In loving memory of Felonise and my friend, the misty rising…
In Loving Memory of Felonise and My Friend, the Misty Rising
Colette Clarke Torres
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in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti

Lord forgive us, Jesus forgive us, Holy Ghost, absolve us, from what we have done.

I was born in the UK, trace my line back to Boudica, who rose up against the Romans.

I left but until now I didn’t know why. But I read this, through sobs, and now I do. I was running away. From what we can not escape. Guilt. And I came to Australia, only to be confronted with what we — I — did to the Aboriginal custodians of this ‘green and pleasant land’. We exploited and killed them, the oldest civilization on earth. We poisoned their water holes, stole their children, massacred them, now we sink them in billions of dollars to pay for our crimes, but they remain, in poverty and squalor, the pitiful remnants we have left, reminders of our Sin that nothing can erase, and we did and do this ‘with God on our side’, for Christ’s sake.

astaghfirullah

in nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti

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