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BOOK DESCRIPTION:
White men came across the sea.
And with them came forgetting.
They arrived with crosses, with weapons, with laws.
And what they left behind was more than blood:
It was the silence of the erased,
the echo of the burned,
the weeping of the earth itself.
This book is not a history book.
It is an indictment.
A ritual of remembrance.
A voice rising from the ashes of millions.
Told by Tawaká, the spirit of conscience,
this work leads you through the darkest chapters of American history,
not with distance, but with raw truth.
Whoever reads this book
can no longer say
they did not know.
"We are not dead.
We are what remains
when everything else breaks."
SNEAKPEEK
(Excerpt from Chapter 2 – “They Said Their God Was Love”)
“They said their god was love. But they came with fire and baptized with force. They spoke of heaven while we burned in the hell they brought with them.“
I was there when the first priest stepped ashore.
His robe fluttered like a dark warning.
In one hand a cross, in the other a book, in his chest the belief in his own superiority and a deep disgust for everything he did not understand.
Our gods lived in rivers, mountains, storms, trees.
They were not distant, not invisible, not jealous.
They demanded no wars.
They were present in every breath.
But this new god came with conditions.
He could only be reached through them.
Only through their language.
Only through their way.
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
White men came across the sea.
And with them came forgetting.
They arrived with crosses, with weapons, with laws.
And what they left behind was more than blood:
It was the silence of the erased,
the echo of the burned,
the weeping of the earth itself.
This book is not a history book.
It is an indictment.
A ritual of remembrance.
A voice rising from the ashes of millions.
Told by Tawaká, the spirit of conscience,
this work leads you through the darkest chapters of American history,
not with distance, but with raw truth.
Whoever reads this book
can no longer say
they did not know.
"We are not dead.
We are what remains
when everything else breaks."
SNEAKPEEK
(Excerpt from Chapter 2 – “They Said Their God Was Love”)
“They said their god was love. But they came with fire and baptized with force. They spoke of heaven while we burned in the hell they brought with them.“
I was there when the first priest stepped ashore.
His robe fluttered like a dark warning.
In one hand a cross, in the other a book, in his chest the belief in his own superiority and a deep disgust for everything he did not understand.
Our gods lived in rivers, mountains, storms, trees.
They were not distant, not invisible, not jealous.
They demanded no wars.
They were present in every breath.
But this new god came with conditions.
He could only be reached through them.
Only through their language.
Only through their way.