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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