When they get to know me and discover my interest in American Indians, many 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?
Disclosure: I’m 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.