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“More than that, in the five hundred years of European OCCUPATION, Native cultures have already driven themselves to be remarkably tenacious and resilient.”

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Thomas King
Thomas King

Thomas King, born on April 24, 1943, is a renowned Canadian novelist known for his unique Indigenous perspective and humorous style. His novels often delve into the history, culture, and social issues of Indigenous peoples in Canada, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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