Indian Holocaust: A Poem for Columbus Day Brian Vallie 10/13/14 After a very long trip, weve finally made it to your shores, we bring with us greed, corruption and disease by the spores. Well conceive Manifest Destiny for ourselves so strategically, it doesnt have a place for you though, and will end for you tragically. You taught us to eat and survive when our lives were at stake, when we gain your trust well repay you with a smallpox outbreak. When winter comes and your elders and children are cold, well give them nice fuzzy blankets to hold. Gifts straight from the heart that are soft as a fox, did I mention theyre knowingly infected with smallpox? The smaller your numbers the more land we can claim, its nothing personal, its just the name of the game. Claiming good land and attempting to build wealth is a right only for white settlers capable in health. Your land is reserved and you cannot leave the space, well use force to make you stay so you all know your place. As your wardens well make you dependent on what we give you, we will not let you hunt and our rations will feed few. You see, its a system of dependence that we want to create, through future generations to be all bound by fate. A fate weve created to always keep you dependent, on the promises and lies of a deceitful government. Youll go from a proud nation that in every way was thriving, to living in third-world poverty and barely surviving. Well take away your beliefs and forbid your spirituality, our religious propaganda will take the form of Christianity. To conquer you fully we must not only have your land, but you must take our beliefs and accept Jesus hand. The Black Hills is one of your most spiritual places, so well taint it with our big ugly ass-faces. When Mount Rushmore is built it will serve as a symbol that your hand of spirituality is now under our thimble. This spiritual conquest is done when you all worship Christ, so well leave it up to your people to continue the heist. Well build churches on reservations complete with a bell, so tell all your non-believers theyll surely burn in hell. Now lets have our great feast and kindly break bread; since you dont speak European you dont know what I said. For our sinister plans dont benefit you at all, and I await the day when your Great Nations fall. Sincerely, Christopher Columbus Brian Vallie (Crow/Chippewa Cree), wishes to live in a world free of hipster headdresses and oppressive red tape towards Natives (we can dream can’t we?). Read more at indiancountrytodaymedianetwork/2014/10/13/indian-holocaust-poem-columbus-day-157325
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 01:58:54 +0000
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