American schools in Guam, both before 1941 and after 1945, were established to eradicate the Chamoru, tongue and person. To educate the old Chamoru out of the new American. The native out of the patriot…But...

Neither you nor I speak English, but there are some things that can be said only in English.

Our people think: I , Wangari, a Kenyan by birth – how can I be a vagrant in my own country as if I were a foreigner.

It’s quite conceivable that [life] will eventually spread through thegalaxy and beyond. So life may not forever be an unimportant tracecontaminant of the universe, even though it now is. In fact,I find it a rather...

Don’t be taken in when they pat you paternally on the shoulder and say that there’s no inequality worth speaking of and no more reason for fighting. Because if you believe them they will be...

condition” affected the way I walked, talked, dressed, danced, and at its most advanced stage, the way I looked at the world and at other people.

It’s bad enough . . . when a country gets colonized, but when the people do as well! That’s the end, really, that’s the end.

The journey of a thousands suns begins today.Some may question whether the journey is worth the sacrifice and danger.To them I say that no sacrifice is too dear and no danger too great to ensure...

I wouldn’t live in a colony like that, myself, for a thousand dollars an hour. I wouldn’t want it next door. I’m not too happy it’s within ten miles. Why? Because their soft-headedness irritates me....

Their leafy whispers delighted her, and she promised her confidentiality by gently touching the trunks of both trees. They had held her secrets close to their hearts, she could do no less.

When individuals and communities do not govern self, they risk being ruled by external forces that care less about the well-being of the village.

Leaf felt buried beneath the remains of their prior life, the ashes coating every part of who he thought he was in this community.

Mankind without Earth is Humanity without a Home

The scenic route was a paved graveyard of dreams, but Fillion hoped his would rise from the ashes, marking the moment when he would finally own his life.

How can I tell a story we already know too well? Her name was Africa. His was France. He colonized her, exploited her, silenced her, and even decades after it was supposed to have ended,...

As the leaves randomly fell, she contemplated how they sacrificially gave up their essence to sustain new life. Or was it the tree’s sacrifice? Each leaf was a part of Gaia’s play. Their final act:...

How many extraordinary phenomena like this, so foreign to human comprehension, might lie concealed in space? Do we need to travel everywhere bringing destructive power on our ships, so as to smash anything that runs...

Secrets upon secrets were weaving into a strange and mysterious fabric that would ultimately clothe his future.

Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?

Multi-colored lights flashed and glared on the wet road and cast eerie reflections, reminiscent of artistic surrealism. Fillion imagined that his distress and anger swirled and moved with the refracted lights, creating an urban masterpiece...

Can you imagine the feeling of being an oppressed colonial being addressed respectfully by a colonizer in the mother country?