No Reconciliation Without Truth with Monika Schaefer

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No Reconciliation Without Truth
8 November 2025
by Monika Schaefer
Truth and Reconciliation is an expression well known not just in relation to South Africa, but in Canada as well, over the last couple of decades. On the 7th of November, 2025, I did a one-woman protest action in front of the community centre in my little hometown in north-eastern British Columbia, where there was a large gathering of Aboriginal folks from other areas of this province. There are many names for the Aboriginal peoples of Canada. They generally have been called Indians, or they are referred to as Native, Indigenous, or First Nations (which they are NOT, but that is a whole other topic). Before relating to you my little event, some background to Truth and Reconciliation in Canada is necessary.
The Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada (TRC) was established in 2008, and the final report of the seven-year process of gathering testimonies all across the country from thousands of people associated with the Indian Residential School (IRS) system was published in 2015. Many recommendations were made as a result of the TRC.

This 75-minute video has valuable reference material with regards to UNDRIP (United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples) and the graves story.

On May 27, 2021, the Kamloops Indian band announced to the world that they had discovered 215 unmarked graves at the site of the former Indian Residential School in Kamloops. Headlines quickly turned to “mass graves” and flags were lowered to half mast, remaining there for the longest period in Canadian history during peace-time. The anti-White hatred went into super-charge, and White guilt took on whole new dimensions. We are no longer just “colonizers” or “settlers” who “stole the land”, but now we are being called “uninvited guests” in the country that our ancestors built. Court cases are currently causing all kinds of uncertainty about the status of people’s private property, some public areas such as provincial parks are being declared off-limits to non-native people during certain periods of time, and streets and plazas are being renamed to names which nobody can pronounce. Over 100 churches were burnt or vandalized during the year following that announcement, but that was “understandable” according to then Prime Minister of Canada Justin Trudeau.

The only trouble with the Kamloops unmarked graves story is that none of these so-called graves have been investigated. The original claim was made after ground-penetrating radar found anomalies. Nothing has been excavated, in spite of 12 million dollars having been given to the Kamloops band specifically to investigate the graves. Why have they not done any digging? I have heard them say that the spirits should not be disturbed, and that they would rather carry out ceremonies to guide the children’s spirits home. However, could it be that they, the Natives, simply do not want to dig, because they fear they will not find any skeletons? Could those anomalies detected by the ground penetrating radar be old tree roots from the orchard? or old septic field lines? How can we know, if nobody digs?

I have been talking quite a lot about these issues over the past few years, as it concerns me greatly that we in Canada are being accused of having committed genocide, and laws have even been introduced which, if passed, will land you in jail for questioning these graves or for questioning their atrocity stories about the schools or for saying anything positive about the schools. This sounds very much like the Holocaust denial laws! Even the language is similar – “Residential School Denial” – that is what they are in the process of criminalizing.

In these “the Flipside with Monika” broadcasts on RBN the Republic Broadcasting Network, here, here, here, and here, this was the main topic. Also, these interviews with Jim Rizoli, here and here.

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The above background gives context to my little action. I made a two-sided sign, and strolled along the public side-walk in front of the community centre with my sign. The action lasted about 45 minutes. The photo here was taken on the edge of town, before going on location.

Just four words. No Reconciliation without Truth. Does that sound offensive to you, dear reader? Are there any problems there? Is it logical? Can we have reconciliation without truth?

Likely you think, why on earth is she asking these silly questions. The answers are self-evident are they not? Well, evidently, some people do get very offended, and I witnessed it first hand.

The other side of the sign also had just four words: Unmarked Graves?? Evidence Please!!

Here is a quick summary of some of my encounters today. I wish I had had a videographer along to document the whole event, but here it is from memory.

The first Native man who saw me (I’ll call him Man#1) approached with a big smile on his face and thumbs up. I expressed my delight that he liked my sign. I had the “no reconciliation without truth” side facing him. He liked it a lot. I then showed him the other side with “unmarked graves?? evidence please!!” and he really liked that too. He was beaming ear-to-ear. Again I expressed my joy that he was with me on these simple but important messages. He asked if he could give me a hug, and of course I accepted his big bear-hug. This was such a heart-warming start to my little action.

Over to my left I could see that people were peering curiously at us from the other side of the glass windows of the entrance lobby. People were milling about, walking in and out of the doors, as well as going to and fro, between the Legion across the street where some of their activities were taking place, and the community centre. Children were playing off to one side near the big wall tent that the organizers had set up next to the building. The children saw me and they waved and smiled. I waved and smiled back. It was all very pleasant. Alas, that was about to change.

From the entrance lobby, a Native man (I’ll call him Man#2) came marching over to me, and looked my sign up and down (the “Truth” side) and demanded in a hostile tone, “what are you doing here?! what is this?! why are you here?!” I simply responded by pointing at the message and saying that it was important to have truth in order to have reconciliation. I do not remember his precise words back, but something to the effect of “What! Your truth!? What are you talking about?!” He was clearly VERY offended by those four words, “no reconciliation without truth”.

I calmly turned the sign to show him the other side, and asked if there was evidence to support the unmarked graves story. I told him that I was interested in seeing evidence. His hostility grew. I was regaled with

“We have our memories! We have our stories – these things happened! We have Elders and – are you accusing them all of being liars?!?!”

This he practically screamed in my face. At some point during his ranting and raving, I couldn’t help but to chuckle a little, and that really got him hopping mad!

“And you are laughing at us!”

When things were calmer again, I asked why do they not use the money that the government gave to them, earmarked for the investigation, and do an excavation and find the evidence. He was extremely hostile in response to that suggestion. He repeatedly talked about their memories and their stories, and demanded an answer from me regarding his accusation that we are calling the Elders and the “survivors” all liars if we do not believe them. This discussion was clearly going nowhere.

Man#1 was still standing there next to Man#2, and he was looking bewildered and uncomfortable. I told Man#2 that this man (motioning towards Man#1) had really liked my sign and had given me a hug, and had no hostility towards me at all. Then Man#1 stammered that he hadn’t really understood my meaning, but he couldn’t explain what he meant by that. He was now siding with Man#2, but was clearly confused. He was not overtly hostile at all, just had a very troubled look on his face. At this point I must say I felt sorry for him.

Man#2 took his cell phone out to take a picture of me in an intimidating manner as though he expected that I should want to run and hide from his desire to document my presence. I think I took a bit of the wind out of his sail when I stood proud, and smiled beside my sign, posing for the photo. and said,

“I’m proud of my sign.”

After he snapped the photo, I turned the sign to show the other side and posed again with an even bigger smile.

What I witnessed happening there between Man#1 and Man#2 was a small but extremely important example of how “group think” works, and how peer pressure will affect people’s perceptions, memories, feelings, the very way that they think and behave. The video linked above – and here again – is called ‘UNDRIP and the Graves. Reference Material‘. In it, there is a description of the TRC sign which was prominently displayed at the entrance of the hearing rooms as the IRS testimonials were gathered across Canada. That sign would set the stage for the participants, suggesting that these schools were terrible places, where terrible things happened. There is little doubt that this would have had a dampening effect on anyone who might possibly have wanted to tell about their positive experiences, and it would certainly have helped them “remember”, even if by hearsay, that these were terrible places. That specific topic discussion beginning at approximately minute 9 in the video lasts for about six minutes. (Incidentally, immediately following that section, comes an interesting fact about Robert Carney, the father of the current Prime Minister. This video was made before Mark Carney became PM.) The entire video is well worth the hour and a quarter to watch, but if you are strapped for time, you might like to check out those bits, especially in relation to the peer pressure which I just described above.

Back to my little action. Other Natives started coming over to take a closer look. Many short conversations took place. Some just told me that I was not welcome there and that I was trespassing and should go away. I responded that I was on public property and had no intention of interfering with their event or activities. Some talked with me, but none were friendly like Man#1. I pointed out to the growing throng that they were being instrumentalized by the government who was actually at war against the Caucasian Race, and that they were being used as instruments of that war. The government was trying to divide us all and get us all to hate one another, I told them. I explained that they would not likely be better off with the replacement population who were being brought into the country.

One native fellow accompanied a woman who passed closely by me and loudly sputtered that he was there to protect her from my verbal abuse. I smiled at them.

An elderly native woman approached me with her walker and with glowering eyes told me that she attended the Kamloops school! She paused in such a way as though awaiting my shocked gasp, like as if she had just told me she got struck by a fire-breathing dragon. When the expected gasp of horror did not come, she continued,

“there was abuse there!”

I asked her why the Indian band had lobbied the government to keep the school open when it was to be closed. I also asked her why so many former students attended the school reunion several years after the school closed. Would they really have wanted to attend a joyful reunion if it was such a traumatic – and genocidal – place?

Several Natives accosted me with statements like “there are chiiiillllldren here!” drawing out that word in such a dire tone, that a blind passerby might have thought I was engaging in a violent freak show or perhaps pornography! [Oh, but wait, a pornographic display might have been okay with them, given what is being fed to our children (presumably their children too) right in the public schools – but I digress.]

A White woman walked by and practically spit her words at me “you are a HATER!”

A White man was the most upset of all, and he just yelled at me.

“We stole their land! And my wife was a 60’s scoop baby! We stole their land! And then we stole their babies! And we’re still stealing their babies!”

I told him (or tried to speak in between his outbursts, at least for the benefit of other people nearby who might have been listening) that I personally know a “60’s scoop” woman who is very grateful that she was adopted and raised by a White family, because she was aware that she had a much better upbringing than she could ever have had with her biological family, who were completely dysfunctional. She was doing very well in life, because of her loving adoptive family, who happened to raise her with a deep appreciation and knowledge of her people and their traditions and culture. Does that sound like it was genocide? Why would White families adopt these children that are in precarious situations, where perhaps the parents are either absent or drunk or abusive? Could it be because our people care?

Another sidebar: I personally know of several White families who have adopted native children who came out of terrible circumstances, and in each and every case the adopting family did it out of love and care. These children were not stolen! And in many cases these loving White families are rewarded for their care with life-long difficulties associated with their FAS-affected (Fetal Alcohol Syndrome) adopted children. That is of course blamed on the “evil White man” as well. They will blame the parents’ alcoholism on their school experiences, and that they are “survivors”.

When does the blaming stop, and when should a people assume responsibility? Do the German people assume victimhood status and whine to the world about being bombed and burned during that long war also known as WW1 and WW2? No! Instead, the Germans are industrious and are still paying reparations to a certain group of people who are ALWAYS the victim while perpetrating war and destruction and genocide on others, and if we notice, then we are called anti-semitic. But I digress again.

I will never say that there was never an abuse. Of course not, because one cannot say that about any institution or any group or any school! But systemic abuse? Genocide? Murder? Secret burials by night? These are serious allegations, and it behooves us to demand evidence, and it behooves the accusers to provide that evidence. Thus far, there has been obfuscation and non-stop wailing about the evil White man and multi-generational trauma.

About those children who were allegedly being traumatized by my mere presence, I must say, the cheerful and carefree smiles and waves were a most interesting display of trauma. They did not even run away when I smiled and waved back. I cannot help but wonder if the trauma inflicted upon those sweet innocent children was to come afterwards when their elders would have corralled them into their meeting spaces and infected them with the victim mentality that pervades their entire existence these days. Perhaps THAT is, in reality, the multi-generational trauma of which they speak.

It was no surprise at all to me, when the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) showed up after about 25 minutes, as I could see that several people were glancing furtively back and forth, over at me and then down on their phones, punching numbers. It was not hard to guess that they were calling the police. I fully expected them to arrive at any minute, and I had no intention of running away. When the police did finally arrive on the scene, I greeted them cordially. They asked what my purpose was and why I was there, and I pointed at my sign, the messages, affirming to them that I was on public property, and asked them if what I was doing was illegal. Basically they had to show up because they were called. Fine. One of them went over to the group of Indians there, and the other stood near me and said nothing at that point. He simply had to keep watch, while the other officer went over to the complainants and talked with them. I could hear one of the Natives telling the officer in dramatic fashion that there were children here and that I was a threat to them.

When the two officers were back together again in my presence, we had a nice little chat. I was forthright with my messages on the sign. They simply told me that they did not want any problems, and they were there because they had received the calls from these Natives. Of course I was not causing any problems. I was on the sidewalk. Nobody has to pay attention to me on the sidewalk if they don’t want to.

We carried on the discussion. I even told them openly that many people advise that one should never talk to the cops in a situation like this, but I told them that I do talk to them because I consider them to be actual people too. I mentioned that surely they are noticing that there is a war against our people (and this included them as they were both Caucasian men). I mentioned to them about the Hate Crimes unit visiting me just over two years ago, (article here) because of an anonymous complaint about contents on the Truth and Justice for Germans Society website. I told them that I do a lot of interviews and shows and broadcasts online, and work very hard at getting the truth out there. I gave them my business card which contains my websites and social media and my weekly radio show on the Republic Broadcasting Network.

At some point during our discussion I assured them that I was not planning on staying here all night, and it was going to be dark soon anyway. They were visibly relieved! I think that they had been quite concerned with how they would handle the situation about my unwanted presence there, while clearly I was not breaking any laws. Now they would not have to grapple with that dilemma any more. We moved a few steps over and I put the sign in my car.

Then I told them an important part of my background, and that is about my upbringing in a family who loved the natives. I explained why my parents immigrated to Canada, to go live among the Eskimos in the far north, which they did in the 1950’s. Later, our home in Edmonton where I grew up was full of Inuit art which my father had purchased from soapstone carvers and print makers. We often had visitors from the north staying with us in Edmonton, and we loved the natives! That is an important part of my background, I told them, because they needed to know that I come from a place of love, not hate. However, I despise the lie. I hate the lie.

Lastly, I told them that soon we could go to jail for the words on my sign. With broad smiles they assured me that I was NOT going to jail that night. With an equally broad smile I said I was happy about that, however, this is becoming seriously problematic, referring to the laws which are being drafted.

Indeed, the MP from Winnipeg Centre has re-introduced her “Residential School Denial” law into the House of Commons. Dear reader, you can view her announcement here.

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On a completely unrelated topic, I must make a brief comment about the ostrich “cull” which culminated the same day as my little action above, and so it is timely.

Ostriches on the Universal Ostrich Farm near Edgewood BC were killed the evening of November 6th into the morning of November 7th, 2025. This was an 11-month battle, after some of the ostriches died from illness in December 2024. The remainder of the flock recovered and was healthy ever since. The Canadian Food Inspection Agency (CFIA) deemed it necessary to kill (they say “cull”) the flock to “stop the spread” as they say.

I say that is about as logical as murdering all the remaining villagers in a town where some of their people died last winter, in order that these healthy people don’t spread whatever it was that made some of their friends die a year ago.

Thank you for reading.