Sublime

After transporting what looked like a dead, charred log to her distant garden, I saw a Matsigenka woman breathe life back into a hidden ember using a combination of dried moss, which she brought with her, and thermal reflection from other logs. I was also embarrassed when another young Matsigenka woman, with the requisite infant slung at her side,

Going by this logic, the US government—also eager to justify its reason of annexing the Philippines—imported 1,300 indigenous Filipinos from different tribes to the tune of $1.5 million and displayed them at the St. Louis Exposition in 1904.

My mother bought me a book when I was twelve years old by Virginia Hamilton, called The People Could Fly, and it told the story of Ibo Landing on St. Simons Island, a place I’d first see as a teenager. In the fictionalized version I read, the Ibo people, brought there on a slave ship, witnessed the brutality of a slave plantation and turned around

Once we were happy in our own country and we were seldom hungry, for then the two-leggeds and the four-leggeds lived together like relatives, and there was plenty for them and for us. But the Wasichus came, and they have made little islands for us and other little islands for the four-leggeds, and always these islands are becoming smaller, for arou

yarned with Elders and Percy Paul about these things (along with a bunch of old dead white guys),