To Those Here Before Us | Kindling 10.15.24

Your Words To My Eyeballs

Yesterday, in this wonky country, was a day named after a man that 1) never even reached what we now call the United States of America, and b) was an absolute nightmare and so instead of even celebrating it, or even mentioning his name at all, we’re going to call it what it Truly is:  Indigenous People’s Day.  A day we truly celebrate all of those that were here long before ignorant, rich, white people claimed it, long before we stripped the land of buffalo and built crap houses and spread disease and committed mass genocide on too many cultures to count.  Yeah, sorry, I get a little heated about this, about the current and continuous reduction of their land, their rights, and their culture.  Anywayyyyyyy.  I can’t think of many things more haunting than what has actually happened, so we’re going to shift gears for a moment on this writing prompt.  Let’s go…