“The planes fly over and drop their horrible death every day. You learn to live with the sound… Do you believe children up there who see their parents, see each other, turned into meat and bone, you think they’re gonna grow up and accept peace? You think they won’t attack compounders in the envelope from now until forever? We are making terrorists every day, thousands of them! This is what they want… They want to turn every red into a terrorist, every rez into hell. They will get their wish, on the spirit they’ll get their wish! …Ozuye killed my mom. They killed my best friend. I will always keep that hatred. …But I can’t deny what I feel. They are people, like you, made violent.” WarGenocideNative Americans Book:Threes: 2 Source: Threes: 2