Well I watched the whole Spielberg "Into The West" mini series this weekend. I am recovering. I knew the history of course. But it was graphic enough to make me pretty damn emotional
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Something resembling hatred flowed through my veins when I read my own great, great... grandfather's journals, his trek across the plains, landing in Utah as a Mormon pioneer and sadly, killing my red family the entire way. I would cry, of course, couldn't even finish reading the pages and pages of family history. I distanced myself even more from that part of my family, many of whom still practice Mormonism.
As I learned about the prophecies that surround me, I came to understand that I am a catalyst between my red blood and my white skin, my living spirit and my dying anger, I am what connects the earth to the sky. I came to know that my words are prayers even if I believed I was atheist (?) make sense? I literally tasted the need for revolution
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As I learned about the prophecies that surround me, I came to understand that I am a catalyst between my red blood and my white skin, my living spirit and my dying anger, I am what connects the earth to the sky. I came to know that my words are prayers even if I believed I was atheist (?) make sense? I literally tasted the need for revolution ( ... )
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