My uncle Clyde died on the streets of Vancouver. Our doctor suggested that the multiple beatings by police over the years directly contributed to his death. As a child I remember documenting his wounds with my parents after these beatings. The police would frequently use telephone books so as not to leave evidence of fists or boots.
He was always very loving and caring towards me. When I was hospitalized he came to visit me, when others didn’t feel comfortable to come. He had a beautiful smile that I will never forget.