I was not around for the design and implementation of Indigenous genocide in Canada. Neither were my parents or grandparents.
But we're here because of a deliberate plan to turn the country towards whiteness. My great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents were incentivized to move to Western Canada to spread the territory inhabited by white people. They were offered free land provided they farmed it in European ways, and in the process destroying the balance of resources that allowed Indigenous societies to thrive. My ancestors were allowed to participate in areas of society that prospered, so that they mingled with each other and kept producing white families. It's how my parents met.
My existence is part of a plan to maintain colonization. My quality of life is higher than that of most Indigenous people around me—by design. By the vision of people 150 years ago and before. I need to acknowledge that. I need to know that any attempts to take the lead or preserve things because they keep me comfortable are acts of colonization.
There are larger plans at play here that make everyone a part of colonization. White folks need to drop their safety blanket of the individualist notion that our own free will is the only thing we're made of.