As I photograph the view from my scooter’s rear view mirror, looking straight ahead on this trail on Victoria’s bay all I see are condos. Makes me sad to think of the people who were forcibly removed from this land. There are some totems and plaques now talking about traditional sacred places and how the Esquimalt people ‘relocated’. I want to see plaques that say there was a war waged on Indigenous peoples and now we’re building condos and drinking Starbucks. I want to see fires burning and I want to learn the significance of smudging and the drum. Reading BS on plaques is for tourists. I’m a settler. I live here. I want to see the truth written in public spaces. Its written in the earth whether we want to read it or not anyway.