posted on Feb, 27 2011 @ 12:50 PM
reply to post by TheForgottenOnes
When I was a little white boy. I used to tell all my friends I was an Indian. That's no confession. Then at ten yrs of age my mother bought me the
book," I buried my heart at wounded knee". for the first time, I understood myself. I suddenly saw how righteous I was in my young falsehood. I
became appauled at my race. What mans
inhumanity to man is capable of sickens me to the point of outrage. Today however I see that all men are capable of the very same thing. Your people
as well Forgotenones. We are all evil as long as there is even one of us who is willing to choose evil. Today I like to think of myself as the John
Dunbar type. That's just how I make myself get passed the atrocities of my race.
As apologies go. I can't see another people on the planet more deserving of an official apology. My advice to your people and I wish I could call you
friend. Remember that an apology comes after someone is finished
with you. Don't make the mistake that these people, who are the elites of my race, arn't still ruthless even today.
They are not normal human beings.
Without being a total ass kisser, all I can do is offer you an apology. From at least one white boy who speaks for no others. To all the Native
Americans in every tribe. I am ashamed of what others have done and of what they are still doing. I can't be ashamed of what I am, but I am shamed by
them who have commited crimes against humanity.
. Shumone ta tonka Owache'. Do you see that I am your friend.