Gathering of Nations
Albuquerque, NM
In a flurry of motion, with hypnotic drums and chanting ... a celebration of survival.
Against all odds they have held on to their identities, their beliefs and their traditions. Their children have been ripped from their homes and shipped to "assimilation" schools, their lands have been stolen, they have been forbidden to speak their languages, yet they have survived in spite of it all ... in spite of all the broken promises.
In return they gave us corn and art and Code Talkers when we needed them.
All of us are like all others.
Each of us is like some others.
None of us is like any other.
Each of us is like some others.
None of us is like any other.
These three things are true and simultaneous, yet they exist without conflict.
Why must we argue about the details?
Why must we argue about the details?
Want a good book to read? Try this one: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
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