Decolonization Movement
a Suicide (con't.)

I have lived in California for over 30 years. I developed my livelihood
here and have not had a minute of regret. Although traffic pollution is
my greatest frustration with California, I feel that I can tolerate the parking-
lot-like freeways as opposed to living in Guam and tolerating those who think
they know what is best for the island when they do not.

If we cannot take care of our domestic problems with our own people governing, how
can we succeed with the influence of longhaired, shirtless men with ancient ideas
running our culture? It may have been feasible before the 16th century, but it is
impossible today. Are we wanting to progress or are we looking to regress?

To the “decolonialists” (to coin a word), you may be living in a dream world. If you want
to wear loin wraps and tie your hair as the ancients did, go right ahead. Farm with your fusiñus and do not forget your tabe’ for there may be thorns on the ground. However,
when the ground dries up and the winds destroy the fields, look up as you drop to your
knees and pray to Him, who is in control, and hope that He will listen to you. Yet, even
this is an issue for the ancients did not know Him. However, Guam today would be in
deep caribou manure if God is not included in the lives of the Chamorros.

Decolonialists…have at it—it just won’t work.

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