Christopher Columbus: Hero Vs. The Hero

My body hangs over the edge, swaying with nervousness. One step, I look down, I can’t see the bottom. Two steps, my legs shake like when they came. One the edge now, the wind seems to push me, it’s cold, oh so cold. It whispers and sings in long ways; groaning and howling. For this may be giving up, my retaliation rises, but the winner is clear. They the killers, the ones that named you savages. They have spilled out our blood for us to become one with nature. They chained us to become properties and they have come in a mass wave to take the land we once praised. With one graceful motion I,m falling, my heartbeat rises louder. And louder and louder, the thing almost beats out of my chest. I see the ground, my breath dives my throat, then nothing. Imagine that. You feel so lost and terrified you take your own life with the swiftest motion, letting your existence become one with absence. Now imagine your killer, the one that drove you to do it is a praised hero with a day to his name and equal grounds with Martin Luther King Jr. it's already happened, Christopher Columbus, the praised hero.
First off, he and his men treated the Indians. The Indians helped them, and let them prosper on their land. And you would think that they would treat them with respect, hold them in honor and thanks but they didn't. They met their kindness with horror beyond belief, they killed roughly half their kind. They brought diseases and plague, they could not counter and they took the people that helped them and forced them into slavery. Stealing and forcing them to give even more than what they already had, they left them with nothing. The native people lucky to leave with their lives and the will to