I nodded, as I likewise reflected on that tumultuous time in the history of my people here in this land.
My people?
At one point in time all the peoples of the world had been but one people, one family if you will. Now there was so much division that this discovery of Ted's would kick up a maelstrom of contention that did not need to be. Racists on both sides would come out of the woodwork. Those not happy with the governmental perks and the casino royalties that Native Americans got would scream loud for the end of all such payments of reparation to cease. Those on the Indian side would scream that a miscarriage of justice was being enacted in the form of a trumped up archaeological dig designed to do them out of what they richly deserved.
There were truths to be had for either side, as well as the ridiculous, but all the situation would further illustrate was the spirit of division that had been present ever since the division of the peoples at Babel by God. Different peoples just couldn't get along with each other very well and yet we all had the same point of origin and kinship at one point in time. Where would it ever end?