The "white man" is scary
Standing alone we see him as untrustworthy
When we hear his name,
walls go up
In groups, the white men are a threat
We have history with the white man
It tells a story of pain, trickery, abuse
He brought fire water
And it burned our minds and bodies
And somehow the colour of his skin
Is what we wish for
We look to him with fear and envy
But what about the white woman?
What happened to her?
Women are the lifeline of our people
They sacrifice and bleed
Teach, feed, labour
But the white woman is a mystery
Why don’t the history books talk about her?
I suppose it’s because the white man
erased her too
I wonder if she had power back then
Would all of this have happened?
Who am I then?
Both white and red
And a woman
Would the white man have erased me too?
But now the white man's story is changing...
The white man is
My father
My husband
My sons
My friends
There is kindness in his eyes
A softness in his heart
Love in his heart
This is the new white man
Is he you?
And who is the white woman?
Her story is clear to me now
She is my sister
She is my new mother
She is my friend
She is the daughter of my friends
She is writing a new story
She is powerful, strong, and has a voice.
She is me.
Is she you?
The white in my life is good
It’s writing new pages in the history books
A story of honour
A story of hard work
A story of friendship
Of trying, failing, and trying again.
Of asking, getting it wrong, and trying again.
Earnest, honest, willing.
The white and red live inside me
And they are walking in a good way
In harmony
And you,
Who are white, red and every colour Creator imagined
Would you walk with me?
Let’s write the good pages of history.
