Thoughts I had on Indigenous People’s Day, yesterday:
I was born on land disputed by the Iriquois Confederacy and the Cherokee, land where the Shawnee moved when the whites forced them out of Virginia.
I grew up on the land where the Baxoje (Iowa) lived, where once the Dakota and Sauk roamed.
I live now on land fished and farmed by the Olohne, and where the Muwekma and others still live.
The land I live on, from which I derive my life, is Native land, shaped by Native lives, soaked with Native blood.
I remember. I will not let others forget. I will pay the debt incurred by my white ancestors, as best I can, to the descendants of those they wronged.
October 11th, 2016 at 12:34 pm
Very nicely written.
A good point of view to have while living on Turtle Island.
Solidarity to all indigenous peoples
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