With a retracted stomach, struck by yet another blow from Civilization, on the verge of vomit and tears.
One is led, in pain, to think that the children at the bottom of Sand Creek had greater fortune than their peers who were forcibly educated to Christianity, then abused, killed, and subsequently buried near their places of torment.
One is led to think that it is no coincidence that such a task has been entrusted to representatives of the Catholic Church.
One is led to vomit at the thought of the motto "Kill the Indian to save the man" pursued by the bloodthirsty in black robes, with the complicity of the U.S. and Canadian governments, engaged in the social promotion (read "assimilation") of those who today, with a tear, call "The First Nations."
One is led to count four thousand little corpses one on top of the other, without quicklime, just earth and sand.
One is led to think