'Indian Holocaust': A Poem for Columbus Day   
      
      
      
   Brian Vallie   
      
      
      
   10/13/14   
      
      
      
      
   After a very long trip, we've finally made it to your shores, we bring with us   
   greed, corruption and disease by the spores.   
      
   We'll conceive Manifest Destiny for ourselves so strategically, it doesn't   
   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 we'll repay you with a smallpox outbreak. When winter comes and   
   your elders and children are cold, we'll give them nice fuzzy blankets to   
   hold. Gifts straight from the    
   heart that are soft as a fox, did I mention they're knowingly infected with   
   smallpox?   
      
   The smaller your numbers the more land we can claim, it's nothing personal,   
   it's 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, we'll use force to make you stay so you all know your place. As   
   your wardens we'll make you dependent on what we give you, we will not let you   
   hunt and our rations will feed few. You see, it's a system of dependence that   
   we want to create,    
   through future generations to be all bound by fate. A fate we've created to   
   always keep you dependent, on the promises and lies of a deceitful government.   
      
   You'll go from a proud nation that in every way was thriving, to living in   
   third-world poverty and barely surviving.   
      
   We'll 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 we'll leave it up to your people to continue the heist.   
   We'll build churches on reservations complete with a bell, so tell all your   
   non-believers they'll surely burn in hell.   
      
   Now let's have our great feast and kindly break bread; since you don't speak   
   European you don't know what I said. For our sinister plans don't 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?).   
      
      
      
      
      
   For 4 years Brian worked for the A&M Talent House, New Mexico's largest talent   
   agency, overseeing the Native American division. It was during this stint that   
   encouraged Brian's eventual goal, to help inspire a positive Native American   
   paradigm shift by    
   contributing entertaining and authentic content in media via the best way he   
   knows how -- Writing. Brian's groundbreaking modern comedy project "Buffalo in   
   the Room," was highlighted during the annual Honoring Natives in Entertainment   
   Media event in Los    
   Angeles, CA. "Buffalo in the Room" is slated to finish production next spring.   
      
   Brian resides in Los Angeles, currently writing his first novel: "Born Again   
   Heathen," a fictional dark comedy. When he's not writing you can find him   
   playing "zombie" with his 5y/o son James, zoning out, exercising, or traipsing   
   around Los Angeles with    
   his high school sweetheart Janae and their son in tow.   
      
      
   Read more at http://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2014/10/1   
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)