More than three hundred years after the defeat of the Wampanoag, my people, I wander on the wind. Because I was not properly buried with the honor due a human being nor given my peace I wend like the mist across the bogs and swamps of my home and my lands. It is true 

what the wasichu say about me – I waged war on them relentlessly. I was feared and hated for what I brought upon those who stole the land and poisoned the world. The wasichu came to my people in gentle humility, being afflicted people without a home.... and the Wampanoag made room for them. But the cruel manner of their ways and the dim world they believe above all others, is the way of the destroyer, as was their way from the time before they came to our 

lands. The wasichu have no honor in them. They do not honor the ways of the Mother. That is because they honor only themselves. For them, war is more desired than peace. They shed the blood of children. They dishonor the mothers who bore them.