The Importance of a Forgiving Heart: The Bill Williams Story - Digitally Remastered Reduced Video
The Importance of a Forgiving Heart: The Bill Williams Story
At 3 years old I was taken out of my home and brought to residential school. When they took me out they didn't even know that I was born with club feet and deaf in both ears. While I was in residential school I remember kicking the principal in the shins and saying I wanted to go home. The principal looks at me in fierce anger, he grabs my arm drags me to the basement door. He looks at me and puts his hand on my back and pushes me down the steps. Not to discipline me, but in hopes of killing me. The principal runs down the steps once I got to the bottom and grabs my arm again and puts me in a 5x5 cage. He puts a handcuff on my ankle to prevent me from escaping. Later on I was moved on and brought to the supreme court to be made ward of the courts. After that I was transferred over to social service to be fostered out. I only remember going to the Williams home. There was a lot of unhappiness at this home. Mrs. Williams was always yelling about something, because all I saw was her fierce look and waving of her arms. Over time she fought on my behalf to have operations on my feet and ears. I was 10 years old when I first walked straight, and I was 12 years old when I first heard, that was amazing to hear for the first time. The ministry of social service heard that I was walking straight and hearing, so they put the money down the Williams was getting for looking after me to 4 or 5 hundred dollars a month. The Williams didn't like that and they kicked me out at 13 years old. The ministry couldn't find me a home, so I was put on independent living at 13 years old, meaning I live on my own at 13 years old. Two weeks after I was living on my own, I went for a walk on a beautiful sunny afternoon. I walked for almost 2 hours and I decided to rest at a bench. A van stops, rolls down his window to ask for directions. I pointed to where he needed to go. He starts to drive off and stops and backs up and stops where I am to ask if I could show him. He promised he would drop me off wherever I wanted to. So I agreed and get in the van. He never did drop me off, instead takes me up a mountain to raped me, almost killing me, and leaving me for dead up in the mountains. I dedicate this to the 215 kids that were found in a mass grave in Kamloops, BC Canada. I am president of http://www.internalunitednativenation510.com and one of things that I do is advocate for first nations people here in Canada is I advocate for them in court. I am a consultant for aboriginal people around the world that have difficulties fighting for clean water, the quality of life and many more things I do. Other things I do is I'm a filmmaker.