My Son Monologue

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Ten years ago my world changed forever. My father was killed and a part of my culture died with him. The white men rebuilt our lives with their god and laws. I may have been the most like my father but now I am just another mother worried for her three children. I can not fight the directly but I can preserve my culture. I can tell the story of my father so that one day my children will be able to chose the life they live and not be forced like I had. I never have been what people expected.
“Gather around children. I have a story to tell you,” I call to my three children. The oldest, John, and his younger brother, matthew, came running immediately. I motion for them to sit but my youngest, Ruth, was nowhere to be found. Poking my head out …show more content…

I bit back my growing anger, “If you would stop interrupting me I could tell you the story. I am trying to teach you something.”
The children shut their mouths after I snapped at them and listened obediently.
“Once upon a time there was the last true man. He gained honor and glory by defeating the best wrestler in all of the villages. He worked hard and built a grand farm from nothing. He had lived his entire life in poverty and disgrace but he knew that he did not want that life for himself or his family ever again. He worked hard and gained respect. He was fierce in battle and brought home heads as trophies. He was very well respected but he made some mistakes. He was forced from his village but he did not let that stop him. He rebuilt his life to his former glory and then he came back to his home. Things had changed but he stayed strong in his beliefs. He let no man determine his way and he worked for everything he had. Eventually, the change became to much and he died because he could not stand to see his precious world collapse around him. His world and everything he had ever worked for crumbled and with him died a culture of once mighty people. He was the last true man who bowed to no man and earned everything he had. The last man died and he took what it meant to be a man with …show more content…

John was eyeing her warily while Matthew was slowly processing the story.
“I thought violence was wrong and that the Bible tells you not to kill people,” Matthew said quietly.
“Our people thrived for years before the white men brought the bible, and men fought for honor. It was cowardly not to fight in the wars,” I answered.
“Who was the man in the story?” John

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