Journal Week 2
I cannot stop thinking about Christopher Columbus! It feels like a lie, like my teachers
have covered up a huge secret for me as a child. Now as an adult it feels as if times have changed
and more knowledge and information has been spread about the truth about Christopher
Columbus. Me as a kid, like…a long time ago, remember Columbus being a badass sailor that
had three ships and discovered America. It was a cool idea and there was no reason for me to
think anything different. My underlying knowledge of the subject was brief. I knew Native
Americans existed because of movies like “Squanto” and Disney’s “Pocahontas”. Obviously I
know now that those movies do not encompass the entire Native American culture – if any at all.
The movie “Squanto” gave a more adult interpretation about what happened with the Natives.
There were scenes where the natives were being captured and stowed away on boats, as well as,
natives being introduced to unknown diseases.
I became confused once upon a time when an episode of “Sponge–Bob” came on. The
episode was about Leif Erikson day, and how he was the one that discovered the new world. Not
that I take all historical knowledge from children’s cartoons, but it honestly filed me with
confusion and doubt. It wasn’t until sophomore year in college I had a Colonial Literature class
and one of the readings we had were Columbus’ letters sent to the king and queen of Spain. In
his first two letters, he wrote about his adventurous voyage and meeting the natives, finding gold
and claiming land in the name of Spain – typical explorer stuff. Without going into too much
history it was uncovered that Columbus was a liar and abusing his power, leading him to chains
and second chances crying, whining, and making excuses to the royal family in his later letters. I
had lost respect for him on whatever knowledge I had of him.
After reading the article “Once Upon a Genocide” my mind was blown and my decision
was made that Columbus was not the hero he was portrayed to be. What I read I believe to be
true because I cannot think of a logical reason why someone would be trashing a historical figure
in such a manner unless they were factual. I am struck with the thought, why for so long have the
interpretations and narratives of the Natives been lacking? How is it that for so long, Columbus
has been deemed America’s discover and granted a national holiday? Apparently California was
asking the questions and changed Columbus Day to Indigenous People’s Day.
Since critical literacy requires us to ask questions about the text, we can better understand
what it is we are reading. This allows readers to become more informed as well as being capable
of forming more opinionated educated rhetoric’s. Most stories about Columbus are told from the
perspective or narrative of the white explorers that landed on the shores of North America.
However the perspective/narrative that is never presented are the ones of the Natives. Imagine
how they felt when strangers with higher technology landed on their shores and started taking
things and hurting people, those who could have explained the violence or the horror that most
likely entailed while Columbus was hell bent on finding gold and land. The power at play was
white men, and most likely historians relaying this series of events were white men.
I can’t help but feel guilty about how white people have treated the indigenous people of
this land. The devil’s advocate side of this would be; without Columbus starting the rush of
colonization, I/we wouldn’t be here writing about this in our modern day civilization. However
we obviously cannot change the past; therefore, we live in the present and experience guilt of
what our ancestors have done. Or at least I do. I feel bad, I feel terrible about the lives ruined and
lost back when the land was being basically conquered. There was no discovery, because the
natives already discovered the land. History has proven that white people have overpowered
lesser civilizations and take what they wanted. Sherman Alexi is a perfect example of a native