At one point, l’Acadie was known as the breadbasket for all of North America. Then came the English . . . the only reason I even exist today is because one of my brave ancestors escaped from Fort Beausejour and hid out with his Mi’kmaq relatives in the wilds for years. Kinsmen, we are due for some serious reparations.
I think we can do a 'blood quantum" sort of thing on this to figure out who pays and who gets.
I'm gonna' get a lot ~ Cochise, not so much!