Once I was in Victoria, and I saw a very large house. They told me it was a bank and that the white men place their money there to be taken care of, and that by and by they got it back with interest. We are Indians and we have no such bank; but when we have plenty of money or blankets, we give them away to other chiefs and people, and by and by they return them with interest, and our hearts feel good. Our way of giving is our bank.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Something about investment
This is both powerful and inspiring. It is also an indictment of the dominant culture's values:
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So you wouldn't mind if I got your money?
ReplyDeleteOr is this pseudo-multiculti nonsense supposed to mean anything?