When I first arrived in Canada as a young boy, those I most wanted to meet were the country's indigenous people.
For even in the misty heart of the Scottish highlands, I was always an Indian never a cowboy.
I thought they were the coolest people I had ever seen, and wished I could live like them.
But then nobody told me about this.
And this horror will haunt me forever.
As it should haunt all of us.
So I'm glad we now have a National Day for Truth and Reconciliation.
So we can honour all those who died such lonely deaths, hopefully begin a new and more hopeful chapter in this country's history.
And finally deal with the twin scourges that afflict our beautiful native people, racism and poverty.
For you can't solve one problem without solving the other.
As for me, I'm just glad we have a prime minister who can lead us down the road to reconciliation better than any bigot Con.
And I will use this day to renew my vow to do better, and also honour one of my great Canadian heroes, Chanie Wenjack
Who died trying to escape one of those child prisons...
His death sparked the first inquest into the treatment of native children in residential schools.
It took far too long for all those little voices to be heard, but now I feel we're on our way at last.
Honour his memory, honour them all...