The Big Dam
<p>Do you understand how the builders of that dam must have had a big chunk of concrete first in their own hearts? <em>How else could they have thought this was </em><strong><em>ok</em></strong><em>? </em>My parents did not intend to dam me up. As parents go, mine were very encouraging of free choice. I am a white person; the damming goes back a long long way.</p>
<p>As I begin to wake up from the hungry drive of the Europeans to conquer and subjugate, I see that I am not free. My rivers have been dammed. My electricity has been used to power agendas not my own. Because, under all the whiteness, I am still electric, still alive. I want to dismantle the dams and let my native people fish again. They know how to live. I only know how to kill them, how to enslave, how to make dirty deals, and how to die. So I invite the people to the table, the parts of me I have subjugated to the outer agenda, the white agenda. I beg them to teach me. I need to relearn what I, too, once knew.</p>
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