Why would anyone assign evil intent where there is no proof of it? Who are we to judge what happened then? Do we claim to be omniscient in relation to what happened? -- because this seems to be the case. What's next? Public executions of those who have nothing to do with what happened then?
The higher mortality in the residential schools among indigenous was not the result of an evil plan to exterminate the indigenous population. Look at the history of diseases in Europe. The newcomers on American soil had a completely different immune profile which came at the price of hundreds of millions of Europeans dead throughout history because of those diseases: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_epidemics
Who should the Europeans hunt down for all those deaths?
Whenever there's a group pointing at another group with the intent to assign guilt, I remember this poem, Hatred, by an European, Wislawa Szymborska (heard it and found out about it on BBC Radio 4, I think, many years ago). My advice is to look first into the mirror before accusing someone else: "Justice also works well at the outset until hate gets its own momentum going". Read the whole poem and know that you'll never find peace until you get it!
Hatred
See how efficient it still is,
how it keeps itself in shape—
our century's hatred.
How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles.
How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.
It's not like other feelings.
At once both older and younger.
It gives birth itself to the reasons that give it life.
When it sleeps, it's never eternal rest.
And sleeplessness won't sap its strength; it feeds it.
One religion or another - whatever gets it ready, in position.
One fatherland or another - whatever helps it get a running start.
Justice also works well at the outset until hate gets its own momentum going.
Hatred. Hatred.
Its face twisted in a grimace of erotic ecstasy…
Hatred is a master of contrast - between explosions and dead quiet,
red blood and white snow.
Above all, it never tires of its leitmotif - the impeccable executioner
towering over its soiled victim.
It's always ready for new challenges.
If it has to wait awhile, it will.
They say it's blind. Blind?
It has a sniper's keen sight and gazes unflinchingly at the future as only it can.
Why would anyone assign evil intent where there is no proof of it? Who are we to judge what happened then? Do we claim to be omniscient in relation to what happened? -- because this seems to be the case. What's next? Public executions of those who have nothing to do with what happened then?
The higher mortality in the residential schools among indigenous was not the result of an evil plan to exterminate the indigenous population. Look at the history of diseases in Europe. The newcomers on American soil had a completely different immune profile which came at the price of hundreds of millions of Europeans dead throughout history because of those diseases: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_epidemics Who should the Europeans hunt down for all those deaths?
Whenever there's a group pointing at another group with the intent to assign guilt, I remember this poem, Hatred, by an European, Wislawa Szymborska (heard it and found out about it on BBC Radio 4, I think, many years ago). My advice is to look first into the mirror before accusing someone else: "Justice also works well at the outset until hate gets its own momentum going". Read the whole poem and know that you'll never find peace until you get it!
Hatred
See how efficient it still is,
how it keeps itself in shape—
our century's hatred.
How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles.
How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.
It's not like other feelings.
At once both older and younger.
It gives birth itself to the reasons that give it life.
When it sleeps, it's never eternal rest.
And sleeplessness won't sap its strength; it feeds it.
One religion or another - whatever gets it ready, in position.
One fatherland or another - whatever helps it get a running start.
Justice also works well at the outset until hate gets its own momentum going.
Hatred. Hatred.
Its face twisted in a grimace of erotic ecstasy…
Hatred is a master of contrast - between explosions and dead quiet, red blood and white snow.
Above all, it never tires of its leitmotif - the impeccable executioner towering over its soiled victim.
It's always ready for new challenges.
If it has to wait awhile, it will.
They say it's blind. Blind?
It has a sniper's keen sight and gazes unflinchingly at the future as only it can.