If We Accept That We Are All

We Accept It As Normal That People Who Have Never Been On The Land, Who Have No History Or Connection To The Country, May Legally Secure The Right To Come In And, By The Very Nature Of Their Enterprises, Leave In Their Wake A Cultural And Physical Landscape Utterly Transformed And Desecrated. What's More, In Granting Such Mining Concessions, Often Initially For Trivial Sums To Speculators From Distant Cities, Companies Cobbled Together With Less History Than My Dog, The Government Places No Cultural Or Market Value On The Land Itself.

Language Is An Old-growth Forest Of The Mind.

Heroes Are Never Perfect, But They're Brave, They're Authentic, They're Courageous, Determined, Discreet, And They've Got Grit.

In The West We Cling To The Past Like Limpets. In Haiti The Present Is The Axis Of All Life. As In Africa, Past And Future Are But Distant Measures Of The Present, And Memories Are As Meaningless As Promises.

Cultural Survival Is Not About Preservation, Sequestering Indigenous Peoples In Enclaves Like Some Sort Of Zoological Specimens. Change Itself Does Note Destroy A Culture. All Societies Are Constantly Evolving. Indeed A Culture Survives When It Has Enough Confidence In Its Past And Enough Say In Its Future To Maintain Its Spirit And Essence Through All The Changes It Will Inevitably Undergo.