Today, I am an echo.
I am an echo of the cry of the Xinguano people who are paying for their lives to defend the land, their homes, their forest, and their trees.
You can read their story here:
These people are being murdered because they are defending what they believe in and what they live for. We are in the 21st century, and indigenous environmental activists are being murdered. This happens in Brazil, it is so far away that it would be easier to read, regret, and move on, but I can't, because with each person that disappears, it is like part of me is lost as well. I couldn't really explain, but I do have empathy, and today, I AM AN ECHO. Would you be an echo too so that this cry will become so unbearable that this will stop?