"How I knew, grasped and internalized this as a child I couldn't tell you, but understanding it as a little Indian boy, and later as an African teenager shadowed my consciousness. In church I was unable to pray with my eyes closed. I was always expecting missionaries, and other white people to come and snatch me away, or someone else. So, I was on guard. Someone had to be vigilant I thought. The practice carried on deep and long into my adulthood, and only a few times in this century have I been able to consciously shake the habit in public.
This is a deep testament to the power of our past." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 2.8.13
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| Found this little story and illustration on Facebook. Tribal Unity 4 Liberation |
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