Your average person was guilty as well, for the most part. It was systemic racism by most, if not all of the pioneers. That lasted for a long time. I remember going to Town and Country hockey tournaments in the 60s as a kid. There were usually several indigenous reserve teams there, and it was no problem to not server them at the canteen. Getting a hotel room was hard. My Dad, partly due to the war experience, was a bit of an exception, as I recall. He hired a young Metis lad from north of us. I remember him well, as after some long hours out on the tractor, he's play catch with me. I was a pitcher, and wanted anybody to catch. He'd come to the river and swim, and was a nice guy. But Dad took some heat from the community for hiring a _____ _______ too.
My brother, the local graveyard custodian (I told this before, but who cares) told of an unmarked grave just outside the cemetery boundary. The young man took sick while camped with his indigenous family and the local church board (United Church of Canada) refused to allow him to be buried inside the graveyard. This was in the 40s. But today's board decided to shift the fence over to include that grave, so it never gets dug up accidentally.