Wasicu means to “take the fat.” The best part, most delicate, and tasteful part of the meat that you citizens cut out today because you think this is the cause of all your health problems while Monsanto rules our government. I am not writing this letter to attack the white man. I am not writing this letter in the name of “reverse racism.” Honestly, I think that if you want to call something “reverse racism” you are then admitting that you, yourself are racist.
Because how can one exist without the other?
Anyways, Wasicu, that is not what I am writing about.
I am writing about many other things I can not be quiet about any longer.
First off; this is not the cover of a romance novel and you will not see our men glistening unless it is after he eats an Indian taco or put up a tipi. They do not bend your white women in savage like poses over their knee…at least they better not! Not if their mama taught them better and you white women need to quit writing romantic novels about this. I don’t read them, but I have seen many a cover of your fantasies spur an argument in family households. Just be you, sans the warrior fantasy.
And you white men, us Indian women don’t sit around all day nakey covered in fur with a wolf or bear laying by our side. We are women! Do you not know what we do? We make sure our whole family is ok all through the day, our days our endless and we feed families, organize, socialize, etc. We work, bring home bacon, cook it, mop floors, etc.
That is only the beginning.
Please do not also bitch about us about all the benefits of our treaty rights as if you took a class that meant something. First off, no treaty the US government made with Indians was ever upheld, far as I know. Unless it was to some per cap Indians near a metropolis where the govt. promised, if you build it, they will come. And hence, per cap in hand, culture being bought.
So do not act like because we live in poverty, you had a hand in that.
Do you really want credit for the way we live? Like we should be thankful?
Did you send the dirty, pit stained clothing we are supposed to be thankful for? Did you put us on land we can not farm? Did you help build the substandard housing, built with the lowest grade of materials for use fifty years ago? Did you give us the trailers meant for Hurricane Katrina refugees, except they were filled with asbestos, so hey let’s charge the Indians, that are gonna die anyway $3,000 each, and watch these homeless fuckers get on a waiting list to be poisoned again? Because they need a home?
Because they need a home.
Did you pay for the crappy healthcare that killed my grandma because they don’t have time to see if her cancer came back because they are dealing with other epidemics?
Did you lose your first family member to alcohol when you were four?
Did your grandparents get beaten and their hair shaved off and their heads painted with shoe polish when they were 8 years old because they were speaking their language?
You say our holocaust means nothing? Because Wikipedia says only 100,000 of us may have died?
You have no idea, takes the fat, how easy you have always had it.
Because I barely scratched the surface of everything that went down for the last 500 years.
Because if I keep hearing how you “gave us everything” wasicu, I will tell you exactly how much you really did take, And I can guarantee, my number will be way lower than the truth.