At Standing Rock Why werenít you there? Shuddering in the cold, doing something more than the clicktivism thatís animated your life so far. Your mother once told you: youíre part native you know Youíd never seen your father so angry before. He didnít speak to your mother for a week, cancelled their trip to France. She never mentioned it again. You went on with your life until you saw those images, read the stories on your iPad in the comfort of your airy bedroom. Maybe it was that moment when the police sprayed them with water cannons, in sub-freezing temperatures. Or, maybe it was the image of that boy, caught in the glare of camera lights, staring down the barrel of those guns arms raised towards the sky across an expanse of lives. Earth, meet heaven. You buy your plane ticket online you will finally do more than weep for them.
© Shery Alexander Heinis