Sometimes, before you make any plans or resolutions, before you declare your heroic intent to persevere, you just have to cry.
Inuit children at boarding school. The sign on the wall behind them reads, “Please do not speak Eskimo.” (1914)
This reminds me of how whole sects of complex Inuktitut dialects were wiped out by Euro settlers. There were hundreds of different and diverse dialects in Canadian Inuktitut languages alone, and a chunk of that was wiped out during early 20th century. That language is already on the brink of collapse (only 35,000 or so now loosely speak it).
They also took away not just their language, but their surnames, and replaced them with ID-numbers. As if taking their children and capturing them into residential schools (where they were systematically gaslighted, sexually abused and experimented on the regular) wasn’t enough, an Inuit child’s name was legit changed to something like “Annie E7-121.”
Read what you want.
As librarians, we will never judge you. We would never judge you. We sideeye those who do.
I don’t give a shit what you read! Erotica? I’ll get it for you. Obscure manga? OCLC to the rescue. That one book with the blue cover and the thingy? I will go down a black research hole for you and then I will put a hold on it.
LIBRARIANS HAVE NO SHAME. WE DON’T CARE.
Bless the librarians.