As a person of colour, I was reminded of the institues I was a part of in my childhood–schools and churches. It was difficult to hear that malnourished children were made to work so hard. I liked hearing the story of the spirited little girl who took punishment, more than once, in order to provide apples for her peers–resilience. I read of the institute that existed in Orillia for the intellectually disabled. Having worked in a group home, with a person who was released from the institute, I saw directly how living there had profoundly shaped this person in adverse ways. Institutes are toxic environments for staff and residents alike. Healing work needs to be done.