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“Get off my land,” he finally growled, still downcast.
“This is not your land,” Nyundo replied firmly. “Not an inch of our earth belongs to the white man.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you couldn’t put the land in your pocket and bring it back with you. You found it here.”

“You came to our country and told us to close our eyes to pray. When we opened our eyes, our land was gone. The Bible in your hand had been replaced by a gun.“