RH♥︎M

Re-Humanization HeART movement exhibit May 2025

I invite you to join the movement for another exhibit 2026

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13/14 portraits

Before the Dehumanization

I built my life on personal responsibility, integrity, and honesty. As a wife, mother, builder, business owner, and registered nurse, I tried to live with purpose, believing that if I acted with moral clarity—worked hard, gave back, stood for what was right—I’d be met with fairness. I believed in a society where truth mattered, freedom was sacred, and justice was more than an ideal.

That trust was shattered.

My husband’s Japanese Canadian family once believed in those same ideals—until they were stripped away after World War II. Their land was seized, their freedom revoked, and they were imprisoned in internment camps. Later, the Doukhobor community suffered another cruelty—children torn from families and placed in residential facilities, only able to see their parents through fences. I believed these injustices belonged to a past we had outgrown. I vowed I’d never look away.

But no one knows who they are until the fracture begins.

The Dehumanization

I worked the front lines—in ERs, COVID units, long-term care homes, and First Nations communities—and watched the dismantling of truth, compassion, and ethics. It wasn’t just about health mandates. It was something deeper. Colleagues were silenced for asking honest questions. Professionals were punished for refusing to betray their conscience. Patient rights were eroded. Ethical standards collapsed.

Truth became dangerous. Courage was punished. And I felt an unexpected grief—for a country I thought I belonged to, for the shared values I believed held us together, for a betrayal no one dared to name. But in that grief, I found my voice.

I stood with nurses who chose integrity over compliance. I challenged unions that had traded ethics for comfort. Behind the curtain, I saw a system that had forgotten its purpose. This was DEVASTING to learn. Legal frameworks built to protect rights were now used to bury them. Institutions that once inspired trust were now SILENCING DISSENT.

Was justice ever real, or just a fragile illusion?

My Transformation