new garbage coming to the surface that’s making the perps gun shy. Their stupid TRC whitewash didn’t work …”

“Truth and Reconciliation Commission?”

“Yeah” he answered. “Like a Naked Emperor, Canada is still strutting around officially like everything is all better now. But under that is a deep rage with ourselves. As a nation we are past the denial stage of our Group Death, and now we’re into raw anger. One day soon it will collapse into acceptance that our time is over, that there is a judgement on us. I’ve come to realize that what I’ve really been doing for over twenty years is conducting an exorcism and funeral ceremony for my own people.”

I remarked that perhaps that’s why some Canadians hate and fear his name so much.

“Don’t believe what you read on the internet” he answered, smiling again.

I asked him what he knew about the Twelve Mile Club, and he lost his smile.

“The Ahousaht Indians warned me about them the year after I got to Port Alberni. They even named the men from my church who were involved in it: all of the old West Coast Marine Mission clergy who toured the Indian villages on the Thomas Crosby mission boat. They include the same men who had me fired and wrecked my life, and their buddies. They’re still active members, from what I’ve learned. They knew I’d eventually find out about them. They’re child killers. I don’t put anything past them. And their best defense is that nobody wants to believe that this evil goes on.”

I’d like to say that my two solid months of investigative research have cast more of a light on that evil, but mostly it’s left me facing a wall. And by that I mean more than the official denial and cover up that prevails at every level of our country. The wall is in me as well. An immovable barrier seems to stand inside me, preventing me from acting on the horror of it so that I can help stop this murderous system. My job is to uncover and write and inform, but I must do much more than that if I am to call myself a human being.

This prompted me to ask Kevin the question that so many others do, seeking a clue to the mystery of how he has done all that he has.

“One thing just led to another” he began with his usual self-effacing manner. “Once you see the wrong you can’t pretend it’s not there … ”

“But you never gave up” I interrupted with frustration. “How did you keep going, when you’d lost everything?”

After a long pause Kevin said,

“I don’t know. I just knew that I had to, there was too much at stake, too many lives on the line, starting with my own, and my children, and lots of people who depended on me. But it cost me my life. That young man was killed. And here I am.”

“Here I am, God” I said quietly, quoting the prophet Isaiah. “Send me.”

Kevin smiled again.

…………………

Perhaps only a future generation will be able to appreciate the truth of what I’ve written about, and of what Kevin Annett has embodied. For neither that truth nor Kevin himself have yet received the acknowledgement and recognition that a mature and genuinely “healed” culture would bestow on its fallen children and on its homegrown heroes. But truth is the one thing that outlasts time, having a momentum all of its own, as do the pure in heart who embody it. And so I end this piece with an abiding hope in the future because that’s all we have left; and with an appreciation for Kevin Annett that words alone cannot impart.

I leave this in the hands of those of you who can do more than simply understand.

Sarah J. Webster is the pseudonym of a syndicated journalist and adviser to alternative media networks on four continents. She has been nominated for journalism excellence awards on numerous occasions. Her email is sarahjwebster101@gmail.com .

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See the evidence of genocide in Canada and globally at www.murderbydecree.com. Kevin’s books can be ordered here:

Murder by Decree – The Crime of Genocide in Canada: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1530145619

Unrelenting: Between Sodom and Zion: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1523905778Establishing the Reign of Natural Liberty: A Common Law Training Manualhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1544239610

At the Mouth of a Cannon: Conquest and Cupidity on Canada’s West Coast https://www.amazon.com/dp/1983790842 , https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JZKNDJK  

Truth Teller’s Shield: A Manual for Whistle Blowers & Hell Raisers:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1537363948

Establishing Liberty: The Case for the Republic of Kanatahttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1721282033

Here We Stand: The Call of the New Protestant Reformation https://www.amazon.com/dp/1974273474

Fallen – The Story of the Vancouver Four: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548152684

The Sacrifice – Of Family and Empire: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1727005961
1497 and so on: A History of White People in Canada or, The Caucasian Healing Fund : https://www.amazon.com/dp/1541034961
Kevin’s award winning documentary film Unrepentant can be viewed at  https://youtu.be/rCRrEqeWoOM. See also an insightful personal interview “Who is Kevin Annett?” (2013) at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AY4h3hDjOYM

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See the evidence of genocide in Canada and globally at www.murderbydecree.com. Kevin’s books can be ordered here:

Murder by Decree – The Crime of Genocide in Canada: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1530145619

Unrelenting: Between Sodom and Zion: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1523905778Establishing the Reign of Natural Liberty: A Common Law Training Manualhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1544239610

At the Mouth of a Cannon: Conquest and Cupidity on Canada’s West Coast https://www.amazon.com/dp/1983790842 , https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07JZKNDJK  

Truth Teller’s Shield: A Manual for Whistle Blowers & Hell Raisers:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1537363948

Establishing Liberty: The Case for the Republic of Kanatahttps://www.amazon.com/dp/1721282033

Here We Stand: The Call of the New Protestant Reformation https://www.amazon.com/dp/1974273474

Fallen – The Story of the Vancouver Four: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548152684

The Sacrifice – Of Family and Empire: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1727005961
1497 and so on: A History of White People in Canada or, The Caucasian Healing Fund : https://www.amazon.com/dp/1541034961
Kevin’s award winning documentary film Unrepentant can be viewed at  https://youtu.be/rCRrEqeWoOM. See also an insightful personal interview “Who is Kevin Annett?” (2013) at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AY4h3hDjOYM

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