By Mac Guerreiro
It was during a viewing of “Outlander.” The Cherokee men and women stood with the woods proudly behind them. They joined Jamie, Claire and family around the fire but before the women sat they shared a moment. A moment of wisdom that seems to come most often from those women whose hair has turned white as snow. It was then that eye cried. Eye cried for the Natives, for all that’s been lost. Eye cried for their lands, now treated so poorly by people whom could never truly respect them. Eye cried for their beauty, seen as savagery by the same people who took their Earth away. Eye cried fast and hard because the aching came that way. Eye will continue crying until the blessed day in which man learns that all of that wasn’t his to take. Then eye will cry further still, joy being the why because then at something will be set right.
