“But I understood why they came back. It wasn’t that bad here…I could understand how someone could see it almost as paradise. But you couldn’t have this many damaged people in one place without it becoming like any other cell-block or psych ward. They could paint the halls all they wanted, the nightmare was still real. No matter how green the lawn or bright the hallway murals or how good the art was,  no matter how kind the caseworkers were, how many celebrity barbeques they had, it was still the last resort for children damaged in so many ways…”  J. Fitch

  "My people will sleep for one hundred years.  When they awake, it will be the
                           artists who give them back their spirit.”                       
                                                                                Louis Riel