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| There is a quiet dignity, a serene beauty in the eyes of the Indian. These eyes have seen so much and suffered so long, yet they still radiate with hope, pride, and love for the world around them. I am proud to be Anishnabe and I want my children and their children to look upon their people and see what I see now. For I didn't always see it and that is the poison of colonialism. Self hatred, denial, and shame. |
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| I know that some will read this and think it is about them. The lie that they have lived for so long has consumed them to the point that the face they see in the mirror is unrecognizable. That face is so despised that they have nothing left but lies and anger to sustain them. They have nothing but words to assault me with and those words fall on deaf ears. That is a victory more resounding than any gained on the battlefield. That is a victory of the spirit and the mind and there is no recovering from that. I have counted coup on them and they will bear my mark forever. |
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| Words of fire |
| There are some journeys that we must make alone, yet in truth, we are never alone because all around us are our brothers and sisters. In the water, the sky, slipping through the tall grass, even the whisper of the trees as the wind spirit dances among them, reminds us that in every thing, every creature, there is a spirit, put there by the Creator, that loves us and will never abandon us, as long as we walk our paths. |
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