Columbus

Once upon a time, many, many years ago the daily ceremonies were taking place within the our camp. All the kids were having a good time playing with the dogs and unicorns, when suddenly one of the elders from across the camp, spotted three large boats coming in from far out in the sea. Quickly everyone gathered the children and waited for the new comers to arrive. All of us Taino’s were ready with our weapons and ninja skills just in case the new people were dangerous and wanted war.

Once the new people arrived, everyone stood in awe at what had just come. We all looked at each other like “what do we do next?”, and finally one of the new comers started to speak. No one understood anything this person was saying, but from the gestures he was using, it seemed like he was very angry and wanted us to give him our weapons. After some violent throwing of the fists and yelling in foreign languages, we suddenly were all forced to spread around our land and dig for who knows what. Whenever one of us would find anything that they wanted, we would have to give it up before we could even examine it. After digging for days and days, the new comers finally let us have a break while they talked in that same mysterious tone.

During the night, the new comers would go into the bushes until morning, and we could spend our evenings around the fire. The torture never seemed to stop, and through the whole thing, we learned that the main chef of the new comers, was the hated one. Even his traveler buddies seemed to despise him and only the chef ever called us the terrible word; Indians. We only understood about three words that ever came out of his mouth and most you didn't want to hear.


When we all thought it was over, it only got worse. A lot of people from camp were killed in horrific ways and no one had a reason why. When the people brought over big things that looked very dangerous, they only made us work with them. We were forced to work with the supplies that we had worked days for, and if it was done wrong, away with the hands of the workers. If anything ever got caught or hut, one of the people would gladly get it out for you or take the pain away, with his axe. We all came to the agreement that this horrible experience would never be spoken of again if we could help it, and the newcomers would get a taste of their own medicine one day.

Caitlyn Gray