To: You Know Who You Are

Your islands will one day, again, be our mountains. You have, once again, humiliated us. You have, once again, slapped us in the face. You have, once again, provoked us.

Once again, we have to reply. More and more our options are whittled down. You know that.

You know what you are doing. That is why I am confused.

I try to say but I don’t know if anyone is listening. You have gone too far; that is why you have to keep going. You have to save face. In order to save face, you are destroying us.

What do we do? What do you expect us to do? Let you walk all over us. I don’t think you are that dumb.

Our options are being whittled down. You know that.

How do you expect us to react? How do you want us to react? I think you know. That is what’s scary about it.

You know who you are.

You have started on the road to colonialism. It wasn’t that long ago. Even I remember…

It is the wild west once again. Instead of the Iron railroad, it is the fire-string that snakes along the land. When you put up that fire-string that is when we started to choke.

You have choked our rivers without remorse. In fact, you were arrogant about it. You bragged.

You bragged you can reverse rivers with the flick of a switch. You bragged you can level mountains with the flick of a switch. You bragged that the land is now yours.

Now you have decided to name your islands, our mountains, to celebrate your cultural contributors.

Shame on you. You are dancing on the graves of our ancesters. There are better ways to celebrate your culture without stealing someone else’s.

Let us talk about rapprochement. When will we see it? When will we feel it? I believe we will feel it when your islands will again be our mountains.