If you have never heard the truth about the Native American Holocaust, or don't personally believe that it ever truly happened, or if you are just interested in learning more about the subject, you really should click this paragraph to read my next webpage about how the Natives to North America have suffered over the last 5 centuries.

500 years ago, this land we call the United States of America was the beautiful and peaceful home to an amazing race of uniquely strong, yet naturally caring people, and it had been that way for as long as anyone could remember. The present day plains, valleys and hillsides where our homes, schools and businesses now stand are the very spots where these indigenous tribes of people once lived, hunted, worked, played and died. This great country, now known simply as the USA, was once solely inhabited by great nations of people, who are still to this day mistakenly called "indians", only because the 15th century Europeans landing on the pristine shores of the North American continent had believed themselves to be sailing in an entirely different part of the world, namely India. So.... what's my point? Why am I here? Am I some angry Cherokee or Apache with generations of built up resentment to throw out at the world? No... I'm as white as the first European pilgrims to land on plymouth rock, and unfortunately, don't possess either the patience or the passive character that many of my red skinned brothers and sisters demonstrate by nature. I can only hope and pray to learn from them, and grow to understand the greatness of their wisdom. Am I some radical American dissident, disrespectful and unappreciative for the freedoms and liberties this country has bestowed upon me? No.... I love my country and what it stands for with the same great passion I have for the millions of people that I share this planet with. However, I do know when and what to be proud of, and when to feel shame for injustices caused. I know the difference between a handshake, and a slap in the face... a promise, and a lie. I don't like to live with untruths and broken promises hanging over me, and I have never been good at hiding things in a closet. There was once a great nation of people thriving and living free across this beautiful land we call America, and now many of the ancestors to those people exist within poverty, hunger, and hardship, often on small rejected patches of barren land called indian reservations. Endangered animal species are often given better land reserves to ensure their survival than what the Native Americans have received throughout the centuries. HOW can I be proud of that? While we spend thousands and even millions of dollars digging up ancient Incan and Aztec ruins to reveal the secrets of how their cultures existed.... we currently have hundreds of dwindling cultures of "living" Native American civilizations that we totally ignore. It's almost as if we're waiting for them to die off so that we can then dig up their remains to discover who they once were. So many treasures to behold... so many great secrets to be shared.... but some how our pride and ego won't allow us to acknowledge their existence, for fear that we might actually have to admit to the terrible suffering and loss this country has consistently brought upon the original "Great Nations" of this land. I am proud to be an American, and I'm proud enough with that American spirit to admit when an injustice has been committed. I know that most of the problems this country has had to deal with over time are the results of only a small number of narrow-minded people who live within the prison of their self-serving greed. But that's not the American spirit I know and love. I am but the second cultural generation to love and respect this great country... the first were the people who lived and roamed freely across the land hundreds of years before my ancestors even set eyes upon it. In my opinion, the true Americans, are the indigenous Native Americans Indians. Only until we can make amends and unite as brothers and sisters in trust and peace, respectful in all ways to our unique and individual character and cultures, can we truly become the Great Nation that we feel in our hearts.