Thursday, March 17, 2016

One day and Indian man and an Indian woman stand toe to toe trying to heal, trying to give and receive professions of love despite learned feelings of inadequacy. A white man walks straight up and interrupts, begging for a dollar. (Again and again his situation is more pressing than theirs. The weight of a dollar paramount to the weight of grieving ancestors behind us and broken generations stretched out before us.) This Indian man and Indian woman are aware of his lies and spend a dollar to send him away. Their moment is lost.  This is the refrain of 500 years. When will you learn to not interrupt?

Jess McPherson

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