I hand-bleached this Canadian flag in a metal bucket for over an hour in my kitchen. As I churned the slowly fading symbol of colonialism through the murky broth, I thought about my country and my ancestors. How does a person reconcile with their damning ancestral history? Will I find catharsis in this manual labour I am doing? Do I deserve relief? Can there be catharsis for colonizers? When the process was finally over and I had stripped as much colour from the flag as I could, I rung it out over my bathtub and hung it to dry.