The Unfavourable Indian
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Last year I came across a passage in an article while doing research for a paper on identity disruption in
“The greatest humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves…” – Paulo Freire What is “the other“? The