Things close to home

When they get to know me and discover my interest in American Indians, some people arrive at the conclusion that I have something called White guilt. I say no. Here’s why: Guilt implies something you should do, but don’t. Since when are we taught we should do anything where American Indians are concerned? I know I sure wasn’t. Disclosure: I am not Indian. I don’t hold romantic fantasies about having a long-lost Cherokee grandmother who wears feathers and talks to animals. I’m not a proud advocate. I’m a humbled one. Humbled because of the genocide this population has survived. And continues to survive. I’m not equal, and will never fully understand their collective pain. Because I didn’t experience it. I can’t undo it. I can reach forward. I can listen. And draw awareness. Educate. Advocate for a better life. Serious things are missing from history texts. Let’s start from the beginning and educate ourselves. After all, this is our own history. These are things that happened in our own backyard. Do you want to know? Are you a backyarder?