Indigenous Blood? Better Repent
By Dana Her Many Horses
They continued to come and decimated us with violence of all kinds, with rape, with hanging, with bayonets and bullets, and with Missionaries standing guard at the doors of churches built on the mounds of our dead. These same people who proclaim to be prophets put coals on our tongues, cut off our feet, burned us with iron and molested our young and those who were defenseless. All the while the Church marched forward through forests and into our deep deserts waiving the flag of their religion, as they drove spears through elders who could not out run them. The soldiers cut off the breasts of Navajo women. They imprisoned toddlers in irons. In the name of the Church these men exterminated entire Nations without remorse; fueled by greed and stoked by the fires of their surety that their God would turn a blinded eye and a dumb ear to the atrocities they inflicted. And yet they called for our repentance.
In my great grandmother’s lifetime Indians were beaten for speaking their languages, their hair was cut short, they were forced into Christian schools, Catholic and Protestant alike the Missionaries measured out punishments for children with red skin, and dark eyes full of questions. An Indian wasn’t considered any different in value than an animal. The same Church that has told us we are hard to save, we being full of demons and dark spirits, has called out for our repentant pleas even as it has waded shoulder high in our blood for five hundred years.
For more Christian bigotry toward Native religions, see Politician: Native Religion = "Mumbo Jumbo" and Christian Curriculum Praises Trail of Tears.