PRELUDE:It is important that you understand, before reading this writing, myfriends, that I do not pretend to know or think to know whatGeronimo thought as this picture was taken. This image 'spoke' to me in my language, and what I felt, I wrotedown in fifteen minutes, to share with all of you.It is what I know to be true, for me, for my heart only, as I learn touncover the One and Only Truth of (what is still happening to thisday) to the First People of this land. It comes to me after studyingfor the past fifteen years, on what my heart tells me to be nothingshort of the Ethnic Cleansing of the Indian Nations.'Geronimo'
I should have killed them all when I had the chance
I should have slaughtered them all as they did my Family
My mother, my wife and my three children,laying in their own pools of blood upon my return from Hanos
Now I am here in this wretched place
I am worth nothing to myself nor to others of my Tribe
taking orders from the young ‘white eye’ that care not if I live or dieEverything Sacred to me has been taken awayOur own blood, the land that sustained us,is now occupied by thugs and thieves
Why is it that we were the very land on which we lived,loved and thrived
and now,we have to accept what the ‘white eye’ saysand stay here on this reservation?
What has happened that they now control,and we have to ‘obey’?
I should have slaughtered them all mercilesslyas my heart told me so
These ‘savages’ …‘barbarians’ that come and take what is not theirs
and then spew us out like the spit of tobaccothat they chew and discard
I have tried the life that they ‘ordered’ of me … many times …but cannot accept it anymore,although I have cried,