Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Sacajawea
I remember her tragic story vaguely – a Shoshone girl, kidnapped by another tribe, sold to a French trapper, translator for the Lewis and Clark expedition. But I don’t trust white historians. I don’t trust the voluntary nature of her service. I don’t trust that her death at only 25 was by natural causes.
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Yes, those "facts" do sound suspicious.
ReplyDeleteI don't blame you.
ReplyDeleteHistory is definitely untrustworthy.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I have always wondered about those "facts" myself.
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