Poisoned at the Friendship Feast: 'More Than 200 Haunt These Hills'
Connor Larkin isn’t a professional writer or poet. He is a teenager, an activist and a member of the Trinity Norrelmuk Wintu Nation.
He wrote the following poem in a literature class at Yucca Valley High School in Yucca Valle, California.
A So Called Friendship Feast
A group of settlers wanted their land
The Wintu Indians did not understand
All that they owned they were willing to share
But the settlers didn’t care
Off by themselves they planned and schemed
The land would belong to them no matter the deed
“These natives are foolish. They think we are their friends.”
“We will throw a great feast, we’ll poison them then.”
The Wintu were trusting, they all ate their fill
More than 200 haunt those hills still.
Note from Connor: This is a historical fact that actually happened to my ancestors in 1850