Grant Severight
St. Philips Residential School
THE INTERVIEWER: Grant, I’ll get you to spell your first and your last name for me.
GRANT SEVERIGHT: Grant Severight; G-r-a-n-t
S-e-v-e-r-i-g-h-t.
Q. Okay. And what school did you go to?
A. St. Philip’s Indian Residential School.
Q. Where is that?
A. By Kamsack, Saskatchewan. Actually, it should be on the Keeseekoose First Nation.
Q. How old were you when you first went?
A. I was 5 years old.
Q. Do you remember what it was like your first day?
A. Oh yes, I remember.
Q. Can you describe that?
A. It was a day like today. It was Fall. I was excited. I was looking forward to going. They rolled in a big old green International truck, a cattle truck. I remember it was green. I remember my grandfather helping me get on the truck, on the box, to help me climb on. I remember standing holding on and driving along as we picked up other students. It was really exciting.
I remember getting to the school. I think what really sticks out in my mind was the smell of the disinfectant they used in the school. It was really harsh. Every time I smell that particular smell I always get that flashback of having been in that school. It was a special disinfectant. I still smell it every once in a while wherever I go.
I remember getting into a fight with another little boy who ended up being my boyhood friend for the rest of the time I was there. His name was Mike. That’s pretty well it.
And going to bed. I remember going to bed. It was still daylight. I found that a little unusual.
Q. What was it like in the Dorms when you went to bed?
A. I remember the bunk beds and how all the beds were neatly made. I remember being assigned a top bunk. And I remember the guy below me. His name was Dennis. I’ll always remember that because he actually wanted the lower bunk and I wanted the top bunk. That’s how we agreed to that.
There again, smells were probably the most distinct thing about Residential School. I remember they gave us powdered toothpaste. I remember the smell of that and the kind of hand soap they gave us. Basically that’s it.
I don’t remember having lunch or anything the first day. We probably did. I just don’t remember it.
Q. What was the food like there?
A. St. Philip’s was notorious for giving very poor quality food. Why I’m able to say that was I was transferred to another school after to make a comparison. That’s how come —
If I had not been transferred I probably would not have known any better. But St. Philip’s was known for porridge, the hole-y bread, crusty dry bread, the barley soup we got almost daily, the beans —
What we all liked at St. Philip’s we all got wieners and beans or some kind of a bean concoction every Sunday. That was probably the most delicious thing we had there. Fridays we always had some kind of fish. I don’t know what kind, I don’t remember, but it was always fish every Friday.
Oh yes, at supper time the reason I remember that is we used to get canned fruit for dessert and we used to make bets. Sometimes we would lose our dessert or sometimes we would win. That’s what I remember about that. But the food wasn’t the greatest for the students.
I knew it was good for the staff because I was one of the boys later on in life that, later on, we hauled in the truck supplies for the school. When the supply truck would come in every so often, the boys would haul in the goodies. I remember the cases of bananas and the cookies and all that nice stuff. But I don’t ever recall eating a banana in that place, or cookies.
Q. It wasn’t for you guys?
A. Probably not. I found that kind of strange.
Later on when I became an altar boy my reward was to get an orange. After I served Mass I would get an orange. Those who went to Confession that Sunday morning would be rewarded with an orange. Or if you went to Holy Communion you were given an orange. They had a pretty good incentive system to pray a lot.
Q. Did you learn a lot in Residential School in terms of academics?
A. From what I’ve heard, I really excelled in school. I was one of the —
I remember going to a special conference with the school staff. I was supposed to make a presentation to the other school teachers but I was too nervous. I forgot what I was supposed to do and I failed dismally for them so they were kind of mad at me for that. That wasn’t a good experience. But I remember getting good marks.
I guess I couldn’t tell the difference, but the study periods I didn’t like. They were so long. For an hour every day we went to study. And then we had a little recreation program there which was not too bad.
I never experienced anything bad until later on, when I was older. But I remember a lot of the violence was from the older students, the boys that were there.
Q. What about teachers?
A. The teachers? When I went there the Nuns were on their way out. I’ve heard other people who have talked about them, and the first year I was there they were already doing away with the farm. But they still had animals.
I remember me and my uncle Milton. Milton was retarded and I remember we used to go ride the pigs. We got caught one Saturday morning riding pigs, so we had to give up our Sunday afternoon movie and had to write five hundred times on the blackboard “I will not ride pigs.” I remember that quite explicitly. It probably wasn’t a good experience for the pigs, either. But they didn’t take kindly to us abusing animals, I guess.
The movies were the big highlight there. They had these old reel-to-reel things and you could hear them clicking. It was a big thing for us to go watch especially the Indian and Cowboy movies. We all ended up cheering for the cowboys anyway! Them terrible Indians were driven off the land. It’s crazy.
Q. What would you want people to know about your experience at Residential School?
A. The experience in itself dislocated the children from the nucleus of the family warmth and the family caring.
Q. Is that what happened to you?
A. Yeah. The nurturing. Even though I was raised by my grandparents, I loved my grandparents. I would have stayed in the bush with them rather than being put in a Residential School. I remember missing them and the dislocation I felt, the disconnection I felt to my family. Eventually that whole dislocation and disconnection kind of built walls in me that took me years to deconstruct again. The feeling of inferiority I felt —
All over the Reserve we were happy there but when we would go outside the perimeter we would see these White farmers who were flourishing and just wealthy. Somehow even as a young man I used to wonder why is that? Why is it we don’t have anything and why did I feel different when I went to town with my grandparents? We weren’t treated with any kind of dignity. We were more or less just tolerated by the merchants in town.
That had a lasting impression on me, that feeling of not being equal. I probably carried that into all of my other relationships later on. Somehow it fired within my spirit anger. I really felt unfair treatment. But at that time I really had nothing to compare that with. I just thought that was the way it was for us people.
I remember eventually by the time I was about twelve years old I was already thinking about leaving the Reserve because I seen there was nothing there. Somehow I was born with a desire to want more. I wanted more. I wanted to experience life to a greater degree. All I seen at that time were things I seen in the movies. But I knew there was another world out there and I couldn’t wait. I even tried running away when I was twelve years old. I didn’t get very far. I got hungry so I come home! That was the extent of my escape from the drudgery of living on an Indian Reservation during the summer holidays.
Eventually I did get transferred to another Residential School.
Q. How old were you when you were transferred?
A. I was twelve years old. I burnt down a White farm, me and my retarded uncle went. He was the local bootlegger. I remember my grandfather giving his food voucher for wine. I remember I says, “you know because of him we go hungry all the time.” I never forgot that. One day me and my uncle came upon this farm and I recognized the vehicle and nobody was home so we burnt it down.
I got transferred. The police, the RCMP came and got me. My uncle, they didn’t do anything to him because they felt he wasn’t really the ringleader. He was older but they sent me to another Residential School.
Q. Where?
A. In Marieval. That’s about a hundred miles, about eighty miles south. But that’s where I was able to make the comparison.
Q. What was that school like?
A. That school was like walking into paradise. It was unbelievable. I remember the Priest picking me up in that little town there where they had put me on a bus, and I was under the care of the bus driver. The Principal picked me up and took me to school. It was about 9 o’clock at night and I remember him taking me to a place where the staff had lunch. I remember getting cookies and a glass of milk. I mean, it was the real milk that tasted good. The other stuff we had was always powdered stuff. I remember, man, was this ever different. And the meals were different. I remember having corn flakes, boiled eggs, toast, and I remember at dinner time we would get hot dogs and bags of chips and hamburgers, and a full course meal at supper time, just completely different.
Q. Every day?
A. Every day. And I remember the boys were given access to guitars. We could play little guitars. They had bikes there, too, that we had to share. Man, I really hit the big time here. It was a completely different world.
Q. What was the name of that school? Marieval Indian Residential School?
A. Yeah. Marieval was located on the Cowessess First Nation. It was an Oblate school, too. But it was different.
Over the years when I did my studies and when I looked at why things were like that, the St. Philip’s one was really trying to prove that he could run a school on a very small budget, so consequently we weren’t fed that well. But he eventually got transferred and got promoted. Father Sharon (ph.) became the Principal at the Lebret Indian School, which was the elite of a lot of the Indian Residential Schools in the west. By saving money, I’m just speculating about what he did at St. Philip’s, he earned his promotion to Lebret.
Marieval was situated by a lake. It was kind of a resort area. I remember going out to the lake on weekends fishing, going camping, wiener roasts, a completely different thing than St. Philip’s.
Q. Was there any type of abuse that you heard of there, like physical abuse?
A. In Marieval there was sexual abuse. I experienced some sexual abuse but it was from older boys, not from the staff.
Q. Where do you think they learned it?
A. Well, we don’t know. There were 2 supervisors there who were sexually —
The guy that was —
He didn’t injure me or anything but he used to fondle me and that kind of stuff. But he learned it from a supervisor. He used to tell me. He learnt that off Brother so-and-so. George did pass away after he left school, but he was the guy who used to do that kind of stuff.
We were different. The reason Marieval was different was Sundays they used to dress us up. We wore these little ties. It was a big deal to go to church and they dressed us up. We would go bowling. They had a little bowling alley there, of all things. And then we had bazaars and we could win prizes. St. Philip’s was just —
When I talk to the students who went to St. Philip’s the whole time they were there it’s almost unbelievable what I tell them. Weren’t all schools the same? I said, “No, they weren’t.”
We found out right through history, through different studies that St. Philip’s was deemed to be one of the worst Indian Residential Schools.
Q. St. Philip’s?
A. Yes. For the treatment, yeah. It was common for the Priest to have sexual intercourse with the older girls. The priest had an affair with the oldest staff sister, or one of the women, Miss Lalonde they called her.
Q. How did they know that?
A. The parents used to tell us. They used to catch them on a Reserve road, or something. You know how Indians are, they talk, you know. But as good little Catholics we never paid attention to that kind of stuff. But throughout time I come to believe it because Father Sharon (ph.) spent a lot of time with that lady. That’s where my sexual abuse happened was in St. Philip’s.
Q. From the older boys?
A. No. From the music teacher.
Q. A man?
A. It was a man. Yeah. I was the one that broke the case in St. Philip’s, right after Gordon’s, about 2 weeks after Gordon’s broke their case, I got wind of it and I did the same thing with St. Philip’s.
I became an advocate for all Residential School stuff because in 1982 I was already writing papers on what happened to me in Residential School.
Q. Can you describe that?
A. I had gone to bible school in my search for significance. I was trying to find my spiritual way because I had been taught that my way was of the devil and you had better not go there. So I became a Christian for a while. But then the professors used to tell us to write about significant things in your life, so I started writing about what happened in Indian Residential School. I remember the one professor saying, “Grant, your writing is strong. We can feel the pain in your writing. We can feel the hurt. It’s so powerful.”
But I didn’t know what they meant by that. So I just kept writing, not realizing already that I was starting to disclose in the safest way I knew without getting judged.
Q. What happened to you, then?
A. I was sexually molested by a school teacher, I mean not a school teacher, but the music teacher. He used to take me into piano practice during study sessions. He would come and get me from the classroom and take me to the room and do funny things. He used to pay me. He used to give me money for it. I didn’t really like it. For awhile I thought I was the only one that he was doing that to, so I kept it kind of to myself. I never told anybody because of the shame and maybe the boys would make fun of me.
But then I started noticing he was taking other boys and one day I kind of followed, just kind of sneaking behind. I was peaking through the curtains to see if that boy was actually having piano practice but he wasn’t. That man was sexually fondling him and kissing him. So I thought, okay, there’s somebody else. That made me feel a little bit better.
But I did confront that guy because I wanted to find out how he felt about it. He denied it.
Q. To your face?
A. “We don’t do that”, he said.
Q. Did you confront him as a grown man?
A. No. I confronted him as a boy, the other guy that was being molested. I said, “Does Mr. Gray do these things to you?” He said, “Oh no.” But you could tell how he put his head down. And then shortly after that I started noticing other boys. He took favour to other boys. Actually, during the Christmas holidays he would travel to Florida, and during the Christmas holidays he would take these boys with him. He would take one boy at a time to Florida or to Montreal. I said, “Wow.”
Later on in life I asked this man, I said, “You need to be honest with me, what happened on those trips?” But they wouldn’t talk but I knew by their not talking they were saying things used to happen.
There was a guy just before that, another Priest, his name was Father Lambert, and I remember the boys talking about him, but he didn’t do anything to me. But it was interesting in my travels, though, I found out he was Phil Fontaine’s abuser, Father Lambert, because he did go to Fort Alec after that Priest.
Q. I wonder if he is still alive?
A. Father Lambert? No. I talked to Phil about him about 5 years ago. He passed away. But he just laughs, you know. I said, “Phil, you know what he used to do.” As men we found ways to kind of laugh about it. But me and Phil became close because of our shared commonalities with what happened to us as boys.
Q. Did you ever get a chance to confront Father Lambert?
A. Some guys did. One of the boys that he did molest confronted him in the Residential School in Fort Alec. They went up to pick up a fire engine and he was there. He tried to grab that boy on his bum and he was already a young man, eh, so that young man confronted him. He did a lot of damage to a lot of young boys. He just walked away. But he sodomized kids, that guy, lots of them, lots of young boys. He was probably the worst abuser that I’ve heard of so far. But he passed away about 7 years ago.
It’s funny the different people I have run into in my work, how we were connected and how some of us could talk about having the same abuser, you know, it’s just amazing.
There was an era of shame I think a lot of men went through, men my age in their fifties now, their sixties. If they were to be really honest you would see there is a lot of guilt and a lot of shame there, and a lot of anger, unresolved anger. A lot of men died never coming to grips with what happened to them.
I’m just fortunate that this whole thing came out in my lifetime. At least now I can talk about it and I can go back to the Creator with a clean spirit and a good spirit. Because in my work I have come to find that abusers don’t really personalize anything. They just find victims. It wasn’t because of me it happened. I was a very convenient victim for the abuser and I was able to forgive that.
Q. We’re just going to change tapes.
A. Okay.
— End of Part 1
Q. It makes you wonder how Father Lambert was raised and why he thinks that’s good or normal?
A. I really don’t have an answer for that, but that’s just the way he was. He came to St. Philip’s and went to Fort Alec, and I don’t know where he ended up after that. But he certainly had his victims. Some of the guys I talked to said that he really really did damage to a lot of young men, that particular perpetrator.
Q. Do you know his first name?
A. No, I don’t. All I know him as is Father Lambert. He was an Oblate. The principal of both the schools in St. Philip’s were not like that. They were more into the heterosexual stuff, they were. I imagine the girls could tell stories about what they experienced in there. But the homosexuals in St. Philip’s, a guy by the name of Ralph Gray, that probably sexually abused fifty boys.
Q. What was his role in the school?
A. He was the music teacher.
And then they had a guy by the name of Rocky (something). He was a supervisor. He was convicted not of sexual assault but he was convicted of physical assault on the boys.
Q. What kind of things did he do?
A. He burnt them with cigarettes. He whipped them. He used to set up sweat lodges and just burn the boys while they were in there.
Q. Was he First Nation?
A. I think he was part First Nation. He was from Alberta someplace. But he was more —
He was socialized White. He had White values, but I think he was hiding his nationality at that time. He came out of the Air Force. He was a boxing champion in the Air Force and very physical. He played rough.
I did talk to him when I was a man and he told me that he never intended harm. “That’s just how I played”, he said. Somehow I can understand that. But a lot of the young boys I don’t think really appreciated the harm, all the physical harm.
When the Star case first came out I couldn’t visualize how one guy could single handedly abuse ninety kids. I said, “That’s not possible.”
Q. What was his name?
A. Mr. Star. I forget his first name. But that’s the Gordon’s case. Here I was thinking, well, what happened to us with Mr. Gray, well Mr. Star could assault ninety boys and Mr. Gray has assaulted fifty young men, but now I can understand how they could do that over the course of time. I think there were over fifty complaints of sexual assault or sexual abuse from Mr. Gray. So it is possible.
Q. So Star was at Gordon’s?
A. Um-hmm.
Q. Was he a teacher?
A. He was a supervisor, a teacher. Well, he was actually the Principal. And then I’ve heard Plinkett (ph.) from BC, how he assaulted eighty kids. So that’s not unreasonable now. Because I know White society thinks how can one guy do that to ninety kids. But now when I look at it and when I studied it over a course of 5 years, it’s quite possible.
Q. It’s possible.
A. Yeah.
Q. So Plinkett was in BC?
A. Um-hmm.
Q. Do you know which school he was in?
A. Kamloops. He was convicted and given ten years I think, there.
Q. I wonder if he is still alive?
A. People say he is, yes.
Q. What about Star?
A. Star is still alive.
Q. Where does he live?
A. I think he is on the east coast someplace.
Q. Do you know of any other abusers who are still alive?
A. Not offhand. I haven’t looked at it for quite a while.
Q. You do work with gangs, right?
A. Yeah.
Q. Do you think gang mentality stems from Residential School?
A. Gang mentality I believe is directly attributable to what happened by the deconstruction —
We don’t have the closeness of family any more. A lot of the grandparents and a lot of the parents who went to Residential School lost that familial sense of belonging. In the course of having grown up like that you always try to emulate the people that raised you. If you were raised in coldness and detachment, you’re going to carry those same ways of raising your own children in that atmosphere.
I know men who really believe that they should break the spirit of their children, to discipline them and to control them. I remember them saying, “break their spirit, break their spirit, don’t give in to them.” That’s exactly what happened to them. The whole consequence of that is men don’t know how to feel, or they don’t know how to show their feelings. There is no nurturing any more. The children are feeling that so as a consequence they are taking it into their own hands by establishing a family system where they feel protected. They feel accepted and they feel it’s a place where they can do something with their lives.
A lot of gangs are selling drugs and it’s a way of life for them and they make good money doing it. There’s lots of sex. There’s a lot of acceptance. It’s a family.
When you look back at it, it all stems from not only the Aboriginal people but all these other marginalized people who have to organize and come together for safety and for mutual feelings of acceptance.
That’s where I kind of learned it. In 1969 when I was in jail, the White population used to run us. They used to boss us. One day I figured out if we organized and fought back that would stop. And we did it. I think in some instances we changed Corrections in Saskatchewan in 1969 because we fought back.
Q. When you were in jail?
A. Yeah.
Q. What did you go to jail for?
A. I was in there for stealing cars and just being drunk. When we had a jail riot I got 5 years for trying to hang a prison guard. That’s how come I ended up in the Pen. I was just angry, outright-ly angry, and trying to get a feeling of significance. Our idols, our role models, were guys who came out of jail. They were tough. They survived the system so we looked up to them as real men. We needed to be like them; tough. They defied the system.
And when you look at that kind of mentality you can trace it all back to the Residential School. How are you going to make somebody be proud of somebody you were made to believe was inferior? Why even bother?
We’re in a mess. I keep telling people. I keep trying to tell people that we need to do something with the youth gangs. Phil appointed me to a Corrections Think Tank and I go to Ottawa once in a while. Me and Phil became really good friends, having been on the board of the Aboriginal Healing Foundation together. He lost his election for a while there to Matthew (something), for 3 years. He came on the board with us. I got to know him and I got to tell him of some of the dreams I had of what we need to do, how we need to help our people, our young men.
Q. How do you think we need to help them?
A. We need to put value, we need to get our kids feeling good about who they are. We need to teach them that it’s okay to be First Nations, it’s good to be First Nations people. We have a viable culture. We have strong principles. We know what sacredness is, you know, and that our way of seeing the world is probably just as good as anybody else. We need to instill that into our children.
It’s working. It’s coming, but it’s slow. I think we’ve only started our work. The urban centres are the ones that are feeling the whole crunch of it.
The reason I went to Winnipeg was to learn how to work with youth gangs. That’s why I moved there. I sold my house in Saskatoon. I moved up there. I made that whole circle of coming here. I worked in Lethbridge with the Blood Tribe for a while. I worked with their youth.
Q. Is there anything else you would like to add before we wrap up?
A. No. I’m fine. I’m okay. Thank you for letting me share my little story.
Q. Do you feel good?
A. I feel better. When I first told my story at the ADR process they were kind of experimenting. I was probably one of the first ones. They had a cross-examiner sitting there trying to make me out like I was telling a lie and I was trying to tell the truth. I got drunk the first time I ever told my story and I had been sober then for 5 years. I didn’t realize that’s when the whole idea of having support systems kind of started. I remember the shame of it, sitting in a bar. What happened to me? I was back to where I was. I’m drunk again. But I didn’t know what to do with the pain.
But I’ve told it so many times I’ve gotten stronger. I’m getting a little bit stronger. I can deal with the conflict now. I can deal with something upsetting in a more positive way and roll with it. Rather than reacting I can just roll with it. That’s a strength that I’ve learned through all of this and that’s what I want to teach kids, too. You don’t have to react all the time.
I guess the Elders used to tell me that as you get older you’ll learn to let go.
That’s all I have to say.
Q. Thank you so much.
— End of Interview
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