Blood red. Like his. And hers. And theirs. Spilled Native blood supports the land I stand on. Slave blood too. But that makes it sound like it's only in the past. And it is not.

Blood red. Like his. And hers. And theirs. Spilled Native blood supports the land I stand on. Slave blood too. But that makes it sound like it's only in the past. And it is not.