—and I was thinking, “How am I going to do this?” I pulled a shenanigan or two, told a little white lie—maybe—and got Mayor Susan Thompson of Winnipeg to declare November 8, 1993, as the indigenous recognition and remembrance day. I believe that's what it was.
A gentleman by the name of Eric Robinson was the minister of Indian and northern affairs in Manitoba at that time, and I bugged him for two years to do it as a province. He finally said, “Do you know what, Randi? I will put it on the table. It's going to be voted down, and when it is, will you shut up and leave me alone?” I said, “Sure,” so he tabled it and there was a unanimous vote to do it. In 1993, it started, and it just....
I just push things. I just don't take no for an answer, and I'm really expecting next year to have it on the calendar as a national day of recognition instead of just a little sub-thing.
That's the story, and I'm sticking to it. It's been a labour of love. I faced horrible, terrible racism. It was unbelievable. When we laid the first wreath at the memorial in 1992, a group of Legion ladies were behind us, and the things they said.... Luckily, Sam was able to control me. I didn't go back and put blood on the memorial. It has all completely changed around that now, and the Legion is very supportive and very much there for us.
Just give me a job. I'll do it for you.