There Goes The Neighborhood

The men had just come back from hunting and gathering our meal for that day, when they came across suspicious signs by the river bank. The chief inspected the objects that were clearly left behind from someone who wasn't from our tribe. There was a long piece of paper with weird symbols all over it. There were also these peculiar containers full of a liquid that smelled funny. 

Suddenly, there were about ten light complected unusual looking men standing face to face with the hunters of our tribe. My first reaction was to flinch and prepare for the worst, but the white unusual men started speaking instead of attacking. Then, our chief responded back to the white men, in a broken version of their language. 

Soon, these white men started becoming a part of our everyday lives. They would help our men gather food, start fires, and with everyday duties. Everyone in the tribe thought they were friendly and nice, because they seemed as if all they wanted to do was help us. But some part of me felt as if we couldn't trust them. 

We ended up becoming so close to these white men that they would stay and sleep in our village. This disgusted me. We didn't know these people or what they were capable of. What if they murdered us all in our sleep? I was very unsure about these people. Maybe it was the color of their skin, maybe not. But nothing, no words from my elders could change the feeling of uneasiness in my stomach. 

I knew i was right all along the day it happened. These men didn't have the same values as us. Why did we trust them at all in the first place? The white men had claimed they wanted something more substantial in their meal or something like that. So they murdered a foe. A FOE. A BABY DEER. This was alarming to all of us in the tribe, since animals and all life were very sacred to us. I couldn't help but think "I told you so."