Everyone closed their eyes to the transition.

My grandmother died of depression because she could not take the transition.

We were moved from place to place like cattle.

When they built the town, they wanted us all to leave.

There was something going on on Naskapi land so the government sent them here like refugees.

When you go hunting you feel good, but when you are on the reserve you are locked in with a lot of problems.

My father came to work here first and sent money for us to come. He never took lunch to work – he left it for us because we were too poor – there were 15 children.

My father worked in the mine pushing a broom.

We are all locked in – whenever you start something, the government tries to interfere.

I can see a lot of changes in the values and lifestyles of people – changes in attitude, lack of respect towards themselves. I see a bleak future because people don’t have values.

I had a hard, hard childhood – my dad died and my mum had to cope alone – she turned to alcohol but she did teach us values. I had to be responsible for my young sister and brothers.

I worked in the mine but we were unskilled labour and did not have certificates. The good jobs were reserved for white people.

The mine disturbs the environment – it is not safe. Someone will fall into the holes left – some are as big as 600 feet. Our environment is destroyed.

The last hunters became very disciplined working people in the mine.

All you hear on the radio is bingo.