<PERSON>
“People forget.”
Colonization as an active offense, clawing at the tiny pieces of country that still seem up for grabs because the owners aren’t seen as people. And the cost of all that theft, that almost abstract in hindsight process of slowly but surely poisoning and destroying an entire society, is here distilled into one person who is forced to bear the pain all by herself. There is no other way to really feel the hurt caused by these uncaring greedy men than through the unbearable ache in <PERSON> eyes.
The final moments re-contextualice everything. 285
A sharp, chilling, almost journalistic retelling becomes a desperate plea for empathy. For grief. That’s all he’s asking us to share with him.
“There was no mention of the murders.” 554